Qiang Weiwei
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He Chose the Wrong Daughter
Mafia I was married to the most ruthless Mafia boss in New York. For five years, he played the perfect, doting father to our daughter, Sofia.
But on Sofia's fifth birthday, he coldly announced he was bringing his illegitimate daughter into the family.
I discovered he had been maintaining a mistress in the shadows this entire time.
When his bastard child was diagnosed with leukemia, he didn't hesitate.
He ordered his soldiers to pin me to the cold floor and dragged my fragile Sofia into an unsterile underground clinic to harvest her bone marrow.
"I have no choice. We will be a perfect family once she is saved."
Despite knowing Sofia had a severe congenital heart defect, he forced the procedure.
When the doctor stepped out and announced the child didn't survive, I was locked in a cell, coughing up blood in pure agony.
I couldn't understand how the man who once slit his own wrists in the freezing rain to prove his devotion could slaughter his own flesh and blood for a homewrecker's lie.
But when the DNA test revealed the dead bastard wasn't even his, and my Sofia miraculously walked through the door alive, the untouchable Don collapsed at my feet in tears.
"Please, I'll burn the city down to keep you safe."
I just held my daughter's hand, stepped over his shattered pride, and finally walked away. Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Fiancé
Modern For ten years, Aurora was abandoned by her wealthy family to rot in the countryside.
When she finally returned, there was no warm welcome. The Lott family only brought her back to replace her adopted sister in an arranged marriage with Damian Yates, a notoriously violent, crippled billionaire, just to save their bankrupt company.
Her grandmother mocked her as uneducated trash. Her fake sister feigned disgust at her very presence.
When her biological father desperately tried to stop them from sending his daughter to her death, the family turned on him.
Her grandmother struck her father across the face, kicked the three of them out of the manor into the freezing rain, and arrogantly declared they would starve on the streets by nightfall.
They thought Aurora was just a helpless, pathetic hillbilly who would quietly accept being sold as livestock.
They had no idea that over the past decade, she had survived the darkest corners of the world, becoming a lethal operative with unimaginable power.
Standing in the cold rain, Aurora didn't shed a single tear.
She calmly pulled out her encrypted phone, personally canceled the billionaire's marriage contract, and ordered her hacker to completely freeze the Lott family's accounts.
"Total financial annihilation. Burn them to the ground."
But as she watched her abusers' legacy crumble, a classified file arrived on her phone, revealing that the very billionaire she just rejected was tied to her mother's unsolved murder.
The real hunt was just beginning. Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon
Billionaires Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks.
To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before.
But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity.
"What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?"
He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators.
When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist.
She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves?
With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap.
But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice. The Mafia Don's Runaway Collateral Wife
Mafia Six years ago, I was given to New York's most ruthless mafia Don as collateral to pay off my father's gambling debt.
After one terrifying, pitch-black night with him, his grandfather framed me for treason and threw me out onto the freezing streets.
They threw me away, not knowing I was pregnant with his triplets.
Now, I only came back to his city to get his signature on our divorce papers so my children and I could disappear to Europe.
But his men ambushed us at the airport and dragged us to his underground interrogation room.
Damien threw a DNA consent form on the steel desk, staring at my fierce five-year-old son with dark reverence.
"Sign the paper. Or I will personally forge him into the sharpest weapon this family has ever seen."
I was trembling with absolute terror.
He believed the lies that I had sold his family's secrets and abandoned his firstborn heir for money.
I didn't understand why this monster wouldn't just let me go, but I couldn't let him drag my innocent babies into his violent hell.
Just as I tearfully picked up the pen to surrender, the room plunged into darkness, and a digital threat hijacked his monitors.
My other five-year-old son had hacked the Don's network, starting a 60-second countdown to wipe out all his billions.
Damien was forced to yield, but when the steel doors opened, his severely traumatized, silent six-year-old heir walked in—and immediately curled into my arms.
Damien stared at us in shock, then slowly tore my divorce papers into pieces.
"The deal is off." The Secret Mother And Her Cruel Tycoon
Billionaires My father was rotting in a cell, and my secret son, Leo, was the only reason I kept breathing. Then, everything shattered when Augustine Hoover’s bodyguards dragged me to a remote estate and locked me in a room with a dying monster.
The man in the dark was Augustine himself, bleeding from a wound and lost in a drug-induced delirium. He didn't see me as a person; he saw me as a debt to be collected. By dawn, the feverish attacker was gone, replaced by a cold, calculative billionaire in a wheelchair who told me I was now his property.
I was trapped on a private island, forced to play nurse to keep my father protected in prison. While I suffered in silence, the world turned against me. My fiancé, Grant, went on national television to dump me, calling my family a disgrace. When Augustine finally brought me back to New York, it wasn't for freedom—it was to parade me at a gala where I saw Grant with his arm around my stepsister. She was wearing my dress, living my life, while I stood there with Augustine’s bite mark fresh on my neck.
The humiliation was total. Augustine offered me a deal: sign a marriage contract with a mandatory "Heir Production Clause," or watch my father die and my son disappear. He promised to crush my enemies, but his touch felt like a shackle.
I felt a cold rage settle over me. If I was going to be a prisoner, I would be the most dangerous one he had ever seen. I realized then that everyone I loved was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was being played.
I signed the papers and officially became Mrs. Hoover, the most envied and hated woman in the city. But as we pulled up to his gothic mansion, a burner phone in my pocket buzzed with a message from my father’s oldest ally. The man I just married wasn't my protector. He was the one who framed my father and destroyed my life. I’ve entered the lion’s den, and I won’t stop until I’ve ripped his heart out. When Pity Dies: Her Sweet Revenge
Young Adult The harsh clang of the school bell ripped me from a nightmare.
One moment, I was bleeding out on the cold community center floor, choked by smoke and gasoline, watching the Outlaws murder my family.
The next, I was back in my high school classroom, the familiar scent of chalk and disinfectant filling the air, alive and untouched.
My heart hammered-not with teenaged excitement, but with the primal terror of a ghost, knowing this was it: the day it all began.
Brittany Hayes, perfect blonde hair and a weaponized smile, stood at the front, pushing her dad' s "Life Path AI" onto our entire class for free.
Liam Carter, the class golden boy, nodded eagerly beside her, his handsome face alight with ambition, calling it "foolproof."
A wave of excited chatter filled the room: the exact siren song that had led to ruin in my last life.
I remembered standing up then, my voice trembling but determined, warning them about the AI' s flaws, its bias towards corporate partners.
They' d laughed, calling me jealous, a conspiracy theorist, just because my family ran a charity center.
They ostracized me, humiliated me, and then Brittany' s father' s media machine discredited my family, painting us as backward fools.
Then the Outlaws came, paid to send a message, and they destroyed everything: my parents, my little sister Lily, and me.
The memory burned, a raw, open wound in my soul.
This time, I didn't stand up.
I leaned back, a mask of calm indifference, an empty smile for Liam who glanced my way in surprise.
Let them walk into the fire.
This time, I would be the one holding the gasoline. This Time, I Fight Back: The CEO's Daughter Returns
Modern The staff party was a dull throb, a familiar exhaustion settling deep in my bones.
Then Sabrina Chavez held out the brownie, her eyes wide and innocent, just like before.
But I remembered the last time.
Taking that brownie led to my throat closing, my lungs burning, and a severe anaphylactic shock.
I was dying on the floor, gasping for air, while my boyfriend, Ethan, comforted Sabrina, who claimed it was just cross-contamination.
He called me "dramatic" at my hospital bed.
That "accident" cost me my promotion, gave me lifelong respiratory damage, and shattered my relationship.
It all ended when Ethan, defending Sabrina again, pushed me, and my head hit the counter.
I died.
Now, I' m back, standing at that exact moment.
Sabrina' s smile was sickeningly sweet.
The world snapped into focus.
This time, everything changes. Five Years Old, Billionaire Bound
Romance I was five years old when my dad traded me to a dying billionaire.
He called me his lucky charm, a living prophecy, and in return, I got a mansion, a trust fund, and a fancy title: "Madam Chair" of a multi-billion-dollar foundation.
I grew up navigating the opulent halls, an outsider in a gilded cage.
My only real connection was with Ms. Chadwick, the formidable chief of staff, and the quiet, observant Wesley.
But my twisted stepsister, Jennifer, refused to let my past stay in the past.
She, along with my opportunistic father, saw my position as their ticket into the Blakely empire.
They relentlessly schemed, first trying to marry Jennifer off to the heir, Caleb, then, when that failed, she orchestrated a horrifying corporate sabotage.
She framed Caleb, leading to scandalous accusations and the collapse of a crucial merger.
Then came the news: Caleb's fiancée, Victoria, was dead, killed in a suspicious car accident.
I knew in my gut Jennifer was behind it, her ruthlessness finally escalating to murder.
The Blakelys were in chaos, desperate to cover up the scandal, so they gave Jennifer a high-profile role, silencing her with money and status.
They bought her silence, but they ignited my fury.
This wasn't just about family feuds anymore; it was about justice and survival.
I, the quiet girl dismissed as a symbolic chairwoman, decided to wield the foundation's immense power like a sword.
It was time to expose every lie, every betrayal, and tear down the very people who thought they could control my destiny. When Love Was A Trial
Fantasy For forty years, my life with Elara as a humble Appalachian herbalist was filled with quiet love and shared purpose.
Then, on her sixtieth birthday, a blinding light revealed her true form: an Aetheling, and our marriage, a cold "trial" to regain her powers.
She abandoned me for her "true love," Caelus, cursing me with unnatural eternal life to watch my entire world slowly die.
But the true horror came when Caelus, in a jealous rage, obliterated Hollow Creek, eradicating everyone I loved with a single blighting spell, leaving me the sole, cursed survivor.
Elara dragged me to their glittering Aethelgard, where I was a humiliating "pet," a constant reminder of her past.
The ultimate betrayal struck when Caelus framed me, and Elara, without hesitation, condemned me to the inescapable Barrow of Whispers, a prison worse than death.
How could the woman who shared my heart inflict such calculated cruelty and discard me so utterly?
My soul burned with an unbearable mix of grief, helplessness, and seething rage.
Yet, in that forgotten abyss, I found the echoing spirits of Hollow Creek, my murdered people.
They infused me with the ancient, untamed power of the earth itself, transforming me from a broken mortal into an unstoppable vessel of vengeance.
I am no longer Liam, the pet. I am the wrath of the mountains returned, and Elara and Caelus will pay. The Widow Who Wasn't
Romance My husband, Ethan Vance, was presumed drowned, swallowed by the Serpent River. For three agonizing months, I, Ava – owner of our beloved Portland bakery, "The Daily Rise" – had been a grieving widow, the city's gray mirroring the hollow ache in my chest. My dreams felt entombed by tragedy.
My friend Maya finally dragged me to a New Orleans music festival, desperate for a change of scene. Amidst the chaotic pulse and anonymous crowd, I saw him. Ethan. Alive. Laughing, his arm around Chloe Hayes, his "childhood best friend" and a flashy influencer who' d always been a little too close.
He looked vibrant, not like a man who' d fought a treacherous river. I heard him brag about "escaping the grind" thanks to "Chloe' s genius plan." Then came the gut punch: "Give it another week... Ava will have really hit rock bottom. She' ll be grateful for anything when I 'miraculously' return." My husband, celebrating my destruction.
The betrayal was colder, sharper than any grief. This wasn't just him being alive; it was a premeditated, cruel deception. He'd orchestrated my despair, mocking our shared life. How could the man I loved be such a monstrous con artist?
My hands shook, but my voice was steady as I called my lawyer friend. "He's not dead, Ben," I told him, the cold fury replacing my tears. "He's a con artist. And now, I want everything." The Watch That Broke Us
Modern My 31st birthday should have been a joyful celebration, a moment of genuine warmth with my younger brother, Mike.
He gifted me a luxury smartwatch, a gesture that, after years of my financial and emotional support for him, felt like a true acknowledgment of our bond.
But the warmth turned to ice moments later when Mike's new girlfriend, Brittany, barraged my phone with aggressive direct messages.
"Jealous old maid," she called me, accusing me of trying to "leech" off Mike and demanding *her* watch back.
Mike, bafflingly, defended Brittany's behavior, calling it "loyalty" and allowing her to launch a vicious online smear campaign against me.
He prioritized her whims over my needs, even lending out my professional camera equipment, only to publicly humiliate me at my office when I requested it back.
How could the brother I’d practically raised, the one I’d sacrificed so much for, turn so cruelly against me?
Every past act of love and support was now twisted into a cynical attempt to "control" him, dictated by a manipulative stranger.
The ultimate betrayal came when he shoved me, leaving me bleeding on my floor, snatching the watch, and walking out, incited by Brittany’s taunting text.
That moment transformed my pain into cold resolve: this wasn't just about a watch anymore; it was time to fight back. A Serpent in My Bed
Young Adult The smell of stale coffee hung heavy in my college dorm room.
My roommate, Jessica, hovered over me, her face a mask of feigned concern.
She was my best friend, or so I believed then.
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving break, a seemingly ordinary start to a week.
But the moment I opened my eyes, a brutal wave of memories crashed over me.
The screech of tires, blinding headlights, then utter darkness.
My family's beloved restaurant, Miller’s Place, crumbling to dust.
My dad, debilitated by a stroke, his once vibrant eyes now vacant.
My brother, Michael, broken, his promising future stolen.
And my sweet sister-in-law, Emily, clutching an empty nursery.
Jessica, the viper I’d foolishly welcomed, had meticulously orchestrated their ruin.
She’d falsely accused Michael, leading to Emily's devastating loss.
Her calculated lies had bled our family savings dry to fuel her extortion.
The shame, the whispers, the very fabric of our small town life, torn apart.
I, Sarah Miller, became the pariah, blamed for enabling the monster.
The relentless online bullying drove me to walk into traffic, desperate for an end.
Now, here she was again, playing the innocent victim, sighing about a lonely Thanksgiving.
Her eyes, wide and pleading, mirroring the exact look that had sealed our destruction.
How could I have been so catastrophically naïve, so utterly blind to the serpent in my bed?
A cold, potent fury roared inside me, threatening to consume everything.
The nightmare was beginning anew, a cruel replay of my worst past.
But this time, I wasn't the gullible girl.
I was back, somehow, exactly one year before the catastrophe.
This time, the script was mine to rewrite.
This time, I would not be her fool, her stepping stone to ruin.
This time, Jessica would finally pay.
Every last, agonizing cent. When the Wife Disappeared
Romance My tenth wedding anniversary, but the simmering lobster bisque couldn’t mask the acrid taste of my husband’s lies.
Mike, the man I’d built a life with, was openly having an affair with a twenty-something influencer, Skyler, her perfectly curated Instagram a brazen display of my unraveling world.
The real agony began when our young son, Leo, innocently spoke of "Aunt Sky," recounting secret adventures and sugary treats, blissfully unaware he was a pawn in his father’s cruel game.
Mike’s betrayal deepened into an insidious wound as he used our child, poisoning Leo against me, while claiming he was saving a vintage champagne for "a special occasion" that he'd uncork for Skyler on *our* anniversary.
But the final, gut-wrenching blow came when Skyler sent a text: a picture of her draped provocatively across *my* bed, wearing *my* husband’s shirt, flaunting her conquest with a chilling message: "#Upgrade."
My life, my home, my dignity, shattered into a million pieces, while he, completely oblivious, hummed about a "surprise" he had planned for my birthday.
The pain, the humiliation, the sheer audacity of it all was suffocating; divorce felt too clean, too easy for him, as if he could simply walk away unscathed.
My heart splintered further when Leo, confused and innocent, asked if "Aunt Sky" would be his new mommy, a question Mike himself had evidently planted.
There was no turning back, no hope for repair; in that moment of absolute despair and righteous fury, I knew Ellie Hayes had to die.
And Mike Hayes, the man who had stolen my future and poisoned my son, would watch his entire world burn down around him, ensuring he would finally pay the true, devastating price for his betrayal. You might like
The Unwanted Bride Becomes The City's Queen
Breeze I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return. 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.
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. Mafia Love Affair: From One Night To Forever
Seraphic River Alessandro Martini, once the play boy is changed in to a mature and responsible man, when took over the position of CEO of Martini Group, however, not many knows about his true identity of being an Italian mafia leader except those are involved. Being CEO and ruthless mafia leader his life is full of challenges because of his rivals on both sides, to make it worst his father demands an heir from him, he wouldn't have given a damn to his wish unless he was threatened by his own father on the positions he holds.
Autumn is the ordinary girl, who struggled for making her career after she was ditched by her boyfriend four years ago, while crying out for his betrayal she happened to spend the night with stranger, someone whose identity she doesn't know. However, as time passes she was happy with her twin babies and her life until one day when kidnapping of her sons brought her face to face with their father, knowing his identity only scared her for her and her kid's life. Veils of Thorns
Skar Luca DeLuca was never meant to be a king.
Born into one of the most powerful mafia families, he was raised in the shadows of blood and violence-protected, sheltered, and kept far from the world his father ruled with an iron fist. But when Don Salvatore DeLuca is assassinated, everything changes. The empire his father built is now crumbling, threatened by enemies within and outside the family.
Forced into a throne he never wanted, Luca must learn to navigate a world of betrayal, power, and brutal survival. He isn't a killer. Not yet. But in the mafia, power is earned in blood-and to lead, he must be willing to lose everything, including the last pieces of his soul.
But Luca's battle isn't just against the underworld's deadliest players. It's against himself. As he struggles with the darkness seeping into his veins, a forbidden love threatens to shatter everything. Torn between the woman who makes him feel human and the ruthless empire that demands his loyalty, Luca must decide: Is he willing to sacrifice love for power? Or will love be his greatest weakness?
In a world where trust is a death sentence and mercy is a myth, Luca DeLuca must either rise as a legend or die as a footnote. Tied to the mafia boss
June girl
"I know you want me." Damien said in a deep hoarse voice.
I turned to look at him. "I can never want a ruthless man like you."
"Your eyes are telling a different story Alison." Damien said, taking a step forward.
I took a step backward but Damien had stopped me, his hands traveled across my dress. My breathe hitched in my throat as his hands paused.
"Your body is saying a different story." Damien leaned closer. "You can't resist me Alison."
"I-" my voice cracked. At that moment I realized he was right.
I wanted Damien Santos. Right now. In his room.
***
Alison had it all-wealth, love, and a perfect life-until her conniving stepsister, Mabel, destroyed everything. Framed for infidelity,Alison's husband throws her out of the house, leaving her penniless and homeless.
Just when she hits rock bottom, Alison crosses paths with Damien Santos-a cold and ruthless mafia boss who rules the highlands. Unaware of who he truly is, Alison's brief exchange with him takes an unexpected turn, placing her under his dark, protective shadow.
What starts as a chance encounter quickly spirals into a web of secrets and lies. As Alison uncovers the truth about Damien's identity, she realizes their meeting wasn't accidental. Dark revelations from her past resurface, tying her fate to his in ways she never imagined.
Can Alison reclaim her life, or will she lose herself in the dangerous world Damien has pulled her into?
One Last Bet
Mu Xiaoou The roar of the South Philly sports bar was music to my ears, the cheers for my "Oracle" predictions ringing hollow as I saw the smiling faces of my childhood friends.
Just one week from now, in a life I' d already lived, these same friends would lose everything on my predictions and leave me for dead in a dirty alley.
They' d blame me, screaming King K, the flashy influencer, had called it an hour before I did, beating me until I stopped moving.
Now they pressed me for more "sure things," their greed a mask over the rage I knew was coming, their loyalty as thin as their winnings.
Then my Uncle Leo, the only family I had, intervened, pulling the "exhausted niece" card, a gesture that filled me with relief, even as I felt a pang of guilt for my coldness.
But relief turned to dread when he revealed his "heart condition" and a staggering medical bill, claiming he' d lost all our savings on a "bad tip"-a lie designed to force one last, massive prediction from me.
The betrayal of my previous life faded into the background, eclipsed by the desperate reality of his illness, trapping me into playing the Oracle again.
I poured my soul into the data, finding a perfect, obscure rookie bet, only to see King K post the exact same pick minutes later, confirming a sickening truth: Uncle Leo was leaking my intel.
My blood ran cold when I found the unique Eagles watch I' d given my uncle on King K' s wrist in an old photo, realizing my uncle was not only feeding my analysis to his secret boyfriend but was systematically destroying my reputation to build King K' s brand.
The pieces clicked: it was always planned.
But this time, I was ready.
I cashed out my winning soccer bets (which King K had predictably tried to steal credit for, missing my trap bet entirely), and used every dime on one final, impossible gamble: the "unbeatable" NFL team would lose after their star quarterback suffered a season-ending injury in the first quarter-an event I remembered with horrifying clarity from my past life.
I packed a bag, ready to watch King K, Uncle Leo, and every single soul who had called me a fraud, who had plotted my demise, lose everything and face the loan sharks I knew would be coming. Escaping The Mafia Don's Golden Cage
Xiao Ye I stood over the fresh dirt of my four-year-old son's grave. My husband, the Don of the Stark family, didn't hold my hand for comfort. He only adjusted his cuffs and checked that the diamond necklace he forced on me looked good for the cameras.
"Stop crying," he whispered into my hair. "You're making a scene."
Two days later, I woke up to the sound of shattering glass in the nursery.
A strange boy stood there, smiling over the broken remains of my son's favorite snow globe.
"This is Cody," my mother-in-law said coldly. "He's family. He stays."
When I demanded he leave, Eli looked at me with dead eyes.
"Material things can be replaced, Harper. The boy stays."
Suspicion led me to the library door, where I heard the impossible truth. Cody wasn't a distant cousin. He was Eli's illegitimate son.
And worse—while my son was drowning alone in the pool, Eli hadn't been at a business meeting. He had been in bed with his mistress.
I realized then that the silver bracelet he had gifted me wasn't jewelry. I pried it open and found the blinking red light of a tracker.
I was a prisoner in a cage of gold.
So, I decided to die.
I staged my suicide at the bridge, vanished into the night, and paid a shadow doctor to wipe my memories clean.
I became Avery. I was happy. I was free.
Until six months later, when a man in a black suit walked into my small-town cafe and looked at me with the eyes of a wolf.
"Harper," he growled. "Come home." 
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