Olivia
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He Let My Parents Die,Then He Died for Me
Mafia I was lying in a sterile hospital bed, recovering from a severe hemorrhage that had just taken my baby. Hours later, a police officer handed me a bloodstained watch, informing me my parents had been killed in a car crash rushing to see me.
My husband, the city's most feared Mafia Don and a brilliant trauma surgeon, ignored my seventy-six desperate calls.
Instead, he was busy buying a designer puppy for his mistress. He even let her shred the baby blanket my late mother had painstakingly knitted, turning it into a crude dog sweater. When I confronted them, the man who refused to hold my hand in public due to his severe germaphobia slapped me across the face to protect her.
"You are embarrassing yourself and this Family. Apologize to Mia right now."
I had surrendered my dream of being a journalist to be his perfect, docile wife. I lived in a heavily guarded estate, caged by his control issues, while he used the blood money of his empire to fund his mistress's extravagant life. He thought my parents' death was a lie I invented to win an argument. He thought I was a broken, powerless woman who would swallow the humiliation to keep his protection.
He was completely wrong.
During the lavish banquet meant to clear his mistress's name, I hijacked the live broadcast to expose his embezzlement and their graphic sex tape to the entire underworld.
Then, I served him the divorce papers and bought a one-way ticket to a war zone. Rejected By The Alpha: The Hidden Luna's Revenge
Werewolf For five years, I hid my identity as a legendary White Wolf, swallowing suppressants that tasted like ash just to protect Alpha Grafton.
I played the role of the spineless "Shadow," enduring his pack's ridicule and his cold indifference, all to fulfill a promise I made to his dead twin brother.
But when I finally exposed my powers to save Grafton from a rigged car crash, shattering my leg with liquid silver in the process, he didn't thank me.
Instead, he stepped over my bleeding body to comfort Cherrelle, a socialite who was faking a wrist injury.
He believed her lies over my sacrifice.
When I tried to warn him about the poison in his drink, he forced me to swallow the Wolfsbane myself.
He watched me convulse on the floor, calling me a "drama queen."
He even threw me into a dog kennel, crushing the only photo I had of his brother—the man I actually loved—under his boot.
He thought I was a stalker obsessed with him.
He didn't know I drank black coffee I hated every morning just to be in sync with him, or that the "jealousy" he saw was actually grief for the ghost of his twin.
Broken and done, I stood on the edge of Blackwood Bridge and sent him one final text.
"I'm going to be with the man I actually love."
Then, I rejected him as my mate, severed the bond that linked our souls, and let the dark river wash away five years of lies. The Jilted Heiress Deals With The Devil
Modern Alyssa Kirk was supposed to be the luckiest girl in New York, blessed with a massive inheritance and a devoted fiancé.
That illusion shattered when she overheard her uncle and fiancé whispering behind a closed study door.
"Once she marries Eddie, the shares are secure. Then the life insurance kicks in. A little accident... it's for the best."
Her own family was plotting her murder.
To make matters worse, she soon discovered her perfect fiancé was secretly having a passionate affair with her cousin. Her entire life was a trap, and her guardians were just greedy vultures waiting to build their fortune on her grave. When they sensed her pulling away, they even hired private investigators to snap compromising photos, attempting to publicly shame and control her.
A chilling despair consumed her. How could the people who raised her for fourteen years be so monstrous? She was completely isolated, a lamb surrounded by wolves with nowhere to run.
But Alyssa refused to be quietly slaughtered.
If she needed a monster to fight off the wolves, she would find the strongest one of all. She walked straight to Ayaan Carter—the most ruthless, powerful, and supposedly infertile billionaire in the city—and slid a medical file across his desk.
"I need absolute protection, and you need an impossible heir. Let's make a deal." The Neglected Wife's Vengeful Spectacular Comeback
Romance Elissa's world shattered the night she planned to reveal her pregnancy. Instead of sharing the joy of two pink lines, her billionaire husband, Alexander, slammed a divorce agreement onto the table. His first love was back, and Elissa was no longer needed.
To force her signature, Alexander systematically dismantled her life. He destroyed her acting comeback, paraded his lover in front of her, and cruelly forced Elissa to photograph them celebrating together on her own birthday.
But the deepest betrayal wasn't the infidelity-it was the hidden camera Elissa discovered in their bedroom. Their three years of marriage, every whispered word and intimate touch, had been a twisted, calculated performance to secure his inheritance from his grandfather.
Pushed to the brink, Elissa's breaking point arrives when the grandfather unexpectedly gifts her 5% of the company shares. Alexander completely snaps. Pinned to the bed, choking on his fury, he snarls, "You greedy little liar."
But in his blind rage, his mask slips. His crisp, standard American accent vanishes, replaced by a flawless, aristocratic British drawl.
Seeing the sheer, unadulterated panic flash in his eyes, Elissa's blood runs cold. The man she has shared a bed with for three years isn't Alexander Harvey. He is a complete stranger.
Who is the man wearing her husband's face? And what happened to the real Alexander?
Touching her stomach, Elissa's despair hardens into lethal resolve. For the sake of her unborn child, she won't just survive this nightmare-she will uncover his terrifying secret and burn his fake empire to the ground. The Secret Billionaire's Contract Bride
Romance Annette’s adoptive parents only ever treated her to a feast when they wanted money. Her salary already funded their house, and her savings paid for her brother’s college.
But this time, they dropped a bomb: her brother was $50,000 in debt. Their solution was to force Annette on a blind date with a wealthy man to pay it off.
"I will not sell myself. I'm not going to end up like Eleanor."
But her parents weaponized her brother’s pain, showing her a video of him breaking down. Cornered and desperate to save him, Annette agreed. She went to the café ready to be bought. But the man waiting for her wasn't the rich heir her parents promised. Julian Sterling claimed to be a simple security guard making a mere $2,800 a month.
Yet, he slid a debit card with $50,000 across the table, asking for a one-year fake marriage to escape his own family's control. When he later sent her $4,000 for living expenses, Annette's heart ached with profound guilt. She was entirely convinced this honorable man was secretly working grueling night shifts just to provide for a fake wife.
Clutching the key to the stunning apartment he offered her, Annette swore to work tirelessly at her boba shop to pay him back. She had absolutely no idea her struggling, blue-collar husband was actually a billionaire CEO in disguise. Bound By Pain: The Billionaire's Captive
Romance I ran through the freezing rain, desperate to escape the Pennington estate. My adoptive family had raised me for one purpose: to be sold off as a bargaining chip in a wealthy arranged marriage.
But before I could reach the highway, I was cornered. Not just by my family's cruel guards, but by Hollis Wall—a terrifying, ruthless billionaire who snapped my tormentor's wrist and dragged me into his car. He didn't want a ransom. He threw a prenuptial agreement in my lap.
I thought he was insane until he took a scalpel to his own arm, and a burning agony ripped across my flawless skin. Because of a near-drowning accident three years ago, our nervous systems were linked. Every time I bled, he felt the agony. He locked me in his fortress to keep me safe, but when I finally escaped back to my adoptive parents, they didn't protect me. Instead, my adoptive father smiled and showed me a live video of my biological father on life support, a guard's hand hovering over the plug.
"You will marry Douglas Cherry tomorrow, or your father dies," he sneered.
My own family was willing to murder my only real flesh and blood just to secure their wealth. I collapsed onto the cold marble floor, my heart crushed in a vice of absolute, suffocating despair.
"I'll marry him," I sobbed, surrendering to the darkness.
But miles away, in his dark study, the ruthless Hollis Wall violently collapsed to the floor, gasping for air as my severe panic attack bled directly into his chest. Our twisted bond was killing him, and I knew he would tear the city apart to find me. Rebirth of the Mafia Mistress
Mafia My fiancé Jaret Frazier promised to protect me on my nineteenth birthday. By the next year, he had married a Mafia Princess for power and locked me in a hidden apartment as his secret mistress.
When his new wife discovered I was pregnant, she didn't file for divorce. She sent her enforcers to my bedside.
They held me down while a back-alley butcher tore my unborn son from my womb.
Jaret never came to save me. For ten years, I rotted in that gilded cage, watching him use my money to become an Underboss while I faded into a ghost. I died alone, completely erased.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was back in my own bed, unscarred, the calendar turned back to the year my life was destroyed.
Jaret was still just my fiancé, not yet my jailer.
And this time, I wouldn't be the one who ended up in a cage. After His Engagement, I Deleted Ten Years of Secret Love
Modern For ten years, I lived in my guardian Ethan Hayes's home, loving him in secret. He was the sun I revolved around.
Then, he announced his engagement, introducing the woman he loved as my future female guardian, and spent an entire year showing me I meant nothing to him.
The night he came home drunk, he pulled me into his arms, murmuring another woman's name as his lips crashed down on mine.
The next morning, his eyes filled with disgust as he accused me of climbing into his bed.
"I never thought you would stoop this low," he said.
His fiancée cornered me, calling me shameless and threatening to throw me onto the street.
In that moment, a decade of devotion turned to ash. The love carved into my bones was finally scraped away.
On the day of his birthday, I packed one small suitcase and walked out of the house that had been my prison. I left a final drawing on his desk with a simple note: "Goodbye, Ethan." Annulled Love, Mafia's Fall: She Bulldozed All
Mafia On my wedding night, I made a vow to Liam Gallo, the most feared man in New York. "If you ever betray me," I whispered, "I will vanish from your life as if I never existed." He laughed, thinking it was a romantic promise. It was an oath.
Three years later, I discovered his betrayal. It wasn't just an affair; it was a public humiliation. His mistress, Ava, sent me photos of herself in my places, wearing jewelry he'd given me, taunting me with her presence in my life. And Liam let her.
The final blow came at our Hamptons estate. I saw them together, Liam and a triumphant, pregnant Ava, in front of his inner circle. He was choosing her, his pregnant mistress, over his injured wife, demanding I apologize for upsetting her.
In my own home, I was an obstacle. In my own marriage, I was a prop. The love I clung to for years finally died.
Ava's texts confirmed it all, including a picture of an ultrasound captioned "Our baby," and another of her wearing the necklace he named "Maya's Dawn."
So, on the morning after our anniversary party, I enacted my plan. I liquidated my assets, bulldozed the garden he planted for me, and served him divorce papers. Then, with a new identity, I walked out of the service exit and disappeared into the city, leaving the man who broke his vows to the wreckage of the life he destroyed. My Husband's Sins, My Heart's Revenge
Modern My marriage was perfect. I was pregnant with our first child, and my husband, Andre, worshipped the ground I walked on. Or so I thought.
The dream shattered when he whispered another woman's name against my skin in the dark. It was Kaliyah, the young associate from my firm whom I had personally mentored.
He swore it was a mistake, but his lies spiraled as Kaliyah's schemes grew more vicious. He drugged me, locked me in my studio, and caused a fall that sent me to the hospital.
But his ultimate betrayal came after Kaliyah staged a fake car accident and blamed me.
Andre dragged me out of my car by my hair and slapped me across the face. He then forced a nurse to take my blood for his mistress-a transfusion she didn't even need.
He held me down as I began to hemorrhage, leaving me to die while he rushed to her side. He sacrificed our child, who now suffers from irreversible brain damage because of his choice.
The man I loved was gone, replaced by a monster who left me for dead.
Lying in that hospital bed, I made two calls. The first was to my lawyer.
"Activate the infidelity clause in our prenup. I want him left with nothing."
The second was to Jude Gates, the man who had loved me silently for ten years.
"Jude," I said, my voice cold as ice. "I need your help to destroy my husband." Unmasking the Viper
Modern My life as a Dallas socialite seemed perfect, dwelling in a grand mansion built with old money and maintained by new.
Then, my husband, Ryan Lester, walked through the door with a woman I' d never seen, Sabrina Chavez, announcing she was "staying with us for a while."
Her feigned innocence turned sinister as she systematically drugged me, leading to a horrifying assault that was meticulously filmed.
Ryan then used that video as his weapon, turning my home into a prison, stripping me of everything, and publicly humiliating me at my father' s charity ball by projecting the assault on giant screens for everyone to see.
The world shattered as I collapsed, suffering a devastating miscarriage, left to wonder how my life could be so cruelly dismantled, and who was behind this orchestrated nightmare.
But just as despair threatened to consume me, a familiar face from my past, Andrew Scott, stepped into the light, and with him, the promise of truth and a fight for my lost life. Not Vanished: A Mother's Return
Fantasy I was Ava, a revered River Guardian, brimming with vibrant life.
I found Marcus, a broken Stone Breaker, and poured my essence into saving him.
I healed his wounds and shared my lineage's lore, empowering him to become the Apex he yearned to be.
He swore eternal love.
But my selfless devotion was repaid with chilling betrayal by his new partner, Chloe.
They conspired, stripping me of influence and then, brutally, my life.
I didn' t vanish; I died, murdered by their ambition.
My Heart Spring dissolved, merging with my infant son Liam' s life current to save him.
For ten agonizing years, I remained a helpless spirit, haunting my preserved body and watching Liam suffer.
Gaunt and scarred, he bore Marcus's cruelty.
Now Marcus, the cruel Apex, returned, demanding my Heart Spring for Chloe' s child.
He taunted Liam, then bound him to a pyre, lighting the Breaker' s Fire.
He aimed to force me, a spectral memory, to reveal myself or watch our son burn.
How could the man I empowered, the father of our son, be capable of such chilling depravity?
He sought to burn away the last vestige of my existence.
But as unnatural flames licked Liam' s feet, a transformation began.
His muted life current exploded into a radiant emerald glow.
The true power of the Grove Heart I passed to him shimmered.
Liam, no longer a wilting fern, but a powerful sapling, rose from the pyre unharmed.
He stood ready to unveil all hidden truths and challenge the Apex who thought he had triumphed. You might like
Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil
Gale Kaaya My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement.
To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia.
It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping.
But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished.
She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug.
She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago.
The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash.
Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name.
She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant.
I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead.
I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye.
"Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you."
Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth.
"Prove it," he growled.
I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip. The Biker's Mistake: Return Of The Heiress
Wu Li For four years, I secretly poured my family's trust fund into the Schwartz MC, acting as the President's Old Lady and the club's private ATM.
But when Daryl returned from his cross-state run, he didn't come back alone.
He brought home a blonde mistress and a four-year-old boy with his exact same gray eyes.
"She gave me an heir. From today on, she is the official Old Lady of this chapter."
He expected me to step down to a shared club girl, demanding I stay in the grease pit to tune their bikes and pay their bills.
When I cut off their vendor accounts and demanded my millions back, his family showed their true, parasitic colors.
Daryl and his mother locked me inside my own heavily reinforced workshop.
Through the ventilation shaft, I heard them plotting their sickening next move.
They couldn't kill me because they needed my wealth and my engine patents to survive on the highway.
Instead, they planned to slip tranquilizers into my water, force Daryl on me, and get me pregnant so I would be legally tied to him forever.
"A woman with a baby never walks away," his mother sneered.
They thought locking me in the dark would break my spirit and turn me into their obedient slave.
But they had no idea they had locked me inside a fully stocked chemical armory.
I grabbed the high-grade racing oxidizers and industrial solvents from my workbench.
They wanted a private party tonight, so I was going to make sure they never forgot the fire. 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." 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. Betrayed by My Boyfriend, Claimed by the Mafia Boss
Krystal Catherine loved Marco with all her heart.
Until she discovered that he had betrayed her with her own sister.
Instead of defending Catherine, her family blamed her for standing in the way of their happiness. To them, she was nothing more than an unwanted daughter who had ruined the love story between Marco and the sister they had always favored.
So Catherine gave them exactly what they wanted.
She gave up Marco. She gave up the family that had never truly seen her as one of their own. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, her parents sold her for twenty thousand dollars to an old, ugly man who had already been married once.
Catherine thought her life was over.
Then a stranger appeared and offered her a way out.
His name was Lorenzo.
He offered Catherine a contract marriage.
He needed a wife.
She needed protection.
It seemed like a simple arrangement, and Catherine never expected it to change her life forever.Because she didn't know who Lorenzo really was.
To the world, Lorenzo was a ruthless billionaire and the heir to one of the country's most powerful business empires.
Behind closed doors, he was far more dangerous.
He was the heir to a Mafia dynasty, a man who controlled an empire built on blood, fear, and absolute power.
When Lorenzo offered Catherine a marriage of convenience, she accepted without hesitation.
He needed a wife.
She needed protection.
Neither of them wanted love.
At least, that was what they told themselves.
But after Catherine became Mrs. Romano, Lorenzo's rules began to change. He wanted to know where she went, who she spoke to, and which man dared look at her for too long. The more Catherine tried to keep their marriage strictly business, the more possessive Lorenzo became.
He no longer wanted a temporary wife.
He wanted Catherine completely.
Then Marco finally realized he had made the biggest mistake of his life and came back for her. He expected Catherine to still be the woman who waited for him, forgave him, and accepted whatever affection he was willing to offer.
But Catherine was no longer that woman.
The daughter her family discarded had become the wife of the most dangerous man in the underworld.
And Lorenzo Romano would burn the world down before he let anyone take his wife away. Abandoned Heiress, Now His Mafia Bride
Priority I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them. My Best Friend's Brother: Forbidden Desire
A.V Belle This is a collection of forbidden erotic stories:
Book 1: My Best Friend's Brother
Book 2: My Best Friend's Sister
Book 3: My Best Friend's Father
Book 4: Tempted by My Nanny
Book 5: My Forbidden Stepdaddy
Book 6: My Forbidden Stepbrother
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"You think I haven't tried to stop wanting you? That I haven't tried to stay away?"
He steps closer, eyes darkening as he runs a finger down my arm.
"But every time you walk in, every time you look at me... all I can think about is how good it would feel to pin you against that wall and take what's been mine since the first time I saw you."
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My job was simple-help my best friend, Elora, and keep my life as normal as possible. What I didn't expect was to be drawn into her family's dangerous world... or to fall for the one person I was supposed to avoid: her older brother, Camden.
Camden Andretti is everything I should stay away from-intense, unpredictable, and fiercely protective. But when I witness something I shouldn't have, he's the only one who can keep me safe.
The hardest part? Surviving each day with him by my side, forced to face this heat between us. I want him in ways I shouldn't. Need him more than I ever thought possible. And one reckless choice may change everything.
Now, I have to face the consequences of a forbidden desire-and survive a world I was never meant to be part of.
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.
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