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To betray the Mafia King

To betray the Mafia King

"Don't you dare touch me with your disgusting hands again bit**!" Her breathing stopped and her mouth went dry. The anger in his eyes was something she never saw before. Vincenzo was famous for his calmness and temper. Then who was this deadly disaster standing in front of her? The same hands that had caressed her body with a gentleness that no man has ever shown her before were hurting her. They were treating her like trash when earlier they treated her like a piece of delicate glass. "But it's true Vince...I...lov-" "How does it matter puttana...you will be dead in few minutes anyways. So tell me a reason to not kill you for your treason?" She was willing to accept death. Her body ready to fall down any second without the support of his arms. One last time she looked up at him. His eyelashes looking longer than usual and those black orbs sucking her in their darkness. "My answer will not change...I have and will always love you" Her voice came out stronger than before. With determination and truthful shining in her teary eyes, she laid her heart open to the man she dared to love and betray . His eyes held surprise for few seconds to be followed by indifference. With no emotion on his face and eyes narrowed, he pulled down the barrel, ready to shoot her. "Tst tsk wrong answer mio amore" The coldness of the muzzle made her close her eyes again. Ready to accept death from the hands of her lover for her crimes. His breath on her face, the only thing she could feel as she takes her last breath borrowing it from him. "Rule 2: to kill who betrays and you puttana...." His cold finger trailed the path of her tears and she twitched under his touch. "You betrayed me of everything" *bang* ...................................................
LET'S ROLL THE DICE

LET'S ROLL THE DICE

Luna the only daughter of the leader of notorious assassin the bloody haven, she moved like a ghost. Her father, the bloody and cruel leader of the notorious Bloody haven assassin, although he gave her a quality education, he had had shaped her into a lethal instrument. Despite her intelligent, her beauty and curves that adorned her body she doesn't believe in love and affection because of the way she was raised. The memories of her first mission scared her and it haunted her. They called her " The Ghost," a name that cause shiver down the spine of many people. Her face remained veiled, her eyes bloodshot and unyielding. Human lives was worthless to her and they held no value to her. Human life held no value for her, it was merely a means to an end. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford, and her only confidant was the cold steel of her gun. Luna found herself entangled with the Leonard Cohen a man who she was assigned to kill by her father. Leonard Cohen is a billionaire and the CEO of Golden Corp group a man who wielded power and influence that rippled through the country. A man who was trained in the art of Martials, a man whose heart was devoid of trust. How could she get close to the cold CEO? Could love bloom in the midst of danger? Would she succeed in her mission, or would her heart betray her? Destiny had drawn them together as they both fell in love. Luna faced a choice, loyalty to her father or the possibility of a forbidden connection with the man she was sent to kill. But will that same destiny that brought them together tear them apart?
For His Love: My Public Shame

For His Love: My Public Shame

My family's beloved Majestic movie theater was facing foreclosure, a legacy crumbling after my father's passing. I, Amelia Hayes, an aspiring screenwriter, had one desperate shot: get my script noticed. Then, a powerful Hollywood producer, Marcus Thorne, offered a lifeline: "Be my companion, and your theater is saved." I fell for his charm, mistaking grand gestures for genuine affection. But his A-list ex-fiancée, Victoria Sinclair, reappeared, instantly making it clear I was nothing but a temporary distraction, a pawn in Marcus’s desperate game to win Victoria back. Victoria orchestrated cruel tests, and Marcus consistently chose her, culminating in him publicly abandoning me at a gala. She moved into his home, humiliating me, then framed me for an attack, leading Marcus to lock me in his wine cellar without question. Later, at a public university event, he looked straight at me and coldly denied knowing me. The humiliation, the betrayal, the objectification—how could I have been so foolish, so disposable? Every "affectionate" moment had been a calculated lie, designed to make Victoria jealous. The man I thought I loved had used me, broken me, then discarded me. Enough was enough. I wouldn't be his pawn any longer. I sent him a final, defiant message, severed all ties, and left for Paris, determined to reclaim my dignity, heal my heart, and write my own story, far from the gilded cage of Hollywood.
My Wife, My Enemy

My Wife, My Enemy

Five years into our child-free marriage, a rule my wife Sarah adamantly enforced, she introduced me to Luke and Annie, identical three-year-old twins, claiming they were "ours now." My heart, longing for a family despite a vasectomy two years prior, a sacrifice for her, soared with a confusing mix of shock and overwhelming hope. I believed she had changed her mind, the silent sadness I carried finally seen. But that hope shattered when my doctor revealed the devastating truth: my procedure wasn't a simple vasectomy; my seminal vesicles had been completely removed five years ago, leaving me permanently infertile. Then, a whispered conversation between Sarah and her brother confirmed my worst fears: the twins were Mark' s, her "dying" lover, and my seminal vesicles had been transplanted into him. My love was never enough; I was merely a tool. The house, once my home, became a battleground of deceit. Sarah, the master manipulator, twisted every truth, using the very children born of her betrayal to isolate and hurt me. I was a ghost in my own life, watching the woman I loved play happy family with her real obsession, Mark. The pain of betrayal was a physical ache, yet a chilling clarity emerged: her carefully constructed world was about to unravel. Who was this woman I married? Who orchestrated such a grotesque scheme, using my body, my fortune, to fulfill a twisted fantasy? The innocence of the life I thought I had was brutally stripped away, leaving only a raw, burning injustice. How could I have been so blind? Lying alone in the guest room, the ashes of my old life scattered in the fireplace, I didn't cry. I made a plan. I wouldn't just leave. I would dismantle her world, piece by piece. The fight for my self-preservation had just begun.
The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage." For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart. My final act was an escape. But death brought no peace. Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body. I waited for shock, for panic. Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face. He didn't rush to my side; he laughed. A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face. My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge. From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance. I died thinking this was his ultimate victory. But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted. I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me. A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie? What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all? I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved. He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment. It was just the beginning. And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction.