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My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney. My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia. "She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia. For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines. I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love. But when the Cartel held us both over the edge of a bridge days later, Dante didn't choose me. He tackled Sofia to safety and watched as I fell backward into the freezing black river. He thought I drowned. Or worse, he assumed I was a dog that would eventually swim back to its master, no matter how hard he kicked it. He was wrong. I dragged myself out of that water, but the woman who loved him died in the depths. Seven days later, I didn't return to the Moretti penthouse. I walked straight into the headquarters of his mortal enemy, Enzo Falcone. "Do you still want to marry me?" I asked the man who wanted Dante’s head on a spike. Enzo didn't hesitate. "I will burn the city down before I let him touch you again." Now, Dante is crawling at my gates, paralyzed and ruined, holding a medical box containing my stolen kidney. But he forgot one thing: I don't want it back.
Barren Wife? I Carry The Mafia Heirs

Barren Wife? I Carry The Mafia Heirs

At the grand funeral of the Old Boss, an ironclad decree was laid down: the mother of my husband's firstborn son would inherit the entire mafia empire. But before the ashes were even cold, my best friend Serena appeared in a hospital gown, cradling a newborn boy. She slapped a DNA paternity report against my chest. "Sign the divorce papers, and vanish." My in-laws, who had always despised my three years of barrenness, immediately rejoiced and flocked to Serena's side. They cursed me for being a useless wife and ordered the Syndicate soldiers to drag me out of the estate empty-handed. When I desperately pulled out my ultrasound report to prove I was finally pregnant, my father-in-law actually drew his silver-plated revolver and aimed it directly at my stomach. He ordered his men to drag me to a back-alley clinic for a forced abortion, claiming I was unfit to bear the Don's true heir. I looked at the toxic family surrounding me, my heart turning to absolute ice. For years, I had treated Serena like a sister, and I had served this family with perfect loyalty, yet they were ready to murder my unborn child for a lying usurper. I wiped the blood from my brow and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Instead of begging for mercy, I ordered the family doctor to pull up the raw diagnostic files from Serena's delivery, ready to show them exactly what kind of defective "heir" they were risking their lives for.
His Mafia Possession

His Mafia Possession

BLURB He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness. * * When a Mafia Lord, ruled by his demons and chain bounded by his trauma from his teenage years meets a girl who could be the answers to his prayers, an angel to his beast and a solace to his ever troubled heart. Zamian, yes, just Zamian, no surname no middle name- the King of the underworld and the worst ruthless mafia King ever who rules his subordinates with so much power, fear, and vigor. He's as ruthless as they say that even other Mafia Lords are scared of him. He's the greatest and most powerful and has a lot of enemies also but this powerful man is guided by his past and tucked by his demons as a result of a teenage trauma. His demons have bound him, making him a shadow of himself and a venom to anyone that comes close. Many see it as a curse, while others rumoured it as Karma- to them, he had killed his family and was facing the repercussions of it. She's Avery Coleman, the only girl that wasn't scared of getting burned by his venom. She had come into his life like a wrecking ball flying like a whirlwind and threatening to break the icy parallel walls of his heart which hadn't been set in motion yet. He vowed never to let her go, but their lives are guided by unraveled mysteries, secrets from the past, untold truths and a fate that is like a curse- trying to travel through the mysteries together. Will Avery be willing to stay even after finding out the truth?. What is this thing that has held Zamian bound for many years? Will Avery be able to find out and let him free?. Journey with me and find out.
Loving A Gangster ~ Seduced By Danger, Bound By Passion

Loving A Gangster ~ Seduced By Danger, Bound By Passion

"Shit, she is escaping," the man with the scarred eyes, cursed out, and grabs the rope I was using to escape. Taking the vase from the table beside the window, I threw it over to his head, "Get your fucking hands off," I snapped and jumped out the window with the rope as my guide, and he followed. Turning my head, I sighted him. "Great, today is not just my day," I murmured as I landed on the.... In a world of crimes, spies and a forbid-den romance. I'm Sophie Rust, an 18 years old. College student. If I may brag a little, I would define my-self as someone who is clever, stubborn, fun-loving and adventurous. I've always known my parents were more than what they seemed, but never in my wildest dream did I imagine they were secret spy agents working for an underground Secret Service. The Rusts – Wild-cat pair is what they were called. Their secret life was full of danger and emotional roller coasters, a life I secretly craved. However, everything changed when I met Alexander Kova, a ruthless Russian gangster leader with a vendetta against my family. And love took an unexpected turn. Tragedy struck, at the High-Ranking official estate where we stayed, leaving me as the sole survivor among the children of other spies. Terrified and homeless, The Kovas, our enemies, turned into our protectors, offered me a blanket of safety. But that hope turned to nothing when a clash between the Kovas and a New York gangster family erupts, turning me into something formidable, a being with powers unimaginable. I never knew I could be the person that I have become.. In the realm of power, secrets, and vengeance, our unlikely romance faces its ultimate test. As Alexander unleashes mayhem to claim what he believes is rightfully his, will our love survive the relentless storm, or will it crumble in the battle for power?
His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure

His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure

The exact moment Marcus Thorne, the most violent Capo on the East Coast, chose to leave our anniversary dinner to answer his mistress's call, I didn't cry. "Business," he rumbled, ignoring the untouched meal I had cooked. "Don't cause a scene, Ellie," he commanded before walking out the door. I later found out his "business" was a polo match with Izzy. She posted a photo of them laughing, her hand on his chest, wearing the shirt I bought him. When I tried to leave, he humiliated me publicly. He kissed her on stage at a gala, just to prove he could. He told his men I was merely acting out. "Ellie is the furniture," he laughed. "You don't throw away antique furniture just because you bought a new TV." But the final blow came when a bomb detonated at a family gathering. Marcus didn't look for me. He dove to cover Izzy with his body. He actually stepped over my bleeding leg to carry her to safety, leaving me in the dust and debris. He thought I was trapped. He thought I was dependent on his money and his name. He thought I would be waiting at home when he was done playing hero. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, destroyed my wedding ring, and boarded a one-way flight to Italy. Three months later, when he finally tracked me down in Tuscany, he fell to his knees in the street, begging me to come back. But I just held the hand of the man standing next to me—a man who treated me like a partner, not a prop. "You are trespassing," I said coldly. "Go home, Marcus."