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The Mafia's Auctioned Heiress

The Mafia's Auctioned Heiress

" Man just got three new girls today, busty and fucking hot. I got a glimpse of them in the dressing room " Enzo said his voice echoing in the room. " Now... The next girl is... Lana. Age 19, from America, as you know we bring busty and endowed ladies to this stage, now let the lady be revealed " The auctioned shouted into the microphone. From the corner of his eye, Antonio saw a mini girl, not a lady walking towards the stage, trembling and shaking. " What the fuck!! Isn't this Emilia, how is she, Lana? What is she doing here? Oh no!!" Antonio pondered. " Let the bidding b... " 10 Million dollars!! " Enzo screamed before anyone, interrupting the auctioneer. Everyone gasped and all eyes were on him, in just a small amount of time he did a huge amount of money for this girl, perhaps his eyes couldn't handle the girl's boobs and ass. " That was the girl I was after, come here baby " Enzo thought, a mischievous smile running across his lips. " Oh... little Lana Emilia, you are in it. Get ready for a sexual adventure " Antonio smiled. **** Emilia Clarke, an intelligent and crazy girl got a scholarship to study in one of the richest and most prominent universities in Italy to study her course, medicine. Antonio De S antis , the second son of the Mr and Mrs De Santis, belongs to the clan, De Santis, a notorious clan of mafias. He is the heir of the De Santi clan but the second son of the family. How is he the heir? What happens when the two characters in their different world meet? Who is Enzo? What led Emilia to the auction? Will he/she fall fall for a mini mafia? Prepare to be taken on an unforgettable ride, where passion collides with the unexpected and will leave an indelible mark on your soul.
Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

My world revolved around Alex Thompson, the golden son of the family who took an orphan like me in. For years, my love for him was a secret hum, a quiet song played on the old piano, hoping he' d hear. But when I finally laid my heart bare, he looked at me with cold, distant pity. "Ava," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You' re like a sister to me. Always." Then he declared his engagement to Chloe Vanderbilt, parading her around like a bright, sharp shield; each public display a fresh wound. Chloe mocked me openly, called me a "hand-me-down," and casually destroyed my last precious memento, my mother' s music box. And while Alex stood idly by, she maliciously framed me for attacking her. Then, his fist flashed. A searing pain erupted on my cheek as he slapped me. "You ungrateful brat!" he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury. That brutal blow extinguished the last dying ember of hope, replacing it with a cold, clear certainty: I had to leave. My love, my loyalty, my very existence had been treated as mere charity, a burdensome obligation, then crushed with cruel contempt. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become the man who struck me for another' s lie? It was over. So, I left. I walked out of that house, leaving behind the shattered pieces of my heart and a symbolic repayment for their "charity." I agreed to an arranged marriage with Noah Evans, a quiet tech mogul. Now, as his fiancée, I'm heading to New York to chase my music dreams, a life where Alex Thompson is nothing but a distant, bitter memory. He thinks he won, that I'll eventually come crawling back. He' s about to find out just how wrong he is.
The Cold Superstar Demands A Second Chance

The Cold Superstar Demands A Second Chance

Avery had spent the last decade building her career from nothing to become a top-tier television host. But overnight, a fabricated lie turned her entire life to ash. A drunken celebrity she barely knew publicly claimed his devotion to her, while his girlfriend posted fake screenshots framing Avery as a homewrecker. The backlash was immediate and ruthless. The network handed her an indefinite suspension. Luxury brands terminated her endorsement deals, leaving her facing millions of dollars in penalty claims. Paparazzi swarmed her building, and angry fans screamed insults at her car. Facing absolute bankruptcy, her manager offered one suicide mission out: join a trashy celebrity dating reality show where the very girl who framed her was starring as the fragile victim. Avery was suffocating under the humiliation of being ruined for a crime she didn't commit. But the final twist of the knife came when Graham, her ex-boyfriend and now a global pop superstar, unexpectedly returned to the network. On live television, he announced to the world that he was back for his "first love"—an outsider with a pure soul. Avery's heart flatlined, knowing he couldn't possibly mean the scandalous, ruined woman she had become. The vulnerability vanished from her eyes, replaced by a cold, hard sheet of ice. She turned her back on the blinding stage lights and texted her manager. "Get the contract ready. I'm signing it today." She was walking into a coliseum, but this time, she would be the one holding the knife.
The Placeholder Wife's Revenge

The Placeholder Wife's Revenge

I sacrificed everything for my husband, Ryan. My ambitions, my career, even turning down a dream job in another city to support his perfect image. I managed our home, believed his promises of devotion, and trusted him completely. Then, his college girlfriend, Chloe, reappeared after her husband's tragic death. He flew to her side, claiming to offer comfort. But when he returned, he brought her straight to our home, introducing her as though she belonged. That night, I heard them. Chloe' s soft voice, "I can' t believe she' s not even here to greet you." And Ryan' s reply, a cold, dismissive murmur that shattered my world: "Don' t worry about Ava. She' s just a placeholder, a shield. I married her to keep you from doing something reckless after we broke up. She was never the one." A placeholder. A shield. My entire marriage, a meticulously crafted lie designed to protect him and hide his true love. My heart pounded, a cold knot of dread tightening in my stomach. In the days that followed, I endured their blatant affair in my own home. My bank account was emptied, my treasured family heirloom was stolen and broken, and I was thrown out of my own bedroom. When I finally confronted them, Ryan brutally struck me, then coldly told me he was divorcing me and I' d get nothing. Yet, despite the pain, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something far more sinister was at play. Why had he been so insistent on my "minor surgery" years ago? What dark secrets did he truly hide beyond his betrayal? Driven by a desperate need for answers, I sought a new doctor, uncovering a truth so chilling, it shattered every last piece of my broken life: Ryan had secretly sterilized me, without my consent, ensuring I could never bear children. Now, with nothing left to lose, I began to plot my escape and his ultimate downfall.
The All Lies

The All Lies

"I'm sorry..." I said, a lone tear escaped. "You have all the time in the world to tell me the truth. B-but...what did you do, Mikael? Y-you...you fooled me... Damn... you made me believe.. . " he didn't finish his words because he laughed lifelessly. even though...his cheeks were full of tears. His eyes are read as a sign of his crying. "C-Crimson... " I called his name as I tried to hug him but... "Don't touch me! You really want to hurt me! I believed, a-I even thought that...I was crazy a-and... Fuck! You just hurt me, you just hurt me me! Let's break up. I'm done with you," he said, he made sure that he's serious. I ran after him and I called his name but he just ignored me. I feel heavy in my heart. "P-please... Crim. Don't leave... Don't l-leave me, please! I... I-I c-can e-explain. Y-yeah, I c-can explain e-everything just don't leave me! Baby... " I hurt him, what can I do? I lied to him. I lied... I l-lied. T-he has turned his back on me. He left me! no...please... I even chased his car to stop him but I was late. He's too fast. I just cried and knelt on the floor. I'm sorry, baby... I'm so sorry. "Let's meet up, please..." "I'm waiting, baby." "Please... Give me just a few minutes..." "Crim? Come please. I'm waiting." I threw my cellphone down on the bench without Crimson even replying to me. "Bullshit!" I screamed and pulled out my own hair even though it was short. I am fucking useless! After he found out everything about me, he immediately forgot that we were together. I removed my necktie from my neck and just threw it away. The pain... The pain pain. He is all I have. He was the only person who appreciated me. I was made to feel love but... Will it suddenly disappear? In just a flash? Is that all? Then...she and Morry will get married right away? His ex-girlfriend after their engagement party earlier. Fuck... I'm tired... I'm fucking tired... I stepped closer to the end of the bridge. I want to end my life, now... I'm tired, eh. I'm so tired. Throughout my life I have always fought but I have always lost. I never laughed because of my complicated life. I've been through a lot in life. Trial but I never give up but now? I give up...I'm tired. How can I fight, the only man I love so much is gone? He is no longer mine. We can't anymore. I want to rest...now I feel more tired. I took a deep breath as I stared at the dark deep sea. If I die...will the weight be removed from my chest? It hurts? Should I try to end my life? I'm Eng. Mikael S. Brilliantes, in love with my soft CEO Crimson Del Labiba. And this is my story...full of fucking lies that lead me to death. "Brother..." "Dream? Why are you here?" I asked my twin brother and I got up. I rubbed my eyes and felt sleepy. My head is also heavy which is a sign that I got drunk last night. What happened? "Who is it, babe?" "Morry?" I uttered his name in shock when I looked at him. My lips parted when I saw... What... W-did something happen to us? "Shit!" I grabbed my clothes that were scattered on the floor and quickly dressed. "Brother... Mikael." "What about h-him?" "Have you talked?" my twin asked me calmly and his jaw was still dark. I stilled, when I remembered Mikael. I quickly picked up my phone that was also scattered on the floor. I opened it right away and saw his 72 missed calls and 21 messages. "Baby, I'm still waiopp on nbbnn" I frowned when I couldn't understand his last messages and it was 2 am in the morning! don't tell me... "Where is Mikael?" "He's gone... Mikael is gone, brother," Drim answered me straight forward. I dropped my phone. "What do you mean?" "Car accident, brother and dead on arrival." I literally dropped my body on the floor with my heart throbbing in pain.