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The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
Mafia I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return. After the Divorce My Husband Regrets Deeply
Modern On our seventh wedding anniversary, Alan Begum and I had a heated argument because of my decision to choose not to have children, and it ended on a sour note.
Later, I saw a post on social media from his childhood friend, Danna Ahmed. "From the moment you entered the racing circuit to now being famous, I've always been by your side, and only I have been by your side."
She also posted a photo of her with Alan and other teammates.
The teammates had teasing expressions as they looked at them, while Alan and Danna exchanged smiles, appearing like a couple.
Yet in these seven years, he never allowed me to visit his racing events or meet his teammates.
Whenever I asked, he would gently and patiently reassure me. "There are high-speed races on the track. It's too dangerous. You're my dearest, and I'd be heartbroken if you got hurt."
But when I pressed further, his gentle demeanor often turned into impatience.
We had been married for seven years, and it turned out that the most important person in his heart had been his childhood sweetheart, Danna.
Without any drama, I calmly took off my ring, composed a message, and sent it to him. "Alan, let's get a divorce."
Then I slipped on the black gloves that had been preserved in the glass cabinet for many years.
Since when did high-speed racing become dangerous? No More Her Invisible Man
Romance The charity gala flashed smiling faces, then settled on a couple.
My Olivia was laughing, her head titled towards Ryan Stone. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a real kiss, slow and deliberate, for everyone to see.
I stood in the shadows by the exit, holding her coat. For eight years, I was the man she came home to. In public, I was just her personal assistant.
Then, at Ryan' s birthday party, my world shattered. He falsely accused me of stealing his newly gifted diamond watch-a setup, a cruel, orchestrated performance.
Olivia watched, cold and impassive, then lent her voice to the lie: "Ethan, just give it back. You know how much Ryan loved that watch. You even said you liked it yourself, remember? When you saw it in the magazine."
Her words were a final, brutal blow. I was stripped bare, literally, in front of the crowd, searched for a watch planted by Ryan' s friend. The humiliation was a physical thing, a hot wave of shame that washed over me.
No one spoke, no one helped, not even the woman I' d devoted eight years of my life to. She just watched, then walked away with him, leaving me utterly broken.
The next day, a grainy video of me being searched was everywhere. The headlines were brutal: "Tech Mogul's Gold-Digging Assistant Caught Stealing." My life was over.
Olivia then issued a statement, officially erasing me from her life, denying any personal relationship. It was perfectly managed, the damage control complete.
But as I packed my things, knowing I was done being her invisible man, I recorded Ryan' s confession.
And then, I walked out of that old life, straight towards a new beginning, ready to find out if she' d finally notice I was gone. The Ring I Sold For Freedom
Modern On the first anniversary of my daughter Maya's death, I went to her grave, feeling the chilling Chicago wind but nothing else.
My husband, Ethan, was supposed to be with me, but he texted that "something urgent" came up.
When I returned to our penthouse, the sound of a child' s laughter filled our home. It wasn't a memory.
There, on our sofa, was Ethan, not alone. A woman with bleached blonde hair, Nicole, sat beside him with a toddler, Leo, on his lap. My breath hitched. The boy had Ethan' s eyes.
Ethan, caught off guard, stumbled through introductions.
"He's my son," he finally admitted. On the day Maya died, he brought his new family into our home, her home.
Then his parents, cold and powerful, delivered their ultimatum: "You will not divorce him. You will forgive him, accept the situation, and give him another child. Or you will never see Maya's grave again."
My daughter's final resting place, held hostage. The thought was suffocating. I felt trapped, betrayed, consumed by an injustice that left me numb, yet screaming internally. How could they do this? How could he do this?
But a mother's love knows no bounds. I would not let them take Maya from me again. I began selling everything: my valuable art, heirlooms, even my wedding ring.
I needed the money to buy Maya a new plot, a final resting place far away from the Scotts, a place that was just ours. Beyond Betrayal: Reclaiming Her Legacy
Romance I stood outside my apartment, key in hand, preparing for my late mother's annual charity gala-the most important night of my year.
Suddenly, Liam's voice seeped through the wood-my boyfriend of four years. "Don't worry, Chloe. I'll handle her." He confessed he was canceling on my gala for my manipulative cousin, proudly declaring he' d "manage" me. My world shattered. Four years of my life, a carefully constructed façade, all for a favor to Chloe.
He didn't inquire about my well-being, only about public appearances. Chloe later brazenly flaunted him online, laying public claim. The betrayal deepened when they explicitly left me behind for a family trip, Liam's car overflowing with Chloe' s luggage, with no room for me. My uncle then explicitly warned me to stay in my "lane," sneeringly dismissing me.
The ultimate humiliation came when Chloe shoved me into the pool, shrieking I tried to drown her, while Liam rushed to her rescue, leaving me to sink. Could this truly be my life? Constantly dismissed, betrayed, abandoned, and blamed for the cruelties of others? The injustice burned, transforming my grief into a cold, hard clarity.
But then, a sleek black Tesla glided to a stop beside me. "Need a ride, Clara?" Julian Vance, a figure from my distant past, calmly asked. He didn't just save me from walking; he dropped a bombshell that ripped through my two-faced family' s schemes, revealing a secret engagement and finally arming me with the power to reclaim my life. Woke Up to Yesterday's Terror
Fantasy The last thing I saw was Old Man Hemlock' s leering face before darkness consumed me.
I died, my leg broken, sold by my own family.
My father beat me, my brother tied me up, my mother screamed I was a curse.
All over a credit card statement for baby supplies.
I was just trying to help, saving them money with Black Friday deals.
Then, I woke up.
In my bed. My leg healed.
It was Friday, November 24th. Black Friday. The exact day it all went wrong.
My mother's voice drifted up: "Sarah? You up? Did you get those orders placed? For Jessica' s baby things?"
I was back.
I knew what came next: the rage, the accusations, the violence.
When my mom snatched my phone and saw the bank app- $487.00-her face contorted.
"Are you trying to ruin us? Again?!" she shrieked, calling me a "curse" and a "financial drain."
My sister-in-law appeared, her kindness replaced by dawning horror, quickly calling my dad and brother.
The same nightmare began to unfold.
How could a few hundred dollars, spent on things they asked for, trigger such overwhelming hate?
What hidden poison lay within that innocent financial number that turned my family into monsters?
I died wondering, and now I was living the horror again, completely baffled.
What was I missing?
I fled, screaming for help from our quiet Rust Belt town, desperate to expose their monstrous plan before history repeated itself.
But would anyone believe a terrified girl claiming her family wants to sell her to Old Man Hemlock?
And what if there was a deeper truth, a past my memory had erased, that explained their terrifying reaction?
My rebirth wasn't just a second chance, but a hunt for forgotten family secrets, a revelation that could either save me or condemn us all. You might like
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret
Rabbit My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine.
Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family.
To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset.
They both thought I was a broken doll they could control.
I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice.
She sang it, and now her career is over.
Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground. Betrayed, I Married the Feared Cripple
Hu Minxue Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate.
I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo.
The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives.
My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked.
To her, I was finally being disposed of.
She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left.
She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex.
"She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds.
They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter.
They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back.
But they made a fatal mistake.
With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon.
I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him.
And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner.
He will be my vengeance. His Vow Broke, Her Empire Woke
Hei Baidong I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair.
They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves.
Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment.
But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger.
In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all. The Jilted Bride's Secret Mafia King
Benjamen Ernst Standing at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, I waited to marry my wealthy fiancé in front of three hundred of New York's elite.
But right before the vows, my phone vibrated in my bouquet. It was a text from my groom: he was backing out because my maid of honor—my supposed best friend—was pregnant with his child.
Before the shock of this double betrayal could even settle, his mother dug her manicured claws into my arm and publicly humiliated me.
"A woman who can't even attract her own man, how is she worthy of the Doyle name?"
She mocked my background, calling me a worthless orphan who only knew how to draw blueprints, turning my broken heart into a public execution of my dignity.
The terrified girl inside me vanished, replaced by a dark, burning rage. I didn't understand why I had to let this arrogant family step all over me while they played the innocent victims.
I yanked my arm free, tore off my expensive lace veil, and walked straight to the podium to grab the microphone.
"The wedding is canceled. The groom is currently busy with my maid of honor."
I walked out of the church, leaving them in absolute shock. But as I stumbled onto the street, I fell right into the arms of Damiano Moretti—the exiled, dangerous mafia boss known as the Ghost, who sat in a custom wheelchair.
Looking into his cold, storm-gray eyes, I made a reckless, desperate deal.
"Marry me." My Husband Sold Me to the Don
Qing Gongzi My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie.
But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans.
"She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child.
When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal."
The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed.
I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta.
After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse.
This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground. Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle
G~Aden I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body.
My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in.
I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then-
I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses.
Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down-
He's still hard.
Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance.
"You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless.
"I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat.
And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm.
"Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine.
***
Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge.
She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez.
He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her.
What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated.
Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty?
And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?
Too Late, Mr. Capo: Your Wife Is Gone
Mo Yufei "Happy Anniversary," my husband said, sliding the separation agreement across the mahogany desk.
It was the eighteenth time in five years I had signed these papers.
Matteo De Luca, the most ruthless Capo in New York, checked his Rolex with cold impatience.
"Sign it, Sera. Bianca is on the ledge again. She needs to see we're over, or she jumps."
Bianca. The ward. The broken bird. The woman whose fragile psyche dictated every moment of my marriage.
I signed my name, and he left me alone on our anniversary to save her. Again.
But saving her wasn't enough.
When Bianca pushed me down a flight of marble stairs in a fit of jealous rage, shattering my spine and leaving me paralyzed, I thought Matteo would finally choose me.
I was wrong.
I woke up in the hospital to find him holding her hand, not mine.
"The security footage has been wiped," he told me, his voice void of emotion. "We cannot have a scandal. You fell, Sera. That is the story."
He erased the truth. He erased my pain.
He protected the woman who crippled me over his own wife.
Two months later, he wheeled me into a gala, playing the doting husband while I sat in the chair that was my prison.
He didn't know I had a burner phone hidden in my velvet dress.
He didn't know that tonight, the obedient wife was going to die on the pavement, and a ghost would rise in her place.
I looked at him one last time and dropped the phone in his lap.
"I hope she's worth it." The Enforcer's Jilted Princess
Bone Possolo Tomorrow was my wedding day to Jason Brennan, the heir to a powerful Mafia family.
My family, the Falcones, had even taken in an orphaned girl, Elena, treating her like my own sister.
But in my nightmare of a past life, I choked on my own blood, poisoned by the arsenic Elena slipped into my food every day.
As I lay agonizingly close to death, Jason stood over me with a cold laugh, holding Elena in his arms.
"We just needed the Falcone wealth, Bella. And the docks."
Then came the gunfire. I was forced to watch them slaughter my father and my brother, tearing my family out by the roots.
After my death, Elena even spread vicious rumors that I was a barren spinster, twisting their foul betrayal into a tragic tale of noble sacrifice to completely destroy my legacy.
The metallic tang of my own blood was so real I could still taste the ash.
I didn't understand why the girl my family sheltered for eight years would repay our charity with such venom.
And I understood even less how the man who swore to love me could orchestrate my brutal murder without a shred of hesitation.
Bolting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, I realized I had returned to the night before my wedding.
This time, I wouldn't just cancel the engagement. I would hand their treason directly to the Mafia's most terrifying Enforcer, and watch them burn. 
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