Karyelle Kuhn
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He Faked Amnesia To Abandon His Wife
Mafia The neurosurgeon looked at me with pity, delivering a diagnosis that severed seven years of devotion in a heartbeat.
According to the scans, my husband, Dante Rizzoli, remembered how to strip a Glock blindfolded and launder millions.
He just didn't remember loving me.
Overnight, I went from being the cherished Mafia Princess to an unwanted stranger in my own penthouse.
While I filled our home with his favorite lilies trying to spark a memory, Dante brought home Gia.
She was loud, tacky, and draped over him like a cheap suit. The Capo had forgotten his wife, but he seemed to remember his lust perfectly fine.
I swallowed the humiliation, clinging to the hope of his recovery, until I stood outside his office door with a tray of espresso.
I heard his dark, amused laugh rumbling through the wood.
"The amnesia is the most useful card I've ever played," Dante told his soldier.
"It buys me time to enjoy Gia without the family breathing down my neck. Elena is a boring, safe relic. I need fire, not a porcelain doll."
My heart didn't race. It stopped.
The medical anomaly was a lie. He hadn't forgotten me; he was just done with me.
I set the tray down silently. I wasn't going to wait for him to remember anymore.
I walked out of the penthouse and dialed a number I hadn't used in years.
"Get the new ID ready," I whispered into the phone.
"Elena Vitiello dies tonight. Livia Moretti leaves at dawn." Jilted At City Hall, Married A Zillionaire
Modern I stood in front of New York City Hall in my vintage lace wedding dress, my heart pounding with a nervous joy. I was minutes away from marrying Bradford Sterling, a move I thought would finally help me reclaim my mother’s legacy from my family’s crumbling empire.
But as I reached for his arm, he flinched. A black Lincoln Navigator screeched to the curb, and his mother, Victoria, stepped out, slamming a restructuring document against his chest. She didn't even look at me as she delivered the killing blow: my sister, Eden, had just seized every cent of my voting rights and family trust.
"Marrying her is a net negative yield," Victoria said coldly. Bradford didn't fight for me; he didn't even blink. He simply pushed my hand away and adjusted his tie as if I were a junk bond he was ready to offload. Seconds later, my sister Eden arrived in a red Ferrari, wearing her own bridal gown, and stepped into my place by his side.
I was standing on the pavement, humiliated in front of a crowd, while the man I loved for three years treated me like a failed transaction. My sister laughed in my face, calling me a "liability" while she stole my wedding and my life. The grief was instant, but the rage that followed was a white-hot rupture in my chest.
I didn't just walk away; I slapped the life out of Bradford and dove into the first black SUV I saw, desperate to escape. I didn't check the plates, and I didn't see the man in the wheelchair sitting in the shadows of the backseat.
I had just "carjacked" Jefferson Montgomery, the most dangerous billionaire in the city. To save him from a parole violation during a sudden police raid, I agreed to a fake marriage that very night. They wanted to treat me like a negative asset? Fine. They have no idea that they just handed a world-class hacker the keys to the Montgomery fortune, and I’m going to liquidate them all. No Turning Back, Ethan
Romance The scent of lemon cleaner usually filled our home, a fresh reminder of the life my husband Ethan and I built.
But returning from my architecture conference, I was hit by Chloe' s cloying perfume, a scent that tasted like a premonition.
I found my best friend Chloe on my sofa, eyes red, trembling as she confessed: "I slept with Ethan… on your wedding night. And Ava… I' m pregnant."
Then came the weapon-a positive pregnancy test and a deepfake video, my face superimposed on hers, titled "homewrecker" by an online mob.
My world shattered as Ethan walked in, rushing to Chloe, shielding her with promises of protection, his eyes cold when they met mine.
He chose her, the baby that wasn' t mine, and watched as a rock shattered our window, screams of "homewrecker" filling the air.
I ran, but they caught me, fists and feet raining down, Ethan' s voice shouting Chloe' s name, not mine, as I blacked out.
Waking in a hospital, bruised and broken, I instinctively went home, only to find Ethan feeding Chloe grapes, treating her like royalty.
He dismissed my injuries, stating coolly, "You' re a private person, you can recover. Chloe' s reputation was on the line; this would have destroyed her."
The man I loved saw me as a calculable loss, my safety less valuable than an influencer' s social media career.
The audacity of his request that I accept his pregnant mistress into our home for the "baby' s sake" made my blood run cold.
He even used the unborn child as a weapon against me, threatening my guilt if anything happened to it.
But the anger, the ultimate betrayal, ignited something in me, a cold, clear certainty.
I zipped my suitcase shut, the sound a definitive end.
"Get out of my way, Ethan," I demanded, no longer pleading, no longer afraid.
He stood stunned, his manipulation failing.
"I' m leaving this house. And I am never, ever coming back." When Love Dies, Fury Awakens
Billionaires My life was a perfectly curated symphony, a testament to my hard work. From my luxurious hotel in Napa, overlooking rolling green hills, I believed my children, Leo and Mia, were thriving, showered with everything money could buy.
Then a tiny, discordant note shattered the illusion: a seemingly insignificant $85.50 charge from a pawn shop. Before I could process the unsettling anomaly, my phone rang. Sarah Jenkins from Child and Family Services. Anonymous report. My children.
The world tilted again as a fraud alert flashed on my screen, locking Mark' s account – the bottomless well funding their lives. The house was dark, silent, too quiet. I found my confident son, Leo, thin and bruised, and my vibrant Mia, dull-eyed and bearing circular bruises, clinging to a faded t-shirt.
Through their broken whispers, the horrific truth spilled out: Mark had been selling their possessions, spending my money on his new girlfriend, Karen, and her daughter, Jessica. He' d hurt them, physically and emotionally.
How could the man I trusted with my most precious treasures become this monster? What kind of depraved mind preys on children, especially his own, for profit and pleasure?
A cold, hard resolve solidified in my chest. This ends now. He had stolen their childhood, their safety, their trust. He would pay. I grabbed my phone, and with three taps, cut off his lifeline, ready for war. The Sisters' Evil Boyfriends
Billionaires Five years. Five years I' d spent in that gilded cage, paying for my father' s sins, trembling under the cold gaze of Arthur Blackwood.
He liked me broken, delighted in my anxiety, while his brother, Ethan, used my mute sister, Daisy, as a silent stand-in for his dead lover.
The breaking point shattered with the ceramic cat, a symbol of everything I' d lost, everything they' d taken.
I tried to leave, to finally escape the mansion and the men who called themselves family, only to be dragged back, the cold steel of a knife at my throat.
They thought I was helpless, a victim easily silenced, but they underestimated a desperate woman' s fury, a sister' s love, and the truth hidden deep within their own family' s dark past. The Rolex & The Ruin: My Family's Greed
Modern Divorced and a multi-millionaire, I finally packed my bags and left Silicon Valley behind.
All I wanted was to return to my hometown in Ohio, reconnect with my blue-collar family, and embrace a simple, honest life, especially with my sister-in-law expecting.
But when I arrived, their embrace was anything but warm.
To test their loyalty, I lied, claiming I was broke, expecting sympathy.
Instead, my brother raged that they were "counting on my payout," and my pregnant sister-in-law, wearing the expensive Rolex I gifted her, sneered, demanding I pay rent to live in the very house I bought and owned.
The betrayal escalated. They claimed my master bedroom, threw out my belongings, and openly mocked my alleged financial ruin. My mother and stepfather, whom I' d supported for years, stood by, silently endorsing the cruelty.
My stepfather even tearfully confessed he'd put my house in my brother's name to secure his marriage, then tried to manipulate me with a fabricated story about paying for my college.
How could my own family turn on me like this? Why were they so filled with greed and contempt? What hidden resentments festered beneath their supposed love?
When I finally ripped off the mask of poverty and exposed my true wealth and ownership, their carefully constructed lies shattered.
But the shocking truth about their betrayal was nothing compared to the dark secret I was about to uncover, a secret buried for two decades that connected them directly to my father' s mysterious death and a chilling attempt on my own life. His Political Asset, Her Perfect Revenge
Romance It started as our eighth wedding anniversary, a day I used to circle with a red heart, but this year the circle was empty.
I baked Andrew, my rising City Councilman husband, his favorite chocolate lava cake, hoping to surprise him at his "late-night strategy session."
Instead, I found him at a high-end steakhouse, clinking glasses with his sycophantic aides and his 21-year-old intern, Madisyn, practically glued to his side.
Hiding behind a pillar, I heard him laugh and call me his "perfect political asset," a "boring sedan" he was "stuck" with, admitting he "can' t even stand to touch her anymore."
The words hit me harder than any physical blow, crushing eight years of foolish hope and love.
Andrew returned the next day, reeking of Madisyn' s perfume, offering fake apologies and a lavish trip, still lying even as her texts buzzed relentlessly on his phone.
The next shock came at a clinic where I' d gone to confirm I wasn't pregnant; I overheard Andrew coldly demanding Madisyn get an abortion, threatening to ruin her life if she didn't-all to protect his career and public image.
I knew he was selfish, but this was monstrous; he' d destroy anyone, even his own child, for personal gain.
That's when I decided I would burn it all down.
The game changed when Madisyn, pregnant again, brazenly texted me taunts and ultrasound photos, claiming Andrew was moving her into a luxury condo near me.
She celebrated my broken marriage, boasting Andrew found me "old and dried up," but she had no idea who she was truly up against.
I calmly sent her the recording of Andrew coercing her into an abortion, and her frantic pleas instantly confirmed her terror.
The polite wife who endured humiliation was gone; I was ready to use every weapon at my disposal.
I left the luxurious life, packing a single suitcase, leaving divorce papers on his desk, and booking a one-way flight to Rome-ready to start over.
Andrew' s desperate phone calls to "fix things" were met with my chilling truth: "The problem is you."
He tried to trap me by withdrawing the divorce papers, but with one furious kick to his groin, I made my intentions clear.
That night, utilizing his mother' s desperate desire for an heir, I forged a medical report stating I was barren and anonymously sent it to her.
She immediately forced Andrew to sign the divorce papers himself, ironically ending his own quest for a legacy.
At his lawyer's office, Andrew pleaded for me back, still blind, clinging to the naive idea it was just about another woman.
With a final, devastating blow, I handed him his true fertility report, revealing his low sperm count and the tragic irony: he had forced Madisyn to terminate what was likely his only chance at a biological child, the heir he so desperately wanted.
Watching him crumble, finally understanding his self-inflicted destruction, I knew I was truly free. He Stole My Money, I Stole His Regret
Romance I poured five years, every dollar I earned as a graphic designer, into funding Ethan' s dream, believing our life was building towards a future, a marriage he promised me.
But then I found the bank statement: $20,000, my life' s savings for my own studio, gone from our joint account, spent on a "spiritual connection" weekend for him and his wellness guru, Sabrina.
As their social media bliss exploded, I became the publicly jilted woman, scorned by his mother, taunted by Sabrina, and ultimately, deliberately used as a human shield by Ethan when Sabrina' s past caught up to her.
He then stole my work computer, my remaining cash, and escalated his cruelty by drugging me and arranging for a homeless man to enter my room, attempting to utterly destroy me.
Broken, penniless, and fleeing a literal nightmare, I had one desperate, unexpected option: a childhood friend from Montana, Andrew Scott, whose quiet voice on the phone asked, "Maria, is everything okay?" The Man She Forgot To See
Romance I gave her everything for five years – my love, my devotion, my entire life.
I meticulously planned our engagement party, hoping it would finally make her see me, truly see me.
Instead, at that very party, she publicly humiliated me, calling me her "charity case" and her "lapdog," then abandoned me to rush to another man's side.
As her car disappeared, a cold, synthetic voice in my mind announced "Objective Failure," initiating a memory wipe sequence.
I was forced to watch a live feed of her tenderly caring for him, realizing she' d never once shown me such warmth, before five years of my life and every emotion tied to her dissolved into pure white noise.
I woke up in a hospital, five years of memory a blank, the woman whose name was the only emergency contact treating me with utter contempt.
Sent back to her ranch, I found a journal detailing her casual cruelty, her abuse, and my desperate, unrequited love for a stranger.
How could I have been so blind, so pathetic, so completely devoted to someone who treated me like a disposable toy?
Leaving her behind, I started a new life, finally free from the shadow of a love I no longer remembered, yet whose documented pain was undeniably mine. A Second Life, A Fiercer Love
Romance The gavel fell, sealing my fate as a spectacle on a hidden auction stage in New Orleans.
My once-great family, the Sinclairs, was bankrupt, and my parents had sold me.
Just hours before, my fiancé, Liam Vanderbilt, had broken our engagement, his handsome face a mask of pity as he declared a Vanderbilt couldn't be associated with disgrace.
Now, I was a piece of property, and the man who bid for me was Jax Devereaux, my lifelong rival.
In my first life, I spat at him, screaming I'd rather die than be his charity case.
I still believed Liam would save me.
I was a fool.
My rejection humiliated Jax, and a man named Julian Croft bought me instead.
He was a monster, putting a diamond choker around my neck, and my life became a living hell.
When Liam saw me later, he laughed, calling me "high-class trash."
I learned Jax died trying to save me-the woman who publicly shamed him.
The abuse, the betrayal, Jax' s sacrifice… it was too much.
I found a way to end it all.
Then I woke up, back on that stage, the auctioneer's voice booming: "Jax Devereaux bids one million dollars. Going once…"
This time, I didn't hesitate.
"I accept."
My voice was quiet but clear, cutting through the silence.
Jax, typically arrogant, was utterly speechless.
He had expected a fight, a scene, another public rejection.
He didn't get one.
Instead, he got me, and I kissed him, hard and desperate-a silent 'thank you,' 'I'm sorry,' and 'please, don't let Julian get me.'
But Julian Croft, the monster from my past, was already banging on Jax's penthouse door, screaming that I was his property.
My body trembled, the memories of torture flooding back.
How could I escape him again, now that he knew where I was?
And what was Julian' s real connection to this horrifying human trafficking ring? The Lawyer Who Disappeared
Romance My life was a gilded cage, bought and paid for.
Ethan Vance, the man who saved my mother's life, owned me.
I was his successful lawyer, his beautiful lover, his "investment."
Then, his college sweetheart, Chloe Davenport, returned to New York.
The termination letter came first, cold and impersonal, followed by public displays of their rekindled romance.
Just like that, I was disposable.
The harassment began subtly, then spiraled.
Chloe's best friend, Brittany, smeared my name online, then ambushed me, photos flashing, leaving me bruised and broken.
Ethan visited me in the hospital, not concerned for me, but worried about Chloe's reputation, ordering me not to press charges.
He told me I was still his possession, that our "arrangement" meant eternal servitude.
He thought he owned my life.
But I was done submitting.
So, I began to plot my escape.
My mysterious illness wasn't a sickness; it was a strategy.
I repaid my debt, cutting the financial cord, and meticulously planned my dramatic disappearance, ensuring his perfect proposal unveiling would be ruined, leaving him with an unforgettable loss. 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. 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." 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?
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. 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 Mafia's Forgotten Obsession
Sophie Abou "Don't die on me, Tom, I can't lose you for the second time. It will ruin me." Vivienne said desperately, holding his sweaty face in her hands.
Tom hid his pain and smiled up at her. "There are too many filthy fantasies of you and I in my head that I'm yet to carry out. I won't forgive myself if I die, Vee."
She couldn't look away...
~
For Eight years, Vivienne lost her light after the death of her teenage lover, Tristan Bennett. Forced to engage his cruel stepbrother based on based on family's agreement, she made the decision to flee on their wedding day.
Now, hidden in a city where no one knows her name, she sort for a new job only for her to discover that her new billionaire boss was her lover who died eight years ago.
He doesn't remember her. He bears another name. And he has another woman now? Not any ordinary woman-A dangerous mafia lord's daughter who happens to be obsessed with him.
But Tristan, now known as Tom in his new mafia world wants to bail out, and he needs a contract marriage with a new woman to leave his obsessive girlfriend. Vivienne agreed to the marriage contract with every intention to help him get back his past memories.
But what happens when all circumstances surrounding them threatens to sabotage her efforts? Tom's cruel stepbrother who wanted Vivienne than breath itself-His Mafia boss, and his obsessive girlfriend.
Vivienne must risk danger and death to be with her lover again.
But some problems are far too complicated with many secrets to solve, and Vivienne is about to find out.
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