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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.
Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city. But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing. The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet—which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me. He shoved me. Hard. I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me. He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris. In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened. "It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared." He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation. I realized then that the Omertà—our sacred code of silence—was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion. He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral. I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas. Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead. But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she’s coming back to burn his empire to the ground.
The CEO's Ex-wife – A Plea for Forgiveness

The CEO's Ex-wife – A Plea for Forgiveness

Kevin Harrison Giordano is a powerful CEO who hides a dark identity as a mafia boss. His life takes an unexpected turn when he discovers that his wife is, in fact, his enemy's spy. Irritated, he confronted her: "I loved you, Justine... but now I can only hate you with all my strength." Frowning, Kevin exploded. "You were a beautiful mistake and my downfall, Justine Delacroix." He took the Glock from his subordinate's hands. "Please don't hurt me," she said, curling up in the chair, protecting her belly. "I'm pregnant," she confessed in a trembling voice. Moved by the revelation, the cold man watched her as she hugged her belly. Although he hated her, he still didn't have the heart to punish a pregnant woman. Touching Justine's thin arm, he forced her to stand up. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!" Kevin adopted his authoritarian stance once again. He usually acted this way with his subordinates, but he had never treated her this way before. "But I'm pregnant with your child," she said, showing him the pregnancy test she was holding. "Find Andrew Turner. I'm sure it's his child." His anger was so great that he refused to believe her. Seven years later, Justine's son was in critical condition after being shot. The boy had a rare blood type, and Bryan's father was the only person who could help him. How will Kevin react when he discovers that the child is really his son and that little Bryan is between life and death? Amid secrets, divided loyalties, and resentments, Kevin and Justine must face difficult choices about love, redemption, and justice.