Olivia
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Dead At The Altar: The Don's Regret
Mafia On the day of my wedding to the mafia godfather, Bianca—the orphaned daughter of my fiancé's mentor—blocked my way and forced a glass of hard liquor on me.
"Drink this to honor the elders of the underworld, and big sister's wedding will go off without a hitch."
I was severely allergic to alcohol and refused with a smile. To my surprise, Bianca's eyes instantly brimmed with tears.
My fiancé Dante's smile vanished. He pressed the glass to my lips:
"Stop faking jealousy and telling lies over something this trivial. Drink it, then apologize to Bianca right now."
My brother pinned me down, and my best friend forced the liquor down my throat.
Just like that, I suffocated to death on my fiancé's back.
As a ghost, I could only watch as that vicious ward slapped my corpse and smothered the angry allergic rash spreading across my body under layer after layer of heavy foundation.
I screamed myself hoarse trying to tell everyone I was already dead, but not a sound came from my throat.
All I could do was watch, in an agony of dead silence, as the very people who had sworn to protect me for life blindly pushed me into the abyss.
Just as Dante was about to lift my wedding veil—
My soul circled coldly in the air above, my heart utterly still:
This wedding was about to become a funeral. 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." 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. 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. 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. 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
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. Rejected While Pregnant, I Reclaimed My Power
Shangyou Fusu While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son.
Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate.
An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir.
Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack.
Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her.
He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall.
Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me.
I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve."
The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice.
He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent.
And I was finally going home. The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge
Blair Dippel I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante.
Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby.
My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant.
"This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara."
The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage—it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return.
I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to.
But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world. 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 Bastard Bride's Vow of Mafia Vengeance
Anywho My father arranged a marriage for my half-sister, Emmalee, with Don Damian Griffith, the ruthless "King of New York." But Emmalee, in love with a penniless lawyer, refused and, weeping, pointed at me, the illegitimate daughter, offering me as the sacrifice.
My stepmother packed cheap plastic pearls and copper chains, and my father coldly told me to "bleed quietly" if the Don decided to cut me.
"Don't think you've won, Isabell," Emmalee hissed, handing me a shimmering emerald gown, the signature color of the Don's volatile mistress-a clear death trap. Why did my own family want me dead?
As the armored car pulled away, I dumped the green silk, put on a dress of pure ivory, and fastened our family's stolen midnight-blue sapphires around my neck. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter, but I was walking into the lion's den with a hidden blade.
Shadows of the Vow (You Fuck With Darkness, You See Shadows)
Jennie N She entered his world as prey. Now, she's learning to bite back.
After her mother's death, Annabelle Gracia seeks fragile solace in the flower shop-until her father trades her to Antonioni D'Angélo, the ruthless mafia billionaire known as The Shadow King. Nights with him burn with pain, pleasure, and control. His coldness shields a heart hunted by a dangerous fraternity, one that will not forgive tenderness-love is a risk he cannot afford. Yet desire refuses to be silenced. In their world, love is weakness, and weakness could destroy them both.
Antonioni is not just another mafia heir; he is a force who commands the world's shadows. Beyond the empire most will never see: high-stakes deals in European marketplaces, clandestine arms trades, and the quiet power of a man who moves money, influence, and danger across continents.
Once fragile, she rises. No longer a pawn, she becomes his fiercest ally and mafia queen, his quiet hope. But betrayal is never far, and enemies wait in the shadows. When Nora, the daughter of one of their deadliest rivals, enters their world, alliances shatter, and danger multiplies.
In a world ruled by secrets and scars, can love save them... or destroy them? 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." The Capo's Regret: The Curse Was A Lie
Qing Cheng For fifteen years, my husband Bennett refused to let me get pregnant.
"My blood is a curse, Kelsey," he would say, gripping my hand with terrified intensity. "It kills the women who carry it. I won't risk you."
I believed him. I mourned the children we never had just to stay alive for him.
Then he brought Aria home.
He claimed she was a distant cousin in trouble. But from the shadows of the ballroom, I watched him caress her swollen belly with a tenderness he never showed me.
When I confronted him, the mask fell.
"You provide the image, Kelsey," he said coldly. "She provides the bloodline. Do not make a scene."
To teach me a lesson in obedience, my horse's reins were sabotaged.
I woke up in the hospital with a fractured leg, only to learn he had ignored my emergency calls to hold Aria’s hand during a routine ultrasound.
Lying in that sterile bed, the truth hit me harder than the fall.
There was no curse.
He had medically gaslighted me for a decade, stealing my fertility with a lie, just to replace me with a mistress he called "cousin."
He thought he had broken me. He thought I would fade quietly into the east wing.
Instead, I wiped my tears and planted listening devices in his office.
He wanted a legacy?
I boarded a train to Paris, leaving behind a bomb that would burn his entire world to ash. 
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