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The Billionaire's Regret, The Heiress's Revenge

The Billionaire's Regret, The Heiress's Revenge

I knew my husband, Alessandro De Luca, was the Don of the most powerful Famiglia on the East Coast. What I didn't know was that our five-year marriage was built on another woman's grave. On our anniversary, I found his hidden safe. The code wasn't our wedding date or our birthdays. It was August 14th—the day his first love, Isabella, lost her family. Inside was a shrine to her: photos, dried flowers, and a love letter promising her a "castle in the clouds." There was nothing of me, not a single trace of the five years I'd given him. When he found me, he crushed her locket in his fist and threw it all into the fireplace. "Are you done now?" he asked, as if my heartbreak was a tantrum. He offered a trip to Sicily to "fix" this, then sneered that I had nothing without his name or money. But it was worse than that. He brought Isabella back, gave her my position at the charity I built, and paraded her at our annual gala, publicly claiming her as his own. He humiliated me in front of our entire world, siding with her after she staged a scene to make me look jealous and unhinged. He roared at me, "Caterina, what the hell is your problem?" while he comforted her. So I showed him. I walked over, poured a glass of champagne over his head in front of everyone, and said, "That is my problem." Then I walked out of the ballroom, out of his life, and sent him the separation papers. This wasn't a fight for his love anymore. It was war.
Trapped By The Coldhearted Billionaire's Game

Trapped By The Coldhearted Billionaire's Game

Cassidy Fox woke up in a freezing, luxurious penthouse that wasn't hers. Before she could clear her spinning head, ruthless billionaire Jaret Taylor threw a phone onto the bed. The screen showed an explicit photo of her boyfriend, Burt, tangled in sheets with Jaret's fiancée. Burt had fled the moment things got complicated, leaving Cassidy behind as a scapegoat to face a monster. Jaret demanded an eye for an eye. He trapped her in the room, choked her until she nearly blacked out, and threatened to completely destroy her career if she refused to submit to him. When she still fought back and escaped, Jaret's men captured Burt and lured her to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of a hurricane. Burt was tied to a rusted pillar, beaten and sobbing in terror. He didn't care about what degrading acts Jaret would force her to perform to pay off his debt. "Cassidy, please, just listen to them! We can figure this out, just don't let them hurt me!" Cassidy felt a suffocating wave of despair and injustice. She had risked her life driving through a deadly storm to save the man who had once saved her from drowning, only to realize she was sacrificing herself for a selfish coward who had already betrayed her. Jaret sat at the poker table, looking at her rain-soaked body with a cruel smirk. "Every hand I win, you do exactly what we ask. If you manage to win a hand, we cut off one of Burt's fingers." Looking at the pathetic man begging for his life, Cassidy slowly picked up her cards.
No Second Chances for Love

No Second Chances for Love

My life felt like a fairytale. I, Maya Rodriguez, was deeply in love with Ethan Cole, and my father, Ricardo, was a beloved philanthropist, hosting tonight's grand gala. This night felt special, like the start of everything good. But then, the ballroom doors burst open. Men in dark uniforms stormed in, DEA. And leading them was Ethan. My Ethan. His face, once full of warmth, was cold, hard. He arrested my father, revealing him as "El Martillo," a narcotics trafficker, and worse, the murderer of Officer Sarah Miller – my own mother. My world tilted, shattered in an instant. My perfect life was a lie. My father, a community pillar, was a criminal. My mother, murdered by him. And Ethan, the man I loved, was the architect of this destruction, a cold, calculating agent who had used me. His "I love yous" were just part of his "task." In the hospital, the bullet wound in my shoulder ached, but nothing compared to the news: Agent Cole had a fiancée. I was a means to an end, a tool. Not a person. Was any of it real? Our dates, our nights, his whispers? Did he feel anything, or was I just a job he had to do? The realization was a bitter pill. Hope turned to ash. But as I replayed the horrifying scene, a tiny memory surfaced: my father, a faint scratch on his cheek the night my mother supposedly died in a car crash. A cold suspicion snaked through me. This wasn't just about betrayal. This was about truth. I fumbled with my mother's St. Michael pendant. Inside, tiny engravings: "7710. S.M. My real name." Sarah Miller. My mother. A cop. Killed in the line of duty. By my father. The naive girl was gone. Now, only a burning resolve remained. I would find out everything. And when I did, they would all pay.
Don's Yearn (II)

Don's Yearn (II)

“Answer me honestly Serena. Did he kiss you?" Arsenio asked Serena. He had backed her against the wall, making her lose her one chance at escaping him. His body was tense and every nerve in him was on end as he awaited her response. “What is it to you Arsenio?! He might be a bad person but at least he knows what he wants and he sure as hell goes for it. You kiss me one moment and the next you tell me it's a mistake. You tell me how badly you want me and try to chase anyone who shows the least interest in me and yet you keep me at arm's freaking length. Enough Arsenio. I will do what I want to do…how I want to do it and with whom I choose. Hell, I'll even spread my legs wide open for Gerald if it would mean…” Arsenio had heard enough and he quickly turned her to face the wall. He held her both hands with one of his above her head before he pressed his body so close to hers. “You have been naughty, Bellisomo. Teased me to no end and made me go crazy countlessly. Now let's find out if your body agrees with your words “ Arsenio said and his fingers went missing under the short blue gown she had worn to test Gerald Mason. ******************** Arsenio Vladmiro - son to Massimo Vladmiro and Amelia Vladmiro finds out about his forbidden feelings for the one person he should not think of in that manner - Serena Toralba. She is the daughter to their family’s Consigliere and their parents raised the both of them in the same mansion together. He struggles between going for the girl he has always seen as a younger sister till seven years ago or letting her go. He had his pretty share of women in the world but the one woman he shouldn't want is the one his heart thrums for.
Hiding the Millioner's daughter.

Hiding the Millioner's daughter.

PROLOGUE: "Shaniya Venice Gershwin !!" I heard a baritone voice from behind me as a rock as I stood when I heard his voice. "Why?" I didn't answer and looked at him. "Where are you going?" She asked my eyebrows at me. "Wherever you are and I will not see you!" I shouted at him and I hoped I should expect. A strong slap hit my face. I'm used to this always this way. "Come here! Your not going out! Remember this Shan you're not going out anywhere! She screamed at me as she held my hand around the pain she was holding on to it but I didn't even notice that it was so tiring. "Stop! What are you doing!? Remember you're the first one who cheated on me, us !! And, this relationship is not going out well anymore! You cheated remember? You first cheated! You have Vanessa Tyron Why? I cried to him. "Look Tyron, don't you want me to remember? So you're still making out of your ex. Stop making fun of me Tyron Ace Villanueva!" I shouted angrily and pulled my hand to his hand. As I looked at it his hand was still there. "I already signed the divorced paper ty. I hope that is what you want right? So I signed up yesterday. So yeah! I'm out of this f*cking force marriaged that our parents did." I said and quickly went upstairs and took my luggage. When, I reached the gate I last took a glance at the mansion. I'll always love you ty but, you gave me the reason to give up on you. I said in my mind. I put my baggage before going in the taxi. ____
90 days to seduce the mafia boss

90 days to seduce the mafia boss

"I'm done with you, Aurora Fernandez-if that's even your name." Mia's voice trembled with rage as she turned for the door. "You'll regret refusing me," Aurora snapped behind her. Mia's hand touched the knob-just as it turned on its own. The door creaked open. Her heart dropped. Standing in the doorway was a face she never wanted to see again. Lucius Lovato. The cold, merciless CEO of the department store where she'd once worked. His eyes swept over her with visible disdain. "Who is this little thing, Eva?" he asked, his voice hoarse and biting. And just like that, Mia knew-she was trapped again. Wrongfully accused. Publicly humiliated. Betrayed by the only man she ever loved. Mia Simpson thought she'd hit rock bottom. Then came the offer-escape prison and start over, under one terrifying condition: seduce and marry Lucius Lovato, the mafia heir with a heart of ice and a soul no one dares touch. But Mia isn't the fragile girl the world thinks she is. She agrees to the deal-on her own terms. Behind her innocent eyes burns a thirst for revenge, and the deeper she steps into the dark world of power, blood, and secrets, the more dangerous she becomes. Lucius, however, is not a man easily fooled. Every attempt to break him only draws him closer. And every secret Mia hides? He already suspects. As enemies close in and her hidden past begins to unravel, Mia discovers a horrifying truth-she is not just a girl caught in the middle of a mafia war. She is the legacy of something much greater... and much more feared. He was her mission. She was his undoing. But in the underworld, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.
His Obsession, My Revenge: A Mafia Second Life

His Obsession, My Revenge: A Mafia Second Life

I woke up in the tangled black silk sheets of the Mafia Don's bed, my skin still burning from his ruthless touch in the dark. The heavy door burst open, and his pristine wife, Bianca, looked at my bruised collarbones with visceral hatred. Instead of having me killed for soiling her husband's bed, she offered a devil's bargain. "You will take my place in his bed. You will be a shadow in the dark." In my past life, I foolishly accepted, thinking her money would pay for my dying mother's hospital bills. I didn't realize the untouchable Mafia Queen was barren and just needed a disposable incubator. After I endured the Don's violent possession and birthed the Moretti heir, they cut off my mother's medicine. Then, they dragged me to a remote warehouse and suffocated me with a wet mattress to bury their dirty secret forever. Until my last agonizing breath, I didn't understand why my absolute submission and suffering were rewarded with such a brutal, meaningless death. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning after the Don first claimed me. I knelt on the Persian rug, weeping tears of fake gratitude as Bianca handed me the cash. But the moment my escort looked away, I didn't take her fertility herbs. I bought a bitter root from an alley witch to keep my womb empty. This time, I won't give the Don a child. I'll become his darkest obsession, and use his lethal power to burn this entire family to the ground.
FURY OF HEART

FURY OF HEART

Nothing is more deadly than a wounded heart in the world I have always known-where power, loyalty, and treachery prevail. I never imagined that one visit would cause everything to fall apart when I went to see Leo Volkov, the infamous mafia kingpin and ex-lover of my sister. The ruthless and merciless king of the Volkov empire, Leo, had been in a terrible car accident and I felt I might offer him something-anything-before it was too late. He vanished though when I got to the hospital. Discharged, vanished, leaving just questions and a gnawing sense of abandonment. The true shock set in when I got home and discovered my boyfriend, Dmitri Baranov, locked in a hug with my sister Mara. Betrayal hardly starts to cover the damage I experienced. The worst of all is also Cold as usual, my family hardly even looked at it. Always more worried with family reputation than with my own happiness, my mother chastised me for being "dramatic." She solely considered what would be best for the family, not what I needed. But when Leo gets back, exactly as volatile and deadly as before, I find myself dragged back into a world of secrets and revenge threatening everything. Between the broken bonds with my family, a renewed, forbidden connection to the guy who once held my heart, and a conspiracy that can ruin me, I have to choose whom to believe. More importantly, if he would even take me back, am I ready to risk it all for a second chance at love?