JANICE KELLEY
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When The Mafia Marriage Contract Expires
Mafia I married the ruthless mafia Don, Zane Falcone, at seventeen to pay off my father's blood debt.
For three years, I played the obedient wife, secretly hoping my childhood love would thaw his cold heart.
But on our third anniversary, he left me dining alone, openly flaunting his cartel heiress mistress to the entire underworld.
The final blow came when my father was dying in the hospital. I called Zane, begging for a car.
"I am in the middle of entertaining our southern allies, Aria. Stop being dramatic."
He hung up on me. Through the receiver, I could hear him dancing with his mistress.
By the time I rushed to the hospital, my father was already dead.
At the funeral, Zane abandoned me in the pouring rain to answer his mistress's phone call.
When he finally came home, he didn't offer condolences. Instead, he ordered me to pack his mistress's bags.
I handed him the divorce papers, telling him the debt was paid, but he tore them to shreds.
"Nobody leaves the Famiglia! You are mine until you are dead!"
Looking at his unhinged rage, a switch flipped inside my chest. I didn't understand why I had wasted my youth hoping to change a monster who saw me as nothing but a breathing contract.
The next morning, I grabbed my fake passport, snapped my SIM card in half, and disappeared. Pampered By The Ruthless Apex CEO
Modern Chloe woke up in an unfamiliar hotel suite, her veins burning with a chemical fire. Her gambling-addicted stepfather had drugged and sold her to a wealthy predator to cover his debts.
The buyer, Ethan Carlisle, expected a submissive toy. Instead, Chloe smashed a crystal lamp over his head, jumped out a third-floor window into the freezing rain, and threw herself directly in the path of a sleek black Maybach.
The man inside was Julian Carlisle, Ethan's ruthlessly cold billionaire cousin. He didn't save her out of pity; he took her purely to humiliate Ethan. Julian treated her like tainted property, forcing her into an ice-cold shower to wash off his cousin's "filth." He even nearly strangled her when she tried to bandage his injured hand. Desperate, Chloe stripped naked to prove she was completely untouched, negotiating a single chance to interview at his investment firm.
But the nightmare was far from over. Furious at losing his payout, her stepfather kidnapped her critically ill mother from the care facility.
"Three million dollars in three days, or accidents happen to her," he threatened.
Pushed to the absolute brink, Chloe realized she was surrounded by monsters who viewed her as nothing but a pawn to be sold, used, or broken.
She refused to die a victim. Dragging her bruised body to the Apex tower for her interview, Ethan cornered her in the stairwell, violently ripping her clothes. When Julian and his top executives suddenly opened the door, Chloe didn't cry for help. She looked the cold billionaire dead in the eye and weaponized his own corporate reputation against him, forcing him into a corner. She lowered herself, tried her best to seduce him, advancing step by step with calculated moves... Substitute Bride: Marrying The Hidden Lycan King
Fantasy I was the crippled joke of the Silver Ridge Pack, while my cousin Elara was the perfect future Luna.
When a seemingly weak rogue named Dravon arrived to claim Elara as his fated mate with a bouquet of withered flowers, she publicly humiliated and rejected him.
To save the pack's face, I stepped up and accepted his bond, becoming the ultimate laughingstock.
Elara tossed his wedding gift—those withered weeds—into a muddy animal trough.
Out of quiet defiance, I picked them out of the slop and ate the mud-stained petals.
But those weeds turned out to be mythical Blood Moonflowers, priceless treasures that triggered a violent, agonizing healing process in my cursed leg.
Seeing my pain, my terrified mother and the arrogant pack healer restrained my mate.
"Apply the silver dust salve," the healer declared proudly, ignoring Dravon's desperate warnings.
Silver was a death sentence for my dark magic curse.
I lay helpless on the cot, watching my own mother eagerly assist the man about to permanently destroy my leg.
Why was my family so blind? Why did they always choose to break me?
Just as the deadly silver paste was about to touch my skin, a terrifying, god-like pressure suddenly shattered the air in the tent.
My "weak" rogue mate's voice echoed directly in my mind.
"Close your eyes. Don't be afraid." Claimed By The Ruthless Billionaire Boss
Romance Tonight was supposed to be Cordelia's grand engagement party, the night she finally secured her future.
But an hour before the banquet, she received an anonymous video. Her fiancé was in the hotel's penthouse, tangled in the sheets with her stepsister. They had even paid off her trusted staff to keep her isolated.
Cordelia didn't shed a single tear. She walked onto the grand stage, hijacked the screens, and broadcasted their betrayal to hundreds of New York's elite. She tore up the multimillion-dollar prenup and threw the pieces in his face.
"The engagement is canceled. My legal team will seize your family's assets by tomorrow morning."
But instead of support, her own father violently grabbed her wrist, furious that she ruined their reputation. Her stepmother tried to slap her for the cameras, and her ex-fiancé threatened to completely destroy her career. Surrounded by the people who were supposed to be her family, she was treated like the villain.
Just as she was cornered, Justice Duncan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street, stepped out of the shadows.
He offered her absolute protection and capital, but only if she signed a five-year contract marriage to mother his four-year-old heir.
But when Cordelia finally met the little boy, her blood ran completely cold.
The boy was the exact baby she was told she had miscarried four years ago. And the billionaire handing her the marriage contract was the same stranger who had taken him. The Coldhearted Billionaire's Violent Possession
Billionaires I snuck into the Long Island estate’s private study, desperate to find my boyfriend, Channing, and beg him for the money to save my mother’s life.
But when I wrapped my arms around the man standing in the dark, I felt a body of cold, hard muscle that didn't belong to Channing.
The lights flickered on, and I found myself pinned against the window by Constantine Warner, the ruthless head of the empire who despised me more than anyone on earth.
He didn't pull away; he held me there, his gray eyes burning with a mix of razor-sharp disgust and a dark, violent hunger that terrified me to my core.
Outside the room, my boyfriend Channing walked in, but instead of defending me, he laughed at my humiliation just to please his powerful brother.
I was left with nothing—no money for my mother’s surgery, no dignity, and the haunting realization that the man who hated me most was the only one who truly saw me.
Why did Constantine look at me like I was his prey, and what happens when the parasite finally decides to bite back? My Rebirth: A Billionaire's Sweet Vow
Modern In my last life, my fiancé and stepsister stole my company and left me for dead.
Now, reborn, I have to watch it all happen again. At a lavish ball, Christian publicly humiliates me, flaunting his affair with my stepsister, Genevieve.
They think I'm the same weak woman who will crumble. Genevieve even steals the one proposal that could save my mother's legacy, texting me that I'll end up with nothing.
At a family dinner, Christian tries to force my hand, falsely announcing we're already married to secure his position.
He expects me to play along in front of the one man who could change everything: the legendary tech titan, Immanuel Romero.
But I refuse. When Christian grabs me in a rage, a powerful hand stops him.
Immanuel Romero steps between us, his voice like ice. "Never touch her again."
Then, he looks at the stunned room and makes an announcement that shatters their entire plan.
"Eliana is my fiancée." His Cold Revenge, A Hidden Love
Romance For three years, I made my husband, Kane Chandler's, life a living hell. The day my family went bankrupt, he became a billionaire and handed me divorce papers.
"My true love has returned," he said coldly. "I have no more use for you."
To save my desperate family, I was forced to accept his cruel offer: become his live-in mistress. I had to serve him and his perfect new girlfriend, Astrid, in the penthouse that was once my home, enduring his cold, calculated revenge every single day.
But then I stumbled upon a devastating secret. His "true love" Astrid was secretly plotting with his brother, Cade-the man I once adored-to destroy him from the inside.
Astrid begged me to steal a file from Kane's safe, claiming it was the only way to save him from blackmail. I agreed, ready to sacrifice myself to set him free. I never imagined this was the final move in a twisted, three-year-long test of love he had designed just for me. From Heiress to Hellbent
Romance I was the fiancée of Bryant Barnes, the cold heir to a tech empire. Our engagement was a dynastic merger, a picture-perfect lie splashed across magazines. But behind closed doors, our life was a bizarre war fought with money and public humiliation.
The war turned brutal when his mistress, Kalia, broke into our home with her friends and had me beaten, stomping on my hand until it broke.
I pressed charges, but when Bryant arrived at the police station, he took one look at my bruised face and walked past me to comfort a sobbing Kalia.
"Don't make a scene, Charlotte," he said, his voice laced with annoyance. He had them released without a second thought.
The final betrayal came when Kalia pulled me into a lake. I can't swim. Bryant dove in, swam right past me to save her, and turned his back as I sank beneath the water, leaving me to die.
A stranger pulled me out. In that moment, I finally understood. It wasn't that he was incapable of love; he was just incapable of loving me. For the one he loved, he would destroy anyone. For the one he didn't, he would leave her for dead.
The last embers of my foolish love turned to ash. Lying in my hospital bed, I took out my phone and called the one man who had ever shown me kindness.
"Jaden," I said, my voice steady. "I'm ready to burn it all to the ground." My House, My Revenge
Modern Six months after losing my husband, Mark, I was a ghost in my own life, scrolling through Instagram when a photo ripped me from my numbness.
It was Chloe' s account, a former intern I' d mentored, but the background-our living room.
My living room.
Only it wasn' t.
The minimalist haven I designed was desecrated by gaudy gold wallpaper, a hideous leopard-print sofa, and a cheap crystal chandelier.
Strangers laughed, red plastic cups in hand, in the space Mark and I built as a testament to our love.
The house, bleeding, was screaming.
Chloe was at its center, champagne flute in hand, her arm around David, Mark' s business partner.
My husband' s friend.
He smiled smugly, possessively, kissing her cheek.
The caption: "New beginnings in our new home! Out with the old, in with the new! #blessed #bosslife."
Our new home?
My blood ran cold.
My kitchen, painted garish pink.
My garden, a frat house with a hot tub and beer bottles.
They had taken my sanctuary, our legacy, and turned it into a mockery.
The rage arrived like a physical blow, a hot spike in my chest.
My hands shook, but my mind was terrifyingly clear.
I called David.
"What the hell are you and Chloe doing in my house?"
His slick, unbothered voice, punctuated by Chloe' s infuriating giggle, coolly informed me Mark had signed everything over to him.
It was his house now.
His company.
All perfectly legal.
"People do strange things when the end is near," he sneered, dismissing Mark as a mere business transaction.
He hung up, leaving me with the silence screaming in my ears.
Just a house.
It wasn' t just a house.
It was my life.
The last piece of Mark.
And they had taken it, desecrated it, and were laughing.
The grief that had fogged my world for six months burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.
They thought I was beaten, a grieving widow easily pushed aside.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
I am a brilliant architect.
I am meticulous.
I see the flaws in every design, the stress points in every structure.
And I designed that house.
They' d started a war.
I was going to finish it. Framed by My Best Friend
Modern My life was finally mending after the nightmare that shattered everything.
I was rebuilding my academic career, my family was recovering, and my fiancé, David, and I were slowly piecing our lives back together.
Then, a text message flashed across my phone, sending a shot of ice through my veins: a seemingly innocent invitation from my old friend, Kate, to a university exhibit preview.
My stomach clenched, remembering the chilling déjà vu.
Last time, that exact invitation led to a priceless historical artifact appearing in my bag, my academic dreams dissolving into dust.
It cost my parents their retirement savings, tarnished David’s promising career, and culminated with me bleeding out, left for dead in a desolate parking lot by a deranged fanatic.
I knew this was the trap again, meticulously set.
How could I possibly prove my innocence when the truth had failed me before?
But I wasn’t the naive victim I once was.
This time, I had a plan, born from the bitter ashes of my past.
I made a desperate, calculated choice: I got intentionally drunk and drove.
The flashing blue and red lights in my rearview mirror were a grim confirmation of my sacrifice, my pre-planned alibi.
They would arrest me, document my whereabouts, miles away and undeniably off-campus when the theft surely occurred.
This time, the system couldn't use me.
This time, I would fight back to expose the real mastermind, no matter the cost. When Love Becomes Torture
Modern My decorated PMC team leader wife, Sarah, asked the impossible: be a live target for her protégé Dylan's shooting qualification.
I agreed, suppressing my own combat medic skills and hidden past as my CIA father’s son, all for her, trusting she’d ensure safety with “non-lethal” rounds.
The instant the first bullet tore into my thigh, searing pain exploding through me, I knew Dylan had swapped live ammunition.
As he systematically shot me, shattering my hand and destroying my fertility, Sarah stood by, dismissing my screams as “dramatic” and her “savior” Dylan’s cruel acts as mere training.
She tightened my restraints, praised his accuracy, and accused my loyal teammate Maria of jealousy and faking when she tried to intervene, even after Dylan shot Maria too.
How could the woman I’d secretly saved, the hero firefighter who once rescued my sister and me, be so utterly blind and complicit in my torture, believing every poisonous lie from her manipulative golden boy?
Only when my sister Emily burst in, interrupting Dylan’s final kill shot, and security footage exposed his monstrous deception, did Sarah's delusion shatter.
But by then, I was already rebuilt, untethered from her, ready to finally choose myself.
I donated every cent Sarah left, facing her ultimate end with a profound, unburdened peace. Fiancé to Fiend, Sister to Slayer
Modern Locked away in a mental health center, my only window to the outside was a rickety tablet. I watched, hopeful, as my sister Chloe walked down the aisle, her smile a burst of sunlight on her wedding day.
But the joyful scene shattered in an instant. A woman, face grotesquely scarred, shrieked venomous accusations about Chloe ruining her life. Without a word of defense, her fiancé Mark, twisted with rage, slapped Chloe across the face, declared her "poison," and had her violently dragged away to a sinister "farm" for "purification." The livestream cut out, leaving me in stunned silence.
Then came Mom’s call, her voice a thin, broken wire: Chloe was gone. Dead. An "accident" at that farm, they said, left without medical help. When Mom tried to get answers, Mark’s men beat her and threw her out. My sister, the kindest soul, was brutally taken from us.
Chloe, gone due to such callous cruelty and calculated neglect? The unbearable injustice, the suffocating grief, sparked a suppressed fury I’d carried for years. They called me dangerous, diagnosed me with an explosive disorder, and for years, I'd fought it. But now, that dark fire felt like the only truth.
No longer fighting my demons, I unleashed them. In a cold, calculated move, I forced my way out of that institution, leaving chaos in my wake. The cool Oregon air hit my face, carrying the scent of impending rain and undeniable revenge. My sister deserved justice, and I was going to deliver it, no matter the cost. 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 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. Jilted Fiancée? No, The Billionaire Heiress!
Luo Xi I hid my identity as the heiress of a top-tier wealthy family just to build a normal, quiet life with my fiancé, Jefferey.
We had just picked out our dream villa, but a sudden bank notification shattered my illusion.
The entire $7.8 million from our joint trust fund had been wired to a woman named Jessie Barr.
When I hacked into his synced tablet, the truth hit me like a truck. Jessie wasn't just a stranger; she was his secret lover.
They even had a four-year-old son who shared Jefferey's exact eyes.
"The money is in your account. Our future is secure now. I'll leave her soon."
Reading his messages to her, I realized my three years of devotion were nothing but a long con.
I was just the final "project" he needed to fund his real family.
He used my resources, my connections, and my money to build a life in the shadows with his true love, treating me like a naive piggy bank he could discard at any moment.
I had given up my absolute power for a man who fed me nothing but lies.
But Jefferey forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just some helpless woman he could ruin.
I calmly closed my laptop and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Mom, I was wrong. I'm ready to accept the Romero family's marriage alliance."
It was time to gut his company and take everything he owned. He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge
Xia Qingnuan 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. The Discarded Wife Is A Mafia Queen
Shore Tour I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire.
On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own.
"Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy."
My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry.
He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance.
I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever.
Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network.
The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun. My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry
Oye's Pen "You've been in denial for so long, Addison." His voice was husky and heavy with lust. "Do you really want me to stop?"
I could not bring myself to say no. My best friend's stepdad was like the devil, making me find so much pleasure in sin.
"You can't even say no," he chuckled, letting go of my hand finally. They moved to my face and he stared into my eyes, while his other hand still worked wonders between my legs.
"Don't make me do this," I finally said, moaning the words out. "Please."
"Tell me to stop one more time and I will," he mumbled.
"Please, st-" I didn't complete my words because he captured my lips with his.
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Addison Rodriguez never expected to feel any sexual tension or fall in love with her best friend's stepdad. As she surrenders to the sexual tension, her loyalty to her best friend wavers, especially when she finds out that he is secretly a Mafia Lord trying to hide in plain sight and that her best friend's life is in danger, her loyalty is tested even further. Would she reveal his secret to protect her best friend, or keep it to protect her love?
The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
Breeze 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. 
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