Dionisio Wambold
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Killed by the Ones I Loved
Mafia I was the cherished heir of a powerful mafia family, fiercely protected by my brother, the Don, and my fiancé, the family's lethal Enforcer.
But on my eighteenth birthday, they publicly framed me for the federal crimes committed by Chloe, a destitute orphan I had sponsored.
They stripped me of my title and threw me into the syndicate's subterranean prison.
For three months, I endured brutal electrocution and torture. When I was finally released, crippled and starving, I walked into my bedroom only to find my fiancé entangled with Chloe on my sheets.
To secure their pity, Chloe faked a suicide attempt.
My brother and fiancé dragged me to the clinic, pinning me down to forcefully drain my blood into Chloe as my penance.
Even when the doctor exposed my arms, covered in horrific burn scars from the prison, my brother coldly ordered him to continue the transfusion.
My heart, already failing from the repeated electrocutions, finally gave out.
As my spirit drifted above my lifeless body, I watched the doctor reveal that the blood drain had killed me. I watched them uncover Chloe's bribery of the guards and my final, despairing voice memos.
The two most ruthless men in the city fell to their knees, howling in agonizing remorse, begging my corpse for forgiveness.
But looking at their tears, I felt absolutely nothing.
I smiled, turned my back on their worthless apologies, and stepped into the blinding white light, leaving them to drown in a hell of their own making. Rejected For An Omega, Marked By The Alpha King
Werewolf For two years, I drained my own blood and emptied my private vaults to brew anti-silver potions, waiting for my mate Caleb to return victorious from the rogue wars.
But the day he finally came back, he brought a fragile, sweet-smelling Omega named Lily and publicly rejected me in front of the entire pack.
"I, Caleb, reject you, Serena, as my mate."
He claimed Lily had risked everything to gather healing herbs to save his life at the border, and he owed her his absolute protection.
He looked at my hands, which were covered in tiny, faded scars from forging his winter armor, with nothing but cold, bleak distance.
He even allowed this lowly Omega to steal my dead mother's sacred Luna veil for their upcoming mating ceremony, treating my bloodline's legacy like dirt.
He truly believed I was just a jealous, bitter woman, completely unaware that every potion and every piece of armor that kept him alive was secretly woven with my blood and my personal crest.
Instead of begging or shedding a single tear, I calmly accepted his rejection and picked up the golden-sealed royal decree from the table.
"I will accept the royal summons. I will go to the Royal City."
I left him to rot with his fake savior, ready to meet the Lycan King and awaken the terrifying power of the hidden White Wolf. From Unread To Cherished: My Mafia Second Chance
Mafia I was just trying to plug my mafia Capo boyfriend's backup phone into the charger.
The screen lit up, and I accidentally swiped into his encrypted chats.
There, I saw a glaring red dot next to every single voice message I had sent him over the past five years.
Thousands of seconds of my deepest fears, my unwavering love, and my midnight pleas for help had been completely ignored.
Yet, pinned at the very top was a chat with his female subordinate, Sophie.
He had listened to every sixty-second complaint she made about her bitter coffee, replying with meticulous, tender care.
Two weeks ago, I almost died from a ruptured appendix on our bathroom floor.
I sent him desperate voice notes begging for a doctor, but he only typed a cold "Understood" and never came home.
But tonight, on our seventh anniversary, when Sophie cried over a burst water pipe in her apartment, he slammed on the brakes.
"Get out and call an Uber."
He abandoned me in the pouring rain and sped off to save her.
The first two years had been different. He used to listen. But somewhere along the way, he stopped.
For five of the seven years we were together, I had deceived myself, thinking his quick replies meant he was just too busy running the underground city to listen.
I couldn't understand how my life-and-death emergencies meant absolutely nothing to him, while her trivial office drama could move the most ruthless man in the city.
Realizing his love had died long ago, my heartbreak suddenly vanished, replaced by a chilling sense of relief.
I took off my diamond ring, packed a single black suitcase, and blocked him on every network.
"William, we are done."
I sent my final three-second message, and walked out the door to start a new life. Captive Of The Ruthless Warlord Boss
Mafia Betrayed by my own uncle for a stack of hundred-dollar bills, I was drugged at the Miami airport and trafficked to a heavily armed mercenary compound in the Darien Gap.
Stripped of my dignity, I was scrubbed with industrial bleach and graded as an "A-class asset." I was supposed to be a gift for Axel Sterling, the ruthless warlord who owned the estate, but he took one look at our trembling line and coldly declared he had no interest in women.
To vent her frustration, the estate manager, Bea, decided to make my life a living hell.
She locked me in a pitch-black solitary cell, starving me for days. She dragged me out only to force me to watch runaway girls get torn apart by massive mastiffs and swamp crocodiles.
She wanted me completely broken and begging, a mindless toy ready to submit the moment the warlord returned.
Sitting in the freezing mud, covered in blood, I was pushed to the absolute brink of madness. I couldn't understand why I was being kept alive while the others were sold off to the cartels. Was it really just because I had recognized a fake 1792 colonial map in his foyer?
When Axel finally returned, Bea shoved me onto the burning asphalt, throwing an oil-stained rag at my face.
"Wipe them clean! Or I'll throw you back in the pit!"
She hoped my clumsy panic would trigger his extreme OCD and get me killed. But I didn't cry, and I didn't beg.
Recalling my university antiquities restoration classes, I treated his mud-caked combat boot like a priceless 16th-century manuscript, perfectly lifting the dirt without a single scratch.
The warlord stared at my filthy, battered body, his dead eyes finally sparking with a dark, calculating interest.
"Stand up. Come inside." Ninety-Nine Heartbreaks, One Final Goodbye
Modern The ninety-ninth time Jax Little broke my heart was the last time. We were the golden couple of Northgate High, our future perfectly mapped out for UCLA. But in our senior year, he fell for a new girl, Catalina, and our love story became a sick, exhausting dance of his betrayals and my empty threats to leave.
At a graduation party, Catalina "accidentally" pulled me into the pool with her. Jax dove in without a second's hesitation. He swam right past me as I struggled, wrapped his arms around Catalina, and pulled her to safety.
As he helped her out to the cheers of his friends, he glanced back at me, my body shivering and my mascara running in black rivers.
"Your life isn't my problem anymore," he said, his voice as cold as the water I was drowning in.
That night, something inside me finally shattered. I went home, opened my laptop, and clicked the button that confirmed my admission.
Not to UCLA with him, but to NYU, an entire country away. Rejected By My Cruel Fated Mate
Werewolf I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn. The Forgotten Genius: Rising From Ruin
Modern I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a throbbing head and a memory as blank as the white walls. Before I could even ask who I was, my fiancé, Beckham, stormed in with my sister, Isamar, and ended our engagement with a look of pure disgust.
"Stop the act, Chanel," he sneered, accusing me of crashing my car just to hound him for money. "The accident won't save you this time. You're a pathetic gold digger, and you just lost your meal ticket."
The nightmare only deepened from there. My own mother disowned me over the phone, freezing my bank accounts and calling me a disgrace for "faking a suicide" just to get Beckham's attention. When I returned to the family estate to reclaim my legal documents, my mother slapped me across the face, and my brother, Liam, tried to beat me, treating me like a common thief in my own home.
Left with nothing but a black business card and a debt I couldn't pay, I fled into a rainy night on a stolen ATV. My adrenaline was crashing, and my hands shook on the handlebars as I rounded a sharp, wet curve. I lost control, skidding across the asphalt and smashing head-first into a luxury Maybach.
The man who stepped out of the car was none other than Duke Montgomery-the most feared, powerful man in the city, a "disfigured recluse" the tabloids whispered about in hushed tones.
I didn't understand why my own blood treated me like trash or why my sister was smirking while I bled in the mud. I was a stranger to my own past, discarded by everyone I was supposed to love, and now I owed a fifty-thousand-dollar repair bill to a man who looked like he could crush me with a single word.
But as I looked into Duke's cold, aristocratic eyes, something inside me snapped. I didn't beg for mercy. I stood my ground and offered a high-stakes negotiation.
"I will work it off," I told him, stepping into his car and choosing to walk straight into the lion's den to take back the life they stole from me. His Barren Lie, Her Shattered Womb
Modern For six years, I endured my husband David's family shaming me for my barren womb. I went through countless painful fertility treatments, clinging to his promises that we would one day have a child.
Then I saw the picture on his secret social media: David, his arm around my "wellness coach," Briana, her belly round with their "little miracle."
The confrontation was a nightmare. Briana shoved me, and I was left bleeding on the floor as David rushed her to the hospital. Later, my own family told me to accept the affair for the sake of my brother's medical bills, which David's family paid. David even slapped me for daring to call Briana a liar.
But the true horror came in a message from Briana. She gloated that David had been sabotaging my treatments all along. He had made me believe I was broken, just so he could replace me.
My hope turned to ice. I found them celebrating in a hotel suite. As David reached for me, I met his terrified gaze and threw myself down the grand staircase. My life was over, and I was taking them down with me. His Political Lie, My Shattered Love
Modern My husband, a rising political star, begged me to reconcile. I thought our love story was real. It was a lie, a public spectacle designed for his political gain and my systematic destruction.
On our anniversary, I found a group chat on his tablet. He and his mistress were laughing about how predictable I was, calling me a "naive fool" for believing his promises.
The cruelty escalated from there. He poisoned my food, publicly humiliated me at a charity auction that left me bankrupt, and even had me whipped in his family's basement as a twisted form of punishment.
The final blow came when I overheard him plotting my murder. He planned a "tragic hiking accident" at a remote cliff during a storm, a perfect crime to make me disappear forever.
But I turned his murder plot into my own escape. I faked my death and started over as a baker in a quiet town. A year later, he found me, haunted by regret, but his final act of redemption-and the true cost of my freedom-was something I never saw coming. Naked Truths:His Plan To Get Me
Billionaires For ten years, I, Chloe Davis, devoted myself to Ethan Stone, the elusive tech mogul.
I poured my life into supporting his ambitions, waiting for the day his guarded heart would finally open.
I truly believed that night, at the meticulously planned party, was our moment.
Then, Ethan walked in, not alone, but with Serena Vance, his fiancée.
The word hit me like a physical blow, tearing through every hope I' d ever held.
He then demanded I give him the engagement ring I' d designed, so he could propose to her.
He watched, cold and indifferent, as Serena and her friends stripped me naked in the courtyard, humiliating me in front of everyone.
I was left exposed, shamed, and utterly heartbroken, as Ethan stood by and did nothing.
How could the man I' d given everything to become such a monster?
Why did I waste a decade of my life on him?
As despair threatened to consume me, a familiar face from my past appeared, a beacon in the darkness.
Alex Chen, the quiet boy from my childhood, had come for me.
I chose him, breaking free from Ethan' s cruelty and leaving everything behind.
But just as I started to heal, I uncovered a shocking truth: Alex' s love was a cage, meticulously built on manipulation and deceit.
He had orchestrated my humiliation, using Serena to destroy Ethan, all to claim me.
Realizing I was a pawn in an obsessive game, I walked away from them both, determined to reclaim my life.
I packed a small bag and vanished, seeking refuge in a remote mountain town, ready to forge a new path where my fate was finally, truly my own. Beyond the Burnt Sugar: Her Sweet Revenge
Romance I was reborn on the day of the Scott Hospitality Innovator's Gauntlet, the air thick with burnt sugar and the scent of my past misery.
I won that competition, but instead of the grand prize, I gained a forced marriage to Ryan Scott, grandson of the powerful food empire patriarch.
My wedding day turned into a public spectacle when Ryan's socialite "true love" faked a suicide attempt, painting me as the villain who stole her life.
Years of icy marriage culminated in a nightmare: Ryan smothered our infant son, believing he was saving his precious Molly from my "theft," then murdered me.
My last thought was of my dying father, knowing he'd be next.
Now, I'm back, standing at the final challenge of that very competition, but this time, I' m not just winning; I'm orchestrating my freedom. The Ex Who Wouldn't Let Go
Modern Six years ago, I fled my hometown and the toxic shadow of my ex, Stella, rebuilding a new life far away with my loving wife, Maria, and our sweet daughter.
Returning for my high school reunion felt like a minor obligation, a chapter I thought was long closed.
But Stella, ever the master of drama, blindsided me by announcing her engagement to the very man she left me for, using the moment to publicly humiliate me.
I retaliated with a calm, pointed gift that shattered her grand announcement, but her obsession only escalated.
She ambushed my wife and me, hurled hateful insults at Maria, then shockingly, physically assaulted our innocent five-year-old daughter.
A cold rage consumed me as the woman who once broke my heart turned her venom on my family, framing me for assault when I protected my child.
Then the anonymous online attacks began, a vicious smear campaign against Maria and me that threatened to destroy everything I had built.
Was this simply her desperate revenge, or was there something more sinister behind her relentless malice?
I would not let her win; I set a trap, a public reckoning to expose Stella's lies once and for all and reclaim my family's peace. The Gilded Betrayal
Modern My life felt like a flawless painting: a thriving art gallery in SoHo, a visa to expand to Paris, and a husband, Ethan, whose grand gestures-even donating a kidney-painted him as the epitome of devotion.
But the hushed "whispers even in paradise" I overheard at the French consulate soon materialized into a sickening reality as unfamiliar perfume, a fuchsia lipstick stain, and a pair of lacy thongs pointed to a betrayal within my own home.
Ethan' s mistress, Chloe Vance-the unsuspecting Mark's sister and a houseguest who flaunted her presence-was brazen, openly taunting me and daringly sending me explicit videos of their affair, even boasting about being pregnant with his child.
The man who once swore eternal love and sacrificed his health for me had meticulously constructed a grotesque pantomime, his every tender touch a suffocating lie designed to gaslight me into insanity.
But the agony of betrayal solidified into a chilling resolve: I would not quietly vanish; instead, on our anniversary, I publicly forced Ethan to sign his divorce and transfer his fortune, setting the stage for his dramatic downfall and my own audacious freedom. The Colonel's Daughter's Revenge
Fantasy My stepmother, Eleanor, was about to ruin my life again, just like before.
A cream-colored envelope, sealed with the Vanderbilt crest, landed on our mahogany table like a death sentence.
This was it: the nightmare I' d already lived once, revisited.
Eleanor' s eyes gleamed as she declared the Vanderbilts wanted an 'alliance' – a marriage for one of us Miller girls.
I knew exactly what that meant: I was to be sold off to a powerful dynasty, just like in my previous life.
My father, Colonel Miller, was a hero overseas, out of reach, leaving no one to stop Eleanor.
They paraded my stepsister, Brie, first.
But when she inevitably feigned illness, Eleanor' s gaze landed on me.
My stepfamily, always eager to exploit my father's name, expected me to be their dutiful pawn, just as I' d been broken and discarded before.
They thought I was the same naive girl, easily manipulated and ready to sacrifice.
They were clueless about the searing memories, the clear roadmap of their treachery, I carried.
But this time, things would be different.
This wasn' t surrender; it was the first move in my own calculated game.
I wouldn' t just endure their schemes.
I would fight.
My foreknowledge was my ultimate weapon, and the game had just begun. 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.
The Underboss's Wife, Now His Queen
Hydro Therapy I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria.
But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity.
A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love.
My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me.
Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego.
He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press.
He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan.
He had no idea she was a fraud.
He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her.
He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate.
At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her.
I didn't beg. I didn't cry.
I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play. The Dons Forbidden Wife
Missese I was discarded the moment my husband gained power.
Divorced, Humiliated and left with nothing...while my mother lay dying.
Serena Black believed loyalty and sacrifice would be enough to secure her place beside Antonio Romano. Instead, she discovers she was only ever a stepping stone. He replaces her with a pregnant woman claiming to be the legendary Black family heiress and erases Serena from his life without mercy.
Broken and desperate, Serena's fall should have ended there.
Instead, it places her directly in the path of Dante Romano,the ruthless Don of the Romano Mafia empire, and the father of the man who destroyed her. Cold, powerful, and untouchable, Dante recognizes something no one else does: the scar on Serena's neck, and the truth it might hide.
A contract marriage binds them together.
Protection for obedience. Revenge for her name.
But as secrets surface and bloodlines are questioned, Serena realizes she may not be the powerless woman everyone believes her to be. And Dante finds himself risking his empire for a woman he was never meant to touch.
In a world ruled by violence and betrayal, one wrong choice could cost her life...
Or crown her the most dangerous queen the mafia has ever known.
Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don
Ebony Pete "You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
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Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down? The Abandoned Heiress Is A Secret Zillionaire
Zaccaria Linn Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin.
They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission.
One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything.
She hadn't wandered off as a child.
Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth.
They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen.
Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change.
He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction.
He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find.
The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest.
"Lock down my trust fund?"
She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance.
Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like. 
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