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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..
Betrayed Wife: Pregnant With The Ice Hockey Prince

Betrayed Wife: Pregnant With The Ice Hockey Prince

I spent three years and all my savings on IVF, hoping a baby would fix my cold, crumbling marriage. On the day the doctor told me my third attempt failed, I saw my sister's new Instagram post. She was flaunting her pregnancy, and the man's hand resting intimately on her belly was wearing the custom watch I had just bought for my husband. My world shattered, but the nightmare was just beginning. My own mother dragged me to my sister's pregnancy celebration to save face. "Jase's heart isn't with you anymore. The graceful thing to do is step aside." At the party, Jase fiercely protected my sister, while my parents treated me like an inconvenient outcast. When I demanded a divorce, Jase refused to sign, wanting to keep me as a convenient cover to protect his sports career. Homeless, replaced, and betrayed by everyone I loved, I ended up drinking myself into a stupor at a downtown bar. I didn't understand why my devotion ended with me losing my home and my dignity, while they happily celebrated their betrayal. I felt like the universe's ultimate joke. But I didn't know the universe had an even crazier punchline waiting. The fertility clinic had made a catastrophic error. My IVF hadn't failed. I was pregnant. But the child wasn't my husband's. It belonged to a ruthless billionaire who had just received the news—and he was already hunting down the "scheming woman" carrying his heir.
Marked by the wrong Alpha

Marked by the wrong Alpha

TITLE: MARKED BY THE WRONG ALPHA GENRE: ROMANCE AND ADVENTURE TROUPE: WEREWOLF In the heart of Wolverine city, Ethana's world flourished amidst a mesmerising pack of wolves. Within the boundaries of this mystical realm, she found solace under the enigmatic guidance of her beloved Granny. Bound by a tapestry of an enigmatic past and plagued by the weight of unanswered questions, Ethana embarks on a transformative journey to unveil the truth behind her very existence. In this spellbinding quest for self-discovery, Ethana would come face to face with the profound mysteries of her lineage, forging her own path amidst the whispers of destiny. The tapestry of her journey would be woven with threads of courage, resilience, and an unyielding spirit, as she unravels the secrets that lay dormant within her soul. Ethana finds herself in a captivating web of emotions, Caught between her blossoming feelings for Lucian, her close friendship with Francis, and her burning desire to uncover the truth about her origins, she's faced with a challenging predicament. Lucian, a seemingly kind and gentle person, holds a mysterious past as the nephew of Ethana's nemesis. The veil of secrecy surrounding him only deepens the intrigue. As Ethana delves further into the unknown, her bond with Lucian grows stronger. But with her own identity still shrouded in mystery, can she truly trust him with her heart? The uncertainty surrounding their relationship adds a thrilling twist to their love story. Every interaction, every stolen glance, is laced with anticipation and the question of whether their connection is genuine or a part of a larger scheme. The stakes are high, and Ethana must navigate the treacherous path of love, secrets, and loyalty. Will she be able to unravel the truth about Lucian's past and find solace in their connection? Or will the weight of her own identity hinder her ability to trust? As rumours of Ethana's true identity surfaces, the air is filled with anticipation and intrigue. Ethana can't help but feel that there's more to her story than she knows. Fueled by curiosity and a burning desire for the truth, she sets off on a journey that will unravel the secrets of her past. With each step, Ethana uncovers fragments of a hidden world, unknown identity, shrouded in love, secrets, and lies. The weight of her destiny hangs in the balance as she grapples with the choice to accept her rightful place as a ruler or succumb to the allure of love. The path ahead is treacherous, but Ethana's determination and resilience guide her through the twists and turns of her extraordinary journey. In her quest for the truth, Ethana discovers not only the power within herself but also the sacrifices she must make along the way, and her purpose in life. Will she find the strength to embrace her destiny and fulfil her true potential? Or will the web of love and deception entangle her, threatening to unravel everything she holds dear? Prepare to be enchanted as you join Ethana on this extraordinary odyssey, where the boundaries of reality blur and the power of self-discovery reigns supreme. Embrace the magic and immerse yourself in a world where the past and present intertwine, and the true essence of Ethana's existence awaits to be unveiled.
My North Star Rising

My North Star Rising

My dream of studying at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris was finally within reach, a Golden Whisk nomination sparkling on my laptop screen. My life as a rising pastry chef was just beginning. And then, my phone buzzed. It was Ethan, my charming boyfriend, the heir to the prestigious Vance Family Vineyard. His voice was wrecked, thin and cracking as he pleaded, "Mia, we're going to lose everything. The vineyard is gone. I'm ruined." My heart squeezed, imagining his family's legacy in Napa Valley crumbling. Without a second thought, I clicked off my scholarship application. "I'm coming, Ethan," I promised, "On the next flight to California." For three years, I buried my pastry dreams under layers of grease and exhaustion, flipping burgers at Dusty' s Diner, a greasy spoon in a dusty Central Valley town. Every spare cent went into a battered shoebox, saving fifty thousand dollars to save his "family legacy." Ethan constantly complained about our "dump" rental and the "disgusting" food, but I ignored him, focused on our goal. My sacrifice was complete when I finally deposited the last bundle of cash in the bank. But then, I heard it: a news segment blaring about "dynamic young investor Ethan Vance" and his thriving Napa winery, his acquisition of a tech startup, and even his personal interest in "the popular Dusty's Diner." My blood ran cold, but the final blow came from Ethan's unwitting pocket-dial. "The full fifty K," his smug voice chuckled. "That diner girl? Still slaving away for me. Bless her little cotton socks. Enough for the down payment on that new Porsche 911. And Brittany will love that little diamond thing I saw." Not for a vineyard. Not for us. For a car. For another woman. My breath hitched, the world tilted. Every word, every sacrifice, every hopeful dream of a shared future shattered into a million pieces. The humiliation was a physical ache. As he walked into the diner, feigning concern, I didn't cry. Instead, I calmly pulled out my checkbook. It was time for him to pay for his lies.
His Trophy Wife, Her Secret Life

His Trophy Wife, Her Secret Life

My wife, Sophia Hayes, was beautiful, poised, and utterly detached. For five years, our marriage had been a bizarre, silent transaction: she'd disappear for days, even weeks, to "support" her childhood sweetheart and his failing tech startup. Each time she returned, a lavish "guilt offering" would appear – a vintage Patek, a signed first edition, a priceless Ming vase. Ninety-nine such gifts now filled our sterile mansion, each a screaming monument to her absence and my bitter complicity. I was no longer the man who' d clung to hope, who' d screamed and shattered expensive crystal. Today, as she fastened a diamond bracelet, preparing for her hundredth departure, she waved away my feigned concern for our anniversary, prioritizing his celebration. "I need you to sign this," I said, offering a document I' d subtly placed among her latest "gift." She signed, carelessly dismissing it as a prenup addendum, already thinking of David. She didn' t read the fine print. She never did. "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" it read, the final decree awaiting its ironclad confirmation. The world saw her as a successful patron, supporting a talented founder, but at a glamorous gala, the veil slipped. A reporter, sensing blood, asked, "Are you two an item?" Panic flashed in Sophia' s eyes, and in her fear, she sought me out – her hidden husband – to rescue her public image. I stepped from the shadows, played my part, and then watched as she rushed not to me, but to him, murmuring reassurances. That night, she didn't come home; the next morning, she arrived, exhausted but triumphant, thanking me for "saving us." She dismissed my quiet anger as humility, oblivious. "You asked me to be there, Sophia," I said, watching her carefully curated world unravel. "I did? When?" she asked, genuinely bewildered. Her memory, a weapon of convenience, had erased my very existence. I nodded, utterly calm as she detailed her next trip with David, making another empty promise for "us" once she returned. That date was the day our divorce would be finalized. A cold, hard satisfaction settled in my gut; the world she had built was about to come crashing down. Just not in the way she expected.