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My Neighbor's Wife

My Neighbor's Wife

"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
He Broke My Leg, I Broke His Empire

He Broke My Leg, I Broke His Empire

The blizzard howled, tearing through my truck, through my bones. My leg, shattered by Ethan's enforcers, throbbed, a familiar pain mirroring the betrayal in my heart. My phone screen flickered, a cruel final joke, announcing Ethan had just won "Family Values Politician of the Year." The photo showed him beaming, his arm around Brittany, and a little boy, their adopted son, wearing my Daisy' s bracelet. The one I' d made for her before Ethan sold her to child traffickers. My life, this wretched string of Ethan' s deceits, flashed before my eyes. I' d sold off my family' s historic ranch, acre by precious acre, to fund his political ambitions, only to be branded "uncivilized" for the calloused hands that built our legacy. He' d given my only insulated coat to Brittany, called me hysterical for a post-birth hemorrhage while giving my life-saving medicine to Brittany for a "migraine." Then, the county fair. To pay off a campaign scandal, he' d arranged for Daisy to get "lost," selling our daughter. When his deal went sour, he' d used me as a shield, promising to tell me where she was if I protected him. I fought like a cornered animal, and they broke my leg. He never told me. Dying in this snow, watching the man who destroyed everything receive an award, with my daughter' s bracelet on another child' s wrist? The injustice was a suffocating shroud. Why did he hate me so much? How could he be so cruel? What kind of monster sells his own child? Then, darkness. And a gasp. I jolted awake, not in a blizzard, but in Brittany' s lavish home, pregnant. Pregnant with Daisy. This time, things would be different.
The Imprisoned Wife's Secret Empire

The Imprisoned Wife's Secret Empire

I was pregnant with my first child, living what I thought was a peaceful life as the wife of a wealthy CEO. Then my husband's ex-fiancée, Olivia, brought her daughter to visit our estate. She moved through my home like she still owned it—pouring his tea from memory, laughing over old stories I'd never been part of. I watched from the edges of my own living room while they rebuilt their past, brick by brick, shutting me outside. Then her daughter wandered down to the lake. By the time I made it to the water's edge—pregnant, slow, the last to arrive—Ethan was already kneeling on the dock, lifting a small, limp body from the dark water. Olivia's scream split the afternoon. And then she turned on me. "You pushed her. You were jealous. You killed my daughter." My husband, the man who had held me hours earlier and promised our son would be a star, looked me in the eye— And said nothing. His silence was the verdict. The police believed her. His mother believed her. The staff looked at me like I was already in handcuffs. I had no alibi they wanted to hear, no voice they wanted to listen to. Just a swollen belly and a name that no longer felt like mine. Then my newborn son, Noah, caught a fever. Ethan let Olivia give him a "natural herbal remedy"—some old family recipe she swore by. I begged him to take Noah to the hospital. He locked me out of the nursery instead. Noah died of respiratory failure hours later. The doctor said if we'd arrived two hours sooner, he would have lived. Instead of grieving with me, Ethan blamed me for both deaths. He claimed Olivia was now barren from the trauma I caused. He locked me in a boarded-up room in the abandoned west wing and told me I would carry his next heir as my "atonement." "You owe us a child." I couldn't understand how my husband could be so blind—how a man who once whispered promises into my hair could look at me like livestock—until I started noticing the gaps in his life. The phone call he silenced when he thought I wasn't looking. The business partners whose names never appeared on any letterhead. The way his mother's charitable foundation seemed to have unlimited funds and zero public donors. This family wasn't just rich. They were buried in something. And Olivia wasn't just a jealous ex. She was inside their machine, a debt I didn't understand yet. But I understood enough to stop crying. Using smuggled napkins and a piece of charcoal, I began sketching under the alias "Phoenix." If Ethan wanted an heir, I would give him one—while building a fashion empire from my cell, buying back my freedom one design at a time, and burning his entire blood-soaked legacy to the ground. He thought he'd locked up a broken wife. He had no idea he'd just created his own destroyer.
THE HIDDEN RIVAL

THE HIDDEN RIVAL

They thought he was just another runaway. They never knew she was a storm waiting to rise. After the tragic death of her parents, Alex a girl mistaken for a boy all her life was one step away from being dumped into a foster home. But instead of surrendering to the system, she ran. That night on the streets, she didn't find safety. She found the mafia. Dragged into the brutal underground world of Vegas, Alex was forced to train like a soldier, live like a ghost, and survive like a killer. No one ever questioned her identity not when she could fight better, bleed harder, and keep her mouth shut longer than anyone else. They called her a boy. She didn't correct them. Not when being seen as male was the only thing keeping her alive. Sent to Base Two, the deadliest tier of training, Alex learned to fight, spy, kill and to hide her real self behind layers of silence, steel, and scars. Years later, she walks the streets of New York, not as the scared runaway girl from the past, but as The Rival. A faceless vigilante by night. A silent infiltrator by day. And a weapon forged for one purpose: revenge. Alex isn't just hunting criminals. She's chasing the truth behind her father's deathand every masked figure connected to it. But the deeper she digs, the more twisted the game becomes. Hidden enemies, familiar faces, and a web of betrayal that leads right back to the organization that made her. How long can she keep the mask on... before her real identity shatters everything?
Too Late, Mafia Boss: Watch Me Shine

Too Late, Mafia Boss: Watch Me Shine

For three years, I played the fool, sacrificing my dignity to drag Luca back from the abyss so he could inherit the Falcone Family. But at his grand swearing-in banquet, the woman he claimed as his own wasn't me. It was my illegitimate half-sister, Elena. To please her, he laced my soup with poison and watched his men mock my agony. When my mother was dying in the ICU and desperately needed my medical signature, Elena's enforcers pinned me to the floor of an underground fighting ring. "Perform your jester routine, Claire. Make me laugh," Elena taunted. Crying, I begged Luca to save my mother. But he just looked at me with cold disgust, wrapped his arms around Elena, and kissed her passionately right in front of me. Driven by blinding desperation, I smeared filthy clown makeup on my face and tore my dignity to shreds just to beg for a merciful laugh. But it was too late. Because of their twisted games, my mother flatlined and suffocated to death alone. I didn't understand how eighteen years of blind devotion and three years of keeping him alive amounted to nothing, or why he so easily believed Elena's fabricated lies to destroy my life. Staring at my ruined, painted face on the cold floor outside the hospital morgue, the last trace of my love for him turned to ash. I wiped away the greasepaint, downloaded the hidden evidence of their crimes, and dialed an independent federal lawyer. "I am breaking Omertà. File the lawsuit."
Helen And The Mafia

Helen And The Mafia

“Come over here_ Lilly dear please come, I told you not not to go too far, Lilly dear” she calls again as the pretty little girl ran into her waiting arms. She was her mother's image, the same brunette hair, blue eyes, full lips and well-structured cheekbones. Both mother and child were beautiful as they hugged. Helen’s heart began to beat fast as she watched her husband's mistress with this beautiful child. They were in a busy mall but it was beginning to feel like a lonely hallway. “Oh my god, it can't be, it just can't be” Helen began to pray in her heart. “Come on baby let's go, the mall is no longer safe,” Victoria said, sizing up Helen from her face to her heavy baby bump. “And why is that?” the little angel asked in her most angelic voice. “Because there is a thief in here, who specializes in taking people's man” she informed. “Is this the woman who stole my daddy?” the little girl asked. Helen was hurt and ashamed and wished those passing by would not hear the little girl's question. “My God! What has Ramsey made me do?” Helen muttered as the child's questions confirmed her fears. She stole her father away from here. “Yes,” Victoria answered with a smile. “I hate you” the child announced and ran off. “Lilly! Lilly baby, don't run away from mummy” Victoria called and pursued after the child. Helen wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. It is true. She was married to a monster. A devil who didn't care about anyone including his own child. She was shaking when a hand tapped her on the shoulder. “Mrs. Phil” Brayan, my personal bodyguard, called. I turned to look at him. “We have to go," he said. I nodded and allowed him to take my hand and led me out. Ramsey never loved her , and she didn't think he loved the child she carried in her womb. If he could abandon his child, his own flesh and blood. Then she was nothing to him. It is all about the contract, to have a child from their contract marriage as she came for a family that befits his status. She was such a fool to have started developing feelings for a monster like him. She wept uncontrollably in the back seat as Bryan drove her back to the monster's mansion. Helen Phil. Formerly Helen Tory was forced into a contract marriage to Ramsay Phil, the dreadful Mafia lord because her father couldn't pay back the money he borrowed to save his dying business. The contract comes to an end when she gets pregnant and gives birth to a child. Helen is trapped in Ramsey's mansion. Will she be rescued by a charming prince or will Ramsey become the prince she desires in the face of daring challenges?
Bloody Love

Bloody Love

Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.
Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee

Broken But His: The Don's Hidden Amputee

I made my living playing background piano in underground speakeasies to pay off my fugitive father’s blood debt. Tonight, I had exactly ten seconds to make sure my floor-length velvet gown completely concealed the fact that I no longer had legs. The VIP doors swung open, and the most ruthless mafia Don in the city walked in—Killian Vitiello, the boy I loved a decade ago. He didn't know my legs were crushed by rival soldiers on the very night he took his blood oath. Instead of a reunion, he pulled a beautiful woman in a red silk dress to his side and coldly introduced her as his fiancée. "The rumors of you being a desperate opportunist at least explain why you vanished without a word," he sneered, looking at my threadbare clothes. He publicly disavowed my existence to the entire underworld, leaving me to be hunted by rival factions. While he built his empire, I was crawling in the freezing rain to reattach my heavy metal prosthetic, watching my mother descend into fatal madness from our crushing poverty. I swallowed the bitter ash of my ruined life and let him believe I was a traitorous gold digger. I would rather he hate me forever than let my mutilated body become a fatal weakness to his throne. So, after my mother died, I packed a single bag and fled the country to disappear for good. But I didn't know that on the very day I left, Killian kicked down the door of an illicit underground clinic and finally opened my ten-year-old medical file.