Ola Wilde
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The Unwanted Wife He Broke In Rain
Mafia My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, forced me to kneel in the freezing mud to apologize to his mistress.
He believed her fake tears over my dignity.
While the icy rain soaked through my dress, a sharp, jagged cramp seized my body. I screamed for him, begging for help as I felt the life slipping out of me.
But Dante didn't move. He just lit a cigarette, his eyes cold as steel.
"Get up when you are ready to learn respect," he said.
He walked inside with her, locking the door and leaving me to bleed out in the storm.
I lost the baby that night. The doctors told me the damage was permanent—I was barren.
I thought that was the bottom, but I was wrong. When I returned to the estate, a ghost in my own home, he threw me into a flooded cellar full of rats because Elena accused me of poisoning her son.
He tortured me for days to protect a child that wasn't even his.
That was the moment the love died.
So, while he was away on business, I didn't just pack a bag. I executed a plan three years in the making.
I vanished.
But before I disappeared, I left him a gift on his desk. A USB drive containing the security footage of Elena’s lies, the medical report of the miscarriage he caused, and a paternity test proving he had destroyed his true family for a stranger's bastard.
By the time he fell to his knees screaming my name, I was already gone. Shattered Legacy: A Woman Reborn
Fantasy In the hidden hollows of the Appalachians, my family knew a secret: a spark of life, a whisper of old magic in our blood that could make the barren fruitful. It was just folklore until Eleanor Montgomery arrived, her son Ethan, heir to a sprawling industrial empire, dying. Desperate, my family agreed: I, Sarah-Mae Jenkins, would marry Ethan, save him, and secure our future.
My "gift" worked. I conceived twins, and Ethan recovered, vibrant and strong. But on the day our healthy babies were born, he stood over me, cruel and triumphant, and smothered them. "Mountain trash," he spat, then sealed me alive in their cold family crypt.
To erase all trace, Montgomery Industries orchestrated a chemical spill, annihilating my entire valley, my home, my people. Every hope, every life, gone. Everything I had, destroyed.
Why such monstrous cruelty for a boy' s twisted obsession? Why was my very essence, my gift of life, deemed a curse worthy of such utter annihilation? The pain was a living thing, consuming me.
Then, darkness. Then, light. I gasped awake in my own bed, back in the small cabin, on the very day Eleanor Montgomery' s black car would wind its way up our mountain road. This time, there would be no bargain. This time, Sarah-Mae Jenkins was reborn for one purpose: revenge. Beyond Redemption: A Mother's Fury
Modern The sunlight hit my face, bright and familiar. The scent of Mark' s pancakes drifted upstairs, and I could already picture Emily' s excited squeal. It was going to be a big day, a theme park adventure. A perfect family morning.
But then the memory hit me like a sledgehammer. This wasn' t just a morning; it was that morning. The day Emily died.
Last time, my husband Mark and his mistress Chloe had dismissed my daughter Emily' s sudden illness as "faking it." They wanted their perfect weekend. They waited too long. Peanuts. An allergic reaction. My sweet girl died because they prioritized their illicit affair over her life.
My heart hammered, a drumbeat of terror and rage. It wasn' t a nightmare. It was real. Again. How could fate be this cruel, this twisted, giving me this tormenting déjà vu? But a cold, steely certainty settled over me: not this time. Not ever again.
I flung back the covers, hands shaking, but my resolve was iron-hard. I had been given a surreal, terrifying second chance. Emily would live. And as for Mark and Chloe? They would learn that a mother' s fury, born from unimaginable loss, would make them wish they' d never seen this day. This was a new game, and I was playing to win. Marrying My Math Tutor: A Decade In The Making
Romance "I do." The words sealed my fate.
My wedding day, finally, after years of wanting this quiet happiness with Andrew.
But then, the doors burst open, and Ryan Clark, my childhood friend, my first love, strode down the aisle.
"Gabrielle, don't do this! You can't marry him, it's always been me!" he declared, grabbing my hand amidst gasps from the guests.
I let him pull me away, past the shocked faces of friends and family, and out of the venue.
Once outside, the mask dropped. His cruel laughter echoed, "She actually did it! She ditched her own wedding for me!"
That's when I heard it, the words that shattered my world like ice: "One hundred bucks. I honestly thought she'd finally grown a spine."
It was all a bet, a calculated humiliation, a performance designed to prove I was his pathetic puppet. He just laughed and told me to go back inside, "If he'll even have you."
How could someone I loved so deeply be so utterly heartless, so devoid of real emotion? Was my entire life with him a lie, a cruel joke for his twisted amusement?
But then, as I walked back, a loud POP, confetti, and Andrew's warm smile awaited me, ready to begin our future. Little did Ryan know, he wasn't crashing my wedding; he was performing an act in my meticulously planned revenge, a performance that would expose his monstrosity and free me for good. When Love Became A Weapon
Modern I sat in the front row of the theater, my hand in my fiancé' s, waiting for the premiere of the true-crime podcast he' d been consulting on.
But when the host' s voice filled the room, it wasn' t telling the story of how I survived a brutal kidnapping-it was accusing me of faking it for attention.
And the "anonymous source" who provided my private therapy tapes was the man sitting right next to me.
Dr. Erik Nichols wasn't just the psychiatrist who "saved" me; he was the mole who handed my darkest traumas to his ex-girlfriend for a viral hit.
On stage, they played my weeping confessions, edited to sound like manipulation.
The audience turned on me, jeering at the "Girl Who Cried Wolf."
Erik grabbed my arm, whispering that this public humiliation was just "exposure therapy" for my own good.
I was drowning in panic until a booming voice cut through the crowd.
"Let her go."
FBI Agent Ewing Oconnor, the man who actually found me in that cabin years ago, stepped onto the stage with his badge raised.
He didn't just rescue me from the mob; he handed me the weapon to fight back.
Now, I' m not just the survivor.
I' m the plaintiff, and I' m coming for everything they have. Lethal Captivation: You Can Never Escape
Modern Two years ago, Chloe witnessed a brutal mafia execution in a desolate Vegas alley. To survive, she pretended to be legally blind, clinging to the ruthless mafia boss's leg and crying for her "Uncle" to take her home.
She thought her pathetic acting had fooled the grim reaper. But two years later, her best friend was violently kidnapped, and Chloe was blackmailed into wearing a revealing velvet uniform to serve drinks in a deadly VIP suite.
Trembling on the floor, she knelt to pour the whiskey, only to lock eyes with the exact same mafia boss, Axel Stone. He recognized his "blind" little rabbit instantly. When a rival gang leader tried to slap Chloe for spilling a drink, Axel effortlessly caught the man's wrist, nearly breaking it. His pitch-black eyes swept over the fresh bruises on her collarbone, radiating a lethal, territorial fury before he coldly claimed her as his own.
Terrified, Chloe fled to a cramped apartment and forged an HIV-positive medical report. She didn't understand why this billionaire predator was so obsessed with a random, helpless college girl. She shoved the fake report against his chest, screaming that she was dirty and infected, desperately waiting for the disgust that would finally set her free.
Instead, Axel let out a dark, suppressed laugh and pinned her hard against the mattress, his kiss brutal and punishing.
"Even if you are rotting from the inside out, you are mine. If you are going to die, I will go to hell with you."
The running game was over, and her true nightmare had just begun. The Divorced Heiress Takes The Crown
Romance On our fourth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect home-cooked dinner for my husband, Carlisle.
But the moment he walked in, he threw a marital settlement agreement right onto the table.
"Sign it. Celine is back. There's no place for you here anymore."
His mother and sister immediately marched in to supervise my packing, calling me a barren gold-digger and trying to smash my late mother's only keepsake.
I signed the papers and walked out into the freezing night, thinking the nightmare was finally over.
But the next day, a heavily edited video of a childhood friend helping me into his car went viral online.
Carlisle's PR team released a public statement branding me a cheating wife, completely destroying my reputation.
He let the world tear me apart, using my ruined name to play the victim and justify bringing his first love home.
I had sacrificed my own dreams and endured his family's endless abuse for four years, only to be discarded like trash and framed for the exact emotional cheating he had been doing all along.
Watching the vile comments flood my screen, my heartbreak hardened into pure, unbreakable ice.
I calmly picked up my phone and dialed my father's number.
"Dad, it's time. I want to come home and take over Mcneil Industries." The Phantom CEO's Runaway Contract Lover
Billionaires My father stole my mother's legacy and forced me into an engagement with Arley Simmons to secure a financial lifeline for his company. I became a mere bargaining chip, a tragic heiress sold to the highest bidder.
Now, Arley was back from his year-long "business trip." But his mistress, my former best friend Kenia, texted me a photo flaunting a multi-million dollar sapphire necklace he had just bought her.
"I heard Arley's back tomorrow. So happy for you both."
It was a blatant declaration of war. Yet, the Simmons family didn't care about my humiliation. They demanded I play the doting fiancée to secure a crucial partnership with the elusive billionaire, Algernon McCarthy. They forced me to move into Arley's penthouse, and his mother ordered us to produce an heir immediately to silence the scandal. Arley even came home drunk, trying to force himself on me to do his "duty."
They all thought I was just their puppet. They expected me to swallow the pain, hide in the shadows, and let my silent misery curdle while they built their empire on my broken life.
But the old Hope was dead. I terminated the contract with the secret escort I had hired for the past year, ready to clean house and burn the Simmons family to the ground.
What I didn't know was that the escort I had just thrown away like trash was the very billionaire god my enemies were desperately praying to. The Mute Wife's Secret Genius Comeback
Modern For three years, I've played the role of the broken, mute trophy wife to the "Ice King" Heinrich Lloyd. While the world sees me as a fragile liability, I've been building a cage of silence to keep the monsters out, hiding my true identity as a high-level dark web hacker known as Ghost.
The cage shattered when my mother-in-law cornered me at a private clinic and demanded I sign away my future. She didn't want my cooperation; she wanted my replacement. She introduced Aria, a ruthless socialite, as the "better vessel" who would carry my husband's child because my own womb was deemed "hostile."
To ensure I wouldn't fight back, they shoved a fake psychiatric report across the table, threatening me with a permanent sanitarium stay and a forced conservatorship if I didn't relinquish my parental rights and my marriage. When I fled in a panic, Heinrich didn't offer comfort; he caught me at a bar, dragged me home like misbehaving property, and told me to stop being an embarrassment.
Now, the nightmare has followed me to my secret day job. Aria walked into my office as a "consultant," leaning in to whisper that she could smell my fear through my cheap clothes and fake glasses. She thinks I'm a cornered rat, a woman so pathetic she can't even find the voice to scream for help.
I stared at her, my fingers clutching the micro-recorder hidden in my pearls. They have no idea that the "mute" wife they despise has already mapped out every dirty transaction in their offshore accounts and discovered the massive gambling debts Aria is trying to hide.
I felt a searing rage in my chest, a fire that had been smoldering for three years. They think they've trapped a bird, but they've actually locked themselves in with a ghost. I'm done hiding behind a tremor in my hands and a vacant stare.
"Sign it," Gerri had commanded back at the clinic. "This is a notification, not a negotiation."
She was right about one thing. It isn't a negotiation anymore. It's a declaration of war, and I'm going to burn their entire legacy to the ground. His Regret, My Unbought Freedom
Modern My husband left me to die in a fire, choosing to save his mistress while I lost our baby in the flames.
But my suffering had only just begun. He and his lover then tried to poison me, swapping my life-saving medication for tranquilizers.
When that didn't work, he orchestrated a car crash that shattered my legs, leaving me crippled and helpless.
His final act of cruelty was on his yacht. He watched as his mistress framed me, then locked me in a room with a group of thugs who left me for dead.
I threw myself into the ocean that night, choosing the cold, dark water over the monsters on that boat.
I survived. I rebuilt my life, found a man who cherished my broken pieces, and was about to get married.
Then, August crashed my engagement party. He told me he'd destroyed his mistress and was giving me his entire fortune. He thought he could buy his way back into my life.
He was about to learn that some things can't be fixed with money. The Monster Who Saved Me
Romance For twenty years, I, Sarah Miller, played the perfect adoptive daughter, quiet and grateful, believing it was enough to earn their love.
Then Chloe, their biological daughter, returned from abroad, and my carefully constructed world began to shatter.
First, they pressured me to sign away the inheritance my grandmother left me, claiming Chloe "needed a strong start."
Then, my fiancé, Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in three months, abandoned me, confessing "Chloe needs me."
The ultimate betrayal came when my adoptive parents commanded me to marry Ethan Blackwood-a recluse rumored to be disfigured, disabled, and monstrous-to secure a business deal they refused their precious Chloe.
I became a tool, a spare part to be used and discarded, my purpose reduced to being sacrificed for their real daughter.
But what they saw as my defeat was merely the beginning.
I walked into that arranged marriage to a supposed monster, ready to lose everything, without realizing I was about to gain more than I ever imagined. Blinded Bride, Vengeful Heart
Horror The world was a blur, then nothing.
I woke up to blinding darkness and a chemical stench, my eyes replaced by thick bandages.
Panic set in fast.
Then, Liam, my fiancé, was there, his voice a balm.
"What happened? Our wedding is tomorrow."
He soothed me, but a cold dread seeped in. I was blind.
I overheard Liam' s hushed, chilling conversation.
He told the doctor, "Ashley Green… The donation is coming from Chloe. It's a perfect match."
My blood ran cold. They wanted my eyes, while I was alive.
Then, the final blow. "I want her uterus removed."
The man I was to marry was systematically carving me up for his true love, my protégé, Ashley.
They thought me a broken thing.
They were wrong.
They had given me a new reason to live.
Revenge.
I would play the part of the devoted, broken fiancée.
And I would make them pay for everything.
My family, the powerful Davis clan, had no idea what had become of their secretly wealthy daughter.
Little did Liam know, he was inviting my eldest brother, Ethan Davis, to officiate our wedding.
My undoing would become their demise. The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal
Romance It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage."
For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart.
My final act was an escape.
But death brought no peace.
Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body.
I waited for shock, for panic.
Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face.
He didn't rush to my side; he laughed.
A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face.
My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge.
From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance.
I died thinking this was his ultimate victory.
But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted.
I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me.
A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie?
What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all?
I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved.
He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment.
It was just the beginning.
And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction. The Price of His Lies: Her Unshakeable Peace
Romance I was blinded by love, pouring every spare cent and endless late nights into his dreams, even passing on a scholarship to stay by his side.
Graduation day was meant to be my triumph, valedictorian honors awaiting, my future with Ethan stretching bright before us.
But instead, the Dean's grave voice announced an accusation of academic fraud, and my name was tragically linked with Chloe' s, Ethan' s 'childhood friend,' who feigned innocence.
"It was mine," Chloe sobbed, loud enough for the microphone, "Sarah stole my work."
Then, the man I loved, my everything, stepped forward, not for me, but to embrace her, publicly declaring his belief in Chloe' s lies, accusing me of bullying.
My world didn't just crumble; it turned to dust.
My diploma was instantly withheld, my honors stripped, and my future, painstakingly built, evaporated into thin air.
Every eye in that auditorium judged me, condemned me, while the man who once swore to build an empire with me watched my humiliation, his face a mask of cold righteousness.
How could the man who promised eternal love betray me so easily, abandoning me to public ruin for a fabricated story?
The searing pain of that injustice fueled every step as I fled, leaving behind my shattered past.
Five years later, I returned to a college reunion, a woman transformed, only to find Ethan on one knee, holding a diamond, naively believing he could reclaim the girl whose life he ruthlessly destroyed. My Mother, My Attacker
Young Adult My NFL dream was within reach, a scholarship to A&M, a future as a star quarterback.
Life felt perfect under the Friday night lights.
Then, one night, after a showcase game, I was dragged behind the bleachers.
Blinding pain ripped through me, a sound like splintering wood from my throwing arm, then blackness.
I woke up in the hospital, my body broken.
But the true nightmare began when I overheard my mom and sister, supposedly my heartbroken family, plotting.
They had hired the thugs who attacked me.
It was all to "slow me down," to "clear the path" for my half-brother, Caleb.
They wanted me to miss the combine, to make sure Caleb got his shot.
My own mother engineered my brutal assault.
Caleb even came to my hospital room and staged a pathetic fake attack, making me look like the monster.
The perfect family, the supportive mother, the caring sister—all a grotesque, suffocating lie.
My entire future, my identity, shattered by the very people who claimed to love me.
How could they do this?
Lying there, crippled and utterly betrayed, a desperate memory resurfaced: a crumpled note from my deceased father, a number for a grandfather, an oil baron I’d never met.
With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone.
It was my only hope. The Vengeful Goddess Returns
History After being harmed, my soul left my body, and I discovered the truth that my whole family wanted to harm me. So I started to fight back.
I began to teach my younger brother, distance myself from my fiancé, take control of the family business, and audit my mother's dowry shop. I forced my stepmother and father to make up for the embezzled money, and then set a trap to catch my stepsister Nora and fiancé Max in the act of adultery, spreading the scandal throughout Eighphia.
After seeking treatment from a renowned doctor, my health gradually improved. I exposed my stepmother's actions against me, sought revenge, and gradually revealed the truth that it was my own good father who was behind the harm to me and my mother.
Through confrontation and covert investigation, I gathered evidence and uncovered a secret that was enough to destroy my father's entire family...
I avenged myself and my mother, and also found a fulfilling marriage. 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.
Carved From My Body, His Regret
Ive Gutterson My eyes struggled open, but a heavy weight held them shut. I was paralyzed, trapped in a cold hospital room, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor a cruel reminder of my mother's death. I, Elena Vitiello, who controlled everything, was now helpless, reduced to a slab of meat.
Then I heard his footsteps. Dante. My husband, my anchor. But his voice was chillingly devoid of warmth as he ordered, "Do not increase the dosage. I will not risk damaging the organ's viability." The organ. My mind went blank, ice filling my veins.
Trapped and unable to move, I realized Dante saw me only as a "political placeholder," never loving me. He was having my kidney removed, carved from my body like livestock, to save his mistress, Sofia-the woman whose messes I'd cleaned for ten years. His hand, usually my comfort, smeared away my tear with sheer disgust.
The scalpel tore into my flesh, a blinding, white-hot agony. Every tug and pull hollowed me out, stripping away my potential, my love, my future. How could the man I bled for reduce me to a mere object, a spare part for his true love? The sheer insult of it fueled a volcanic rage.
As my kidney was lifted out, the final illusion of our marriage shattered completely. My fear dissolved, replaced by a chilling, absolute calm. The darkness that embraced me was not defeat, but the coiling silence of a viper preparing to strike. This kidney was not a sacrifice. It was the down payment for Dante Moretti's life. The Neglected Wife's Ultimate Mafia Comeback
Baxy Koseluk I was the dutiful wife of Julian, a ruthless Capo in the Chicago Syndicate.
Six months ago, my convoy was ambushed by a rival cartel.
While I lay bleeding out on the cold floor of the car, my husband was on the phone with his mistress, Mia.
"Lock your doors, stay inside," he told her, never once asking if I was alive.
I survived, only to watch him flaunt his betrayal.
He brought his mistress into our home, booked her luxury suites in Tokyo, and bought her massive diamonds with Syndicate funds.
When I refused to play the part of his obedient, blind wife, he publicly humiliated me and orchestrated rumors to isolate me.
He thought I was just collateral, a powerless figurehead he could control and eventually discard to settle his debts.
I had endured this loveless marriage to survive in the family, yet he treated me worse than dirt while elevating a mistress who knew nothing of our world.
I was suffocating in a cage of neglect, enraged by the audacity of a coward who broke every sacred vow.
So, I took off my vulgar wedding ring and left it on his bathroom sink.
I picked up my phone and sent a message to Dante Falcone, the exiled heir who had stitched my flesh back together in secret.
This time, I chose to burn my husband's empire to the ground. The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge
Norrra To save my crumbling family, I was married off to Julian Moretti, the terrifying Underboss of the Chicago mafia.
But he didn't even wait for the wedding reception to end before slipping Rohypnol into my champagne.
I woke up on the cold marble floor of the penthouse, only to see my new husband sleeping with his long-time mistress right in front of me.
He dragged my unconscious body there just to let me wake up to this humiliation, to show me I was nothing but discarded trash.
When I escaped and returned home for help, my father threw a heavy crystal glass at my head.
"You ruined us, you stupid bitch! Go back and beg for his mercy!"
My stepmother cursed me for not knowing my place, while I discovered they had been embezzling my dead mother's trust fund to pay off debts.
Even worse, the mistress in my husband's bed was actually my father's illegitimate daughter.
My own family had served me to a Capo's bed just to beg for scraps, sacrificing my life for their beloved bastard.
They all thought I was just the obedient, fragile Rossi princess they could easily manipulate and feed to the wolves.
They expected me to cry, surrender, and let them bleed me dry.
But the fragile mafia princess they knew was already dead.
In her place, the dormant instincts of "Seraph"—the lethal Mossad operative I used to be—snapped awake.
I wiped my husband's blood off my knuckles, stepped over his groaning body, and made a deal with his deadliest rival.
This time, I'm going to burn their entire empire to the ground. From Jilted Bride To Mafia Empress
Xiao Wang For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party." 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. He Broke My Spirit, I Soared
Deeply Engaged I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession. 
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