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My Husband Is A Mafia

My Husband Is A Mafia

"Stop! Get out!" I shook my head. "No! I'll stay!" I said. "I hate you so much!!" I had tears in my eyes after He said that. "How long will you be like this? How long!" The girl cried to her husband. "When I was 16 years old until now I'm 20 years old like that!" He just listened "We're 5 years married! D*mn! Do you still blame me? I'm sorry!" He was looking at the sky. He turned his back on me like that when he talks to me. "Can you please stop talking Kong It's not important!" He said coldly. "I love you so much, Zymon, no matter what I do, don't lose me because I'm your wife! Your wife! We have an oath" I stood up to stop him from leaving. "Husband on paper, remember that!" I was weakened by what I heard. "Zymon plssss don't do this to me--" I begged. Kuna didn't finish speaking when he left. "I love... you my Mafia Husband....you think I know nothing about everything... Your husband...I know something" I said crying. Even though he was no longer in front of me I was able to speak. "There.. I know...I.." I sobbed as tears fell from my eyes.. How long will my husband torture me.. I was 16 years old when our arranged marriage happened.. Because the woman he loves died... I! I blame everything... Zymon's girlfriend committed suicide on our wedding day So he blames it I'm the one to blame. If I don't come into His life, it won't happen... It's been 5 years nothing happened.... It's the same.. I look at my self.. Am I such a martyr... Just because of him..
The Unwanted Wife's Final Gift

The Unwanted Wife's Final Gift

The crystal chandeliers of the Reed family mansion dripped light onto the polished marble floor. It was my first wedding anniversary, a grand affair designed to broadcast stability to the business world. But the guest of honor wasn't me, the legal wife. It was Chloe Evans, my husband Ethan's publicly known mistress, her hand possessively resting on her rounded belly. "Ethan and I are so thrilled to announce that we're expecting. Our baby is a true blessing." Chloe's voice echoed, shattering the silence and my carefully constructed composure. All eyes turned to me, standing alone near the grand staircase, as the whispers of shock and pity washed over the room. My face was a mask of calm, but inside, a storm raged. After a year of marriage that was nothing more than a business contract, a foolish part of me had still hoped. That hope died a final, quiet death as I watched Ethan shield Chloe from the flashing cameras, confirming to the world I was just an obstacle. I took a slow sip of champagne, then walked towards them, my steps measured and confident. "Ethan," I said, ignoring Chloe. "Congratulations. I have a gift for you. For our anniversary." He looked surprised by my composure. "What is this?" he asked, suspicion lacing his tone. "Divorce papers," I announced, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "Signed by me. And a transfer of all my shares in Miller Corp, as stipulated in our prenuptial agreement. You' re free." A collective gasp filled the room. His arrogant smirk finally faltered. He had expected tears, a scene, a fight. He had not expected this clean, decisive severing. "You're giving it all up? Just like that?" he questioned, searching my face for a trick. A sharp pain stabbed through my abdomen-a secret I had been carrying for weeks. Pancreatic cancer. Late stage. Inoperable. The doctor's words from that afternoon echoed. The public humiliation, the betrayal, was nothing compared to the true devastation. I straightened, forcing down the pain. "Just like that. Because I'm tired of this game. You win." I turned to leave, but another wave of pain buckled my knees. "I'm fine," I breathed to my rushing assistant. "Just a little tired. I'm going home." But my destination wasn't home. It was the hospital. I was dying, and the man I loved was trying to torture me in my final days. He had brought his mistress into my childhood sanctuary, smashed the physical representation of my secret, cherished memory for him, and then publicly auctioned my wedding ring for a dollar. He was confirming I was nothing more than garbage to him. I stared at his cold, mocking eyes across the hospital room. He wanted a quick, clean divorce? No messy legal battles that could drag Reed Industries through the mud? I had a proposition. "You will spend the next seven days with me. Every minute. You'll do everything I say, go wherever I want you to go. You'll be my husband, for one last week." My voice, surprisingly strong, dropped to a challenging whisper. I had three months to live. Three months to fix him. I couldn't die and leave him like that.
Too Late, Mark Olsen

Too Late, Mark Olsen

I sacrificed a dream career in Silicon Valley and moved halfway across the country, all to build a life with Mark, the man I loved. But then, an Instagram post shattered my world: Mark, arm around a blonde I didn’t know, captioned “Celebrating my new role with the amazing Chloe Vanderbilt!” When I confronted him, he unveiled a callous betrayal, coldly stating Chloe was his girlfriend and I was merely a past chapter, no longer “in his league.” My attempt to warn Chloe about his true nature backfired spectacularly, as she dismissed me as a "crazy, jealous ex" and, together with Mark, orchestrated a public humiliation at a downtown bar. The ultimate horror struck moments later when two thugs ambushed me, physically assaulted me, and stole everything, growling a chilling warning to "stay away from Austin." Bruised, traumatized, and stripped bare of my dignity and possessions, I was forced to flee the city that had crumbled my life to dust. How could the man I loved, and his new partner, conspire to destroy me so completely, leaving me feeling utterly abandoned and broken with no one to turn to? The injustice burned hotter than any physical wound, screaming for an answer no one seemed willing to provide. But as my plane lifted off, leaving Austin behind, the despair solidified into steel: I vowed to remake myself, stronger and smarter, and one day, they would realize the true cost of their cruel game.
Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

Billionaire Heiress's Humiliation: A Brother's Fury

My fiancé' s mistress hacked off my hair in the middle of Van Cleef & Arpels while he laughed on the phone. He told her to "teach the stalker a lesson," having no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually the billionaire heiress he was arranged to marry. Ten minutes later, my brother' s private army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I picked up the scissors to return the favor. I had spent a year doing humanitarian work in war zones, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and a worn hoodie to collect my custom engagement tiara. Glennie Kramer, a supermodel and Ashton' s "true love," sneered at my appearance and claimed the diamonds for herself. When I tried to stop her, she grabbed gift-wrapping scissors and violently severed my waist-length hair while the staff watched in terror. Desperate, I called Ashton, but he mocked me as a "pauper" and authorized security to hold me down while Glennie finished the job. They smashed my phone, thinking I was helpless. But the call hadn't disconnected before my brother, Ason Kane, heard everything. The King of Wall Street arrived with a fleet of armored SUVs and a rage that froze the room. Ashton collapsed when he realized he had just assaulted the sister of the most powerful man in New York. I walked over to the trembling supermodel, the scissors cold in my hand. "You said a nobody doesn't deserve beautiful hair," I whispered. I didn't just ruin their looks; I sent them to the Black Cell and erased their existence from high society forever.
No Longer His Muse

No Longer His Muse

The sterile white walls of Liam's penthouse, a gilded cage masquerading as my studio, stifled me. Every painting, every breath, belonged to him. Then, a cold, glowing message appeared in my vision: `[Muse System Activated. Main Task: Sever the parasitic relationship with Liam.]` My secret guide had arrived. Its first sub-quest: `[Facilitate the marriage between Liam and his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett.]` This was my way out. I became the perfect, pliant artist, orchestrating his reunion with the sophisticated art critic he truly desired. I endured her disdain, even painting her tributes to feed his obsession. The night of the Art Gala, I felt unwell, my head spinning from stress. As I steadied myself by an ice sculpture, Scarlett deliberately bumped me. I stumbled, and a piece of the sculpture crashed down, narrowly missing her. She screamed, accusing me of jealousy, of trying to hurt her. Liam, his rage burning, pulled her into his arms, completely ignoring me. `"Chloe! What the hell did you do?"` he snarled. The crowd's murmurs turned into accusations, judging me the crazy, jealous mistress. A familiar cramping seized my stomach, and I doubled over in searing pain. Blood trickled down my leg, a dark stain on my light dress. I was having a miscarriage, a life I didn't even know I carried. Liam dragged me to his car, ` "Can' t you go one night without making a scene?" ` he hissed, before abandoning me in the parking lot to return to Scarlett. The system confirmed my loss: `[Pregnancy terminated due to physical trauma.]` I realized then: this wasn't just neglect. It was calculated cruelty, a test from Scarlett to see how far he'd go for her. And he had passed. His utter indifference, his willingness to sacrifice me, ignited a cold fury. I would still get them together. But this time, it wouldn' t be for his happiness. It would be for my ultimate, painful freedom.
My Hot neighbor

My Hot neighbor

EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK. “Alexa how are you doing this morning” jack Alexa best friend asked. “Am good and you what are you doing here early this morning?” Alexa asked. “I came to take Kim out” jack replied. “Kim is still sleeping” Alexa replied. “mum why are you lieing i am not sleeping am awake” Kim said. “Hi baby how are you doing?” jack asked. “Am not fine you promised to take me out last Saturday but you didn’t” Kim said. “common uncle is very busy am here to take you out today hope I am forgiven” jack said. “I will think about it” 5years old Kim replied. “Alexa guess who I ran into on my way here” jack said. “Khalid” Alexa replied with a smile and jack shake his head. “yeah I saw Khalid with a very beautiful lady” jack said. “you mean the lady is more beautiful than I am?” Alexa asked. “I didn’t say that” jack replied. “I will be right back” Alexa said and ran out. she get to Khalid apartment and peep she ran back to her apartment to carry stood since she’s not tall enough. she placed the stood near Khalid window and climb on it. “it seems someone is peeping at us” the lady said to Khalid. “really don’t talk I will deal with the person I knew who is peeping at us Khalid said and went inside his bathroom he urinate inside a container and went to his window and empty it on Alexa head. and she fall on her butt. “aah what’s this it’s salty” Alexa said. “yes darling hope you enjoy it it’s my urine” Khalid replied. “you’re so mean” Alexa replied. Kim and jack burst into laughter. “mummy mummy hope you enjoy it. my chocolate uncle you tried I will give you one of my chocolate later” Kim said still laughing and Khalid gave her a thumb up. “I will see you later baby” Khalid said and stick his tongue out at Alexa and locked his window. Love is a feeling of a strong or constant affection for a person. Attractions that includes sexual desire. The strong Affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship. what happens when it’s only felt by one person. have you ever being in a one sided love. That’s the case of Alexa. Alexa is a beautiful 26 years old single mom she is in love with Khalid but he doesn’t love her back because she’s a single mom he only loves her as a friend. “meet Khalid stoner 28years old manwhore. he is ready to stick his d*ck in any single Lady p*ssy. his background is unknown no one knows where he comes from. Did you think Khalid will later fall in love with our crazy Alexa. what Happen when the father of her child is Khalid best friend. but Alexa and Khalid didn’t know. What do you think about Khalid’s background?