Qin Wei
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Jilted Mistress? I Am The Mafia Queen
Mafia I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for.
Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face.
He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability.
Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat.
He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat.
As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone.
He calmly recorded my battered, bleeding body to prove his loyalty to his new wife, Victoria.
Later that night, they dragged me into an exclusive underworld club.
Victoria and her clique poured scalding coffee on me, kicked my ribs, and played the audio of what he did to me for everyone to laugh at.
Ryan watched me bleed with eyes entirely devoid of remorse.
I lay on the cold marble floor, completely broken.
The boy who had protected me from the streets since we were kids had become a monster, trading my life and our child for a taste of real power.
Just as they raised their phones to broadcast my final humiliation to the underworld, the heavy double doors swung open.
Don Victor Vance, the city's most terrifying syndicate boss, parted the sea of abusers.
He fell to his knees, weeping as he pulled my bleeding body into his arms.
I managed a weak smile.
"Dad, you came." Spectacular Comeback Of The Unwanted Wife
Modern For eight years, Athena loved Caswell Maldonado in secret, enduring a hollow marriage while wearing a black lace veil to hide the horrific facial scars he assumed she still had.
But just as her face was flawlessly healed through secret treatments, he handed her a cold divorce agreement, publicly announcing that his mistress, Hayden, was pregnant with his child.
When his grandfather's sudden illness triggered a legal clause that froze the divorce, Athena was forced back into the family estate, trapped with a man who treated her like a fired employee. Hayden seized the chance to humiliate her. She called Athena to a VIP cafe, flaunting her designer maternity dress and viciously mocking her hidden face.
"Caswell said you were like a dead piece of wood. He is disgusted every time he has to look at your ruined face!"
Hayden even tried to steal the memory of the one night Caswell and Athena had accidentally slept together in a dark hotel room, proudly claiming she was the woman crying underneath him. Athena realized she had wasted her youth on a blind, unfaithful bastard who despised a monster of his own imagination. The sheer audacity of this hypocritical snake trying to claim her husband and her only memories made her blood boil.
She wasn't going to cower in a guest room and play the pathetic, trapped victim anymore.
Athena put on her sharpest power suit, walked into that cafe, and prepared to rip Hayden's perfect little lie to shreds. Reborn To Claim My CEO Husband
Romance Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart. My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin
Romance I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules. Beyond His Lies, Her Alpha's Love
Werewolf Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie.
The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart.
Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel:
"Aliana is just a placeholder."
He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie.
Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion.
She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it. Contract Marriage With The Genius Heiress
Modern Alysia lay on the freezing operating table, moments away from donating her kidney to her brother's fiancée.
But as the anesthesia set in, a violent shock tore through her brain, awakening agonizing memories of a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand past lifetimes.
She suddenly realized her family's true plan. Her brother and his fiancée weren't just taking her organ; they were secretly plotting to declare her mentally unfit post-surgery to steal her entire trust fund.
When Alysia abruptly stopped the procedure and exposed the fiancée's kidney failure as the result of severe drug abuse, her family's reaction was chilling.
Her father didn't care about the truth or the law. He ordered his bodyguards to lock Alysia up until she agreed to the surgery, while her brother threatened to freeze her assets and seize her late mother's penthouse.
"You have no heart, Alysia. You don't deserve the Kent name," her aunt spat in disgust.
For lifetimes, she had kept her head down, taking the blame and sacrificing everything for a family that viewed her as nothing more than a disposable blood bag and a financial pawn.
The resignation that had clouded her eyes for so long vanished, replaced by the absolute, zero-degree cold of a glacier.
Ripping the IV from her hand and leaving her family in stunned silence, Alysia walked straight out of the hospital.
She had exactly forty-six hours to find a husband to secure her inheritance, and she knew exactly which ruthless billionaire CEO to target to help her burn the Kent family to the ground. From Rejected Omega to the Supreme Alpha's Queen
Werewolf I stood before a polished black headstone, tracing the gold letters of my own name.
Five years ago, my Fated Mate, Clayton, rejected me in a blizzard because I was a "useless Omega" who couldn't shift. He left me to freeze to death so he could mate with my sister, Ainsley, claiming it was necessary for the pack's genetics.
Now, Clayton stood behind me, trembling as he dropped a bouquet of wilted lilies.
He thought I was a ghost. But when he realized I was alive, the shock turned into arrogance. He tried to use his Alpha Command to force me to my knees.
My family was even worse. When I walked into the pack house, my father accused me of treason for "faking my death." My aunt tried to slap me for being disrespectful. They demanded I donate my blood to save my father's life, still treating me like a disposable resource.
They didn't realize that the pressure crushing the room wasn't coming from them—it was coming from me.
They had thrown away a Royal White Wolf to keep a human pretending to be a shifter. The irony was suffocating.
I didn't flinch when they threatened me. I just smiled and let my true aura explode, turning the air to ice.
"You rejected me for being weak," I whispered, my eyes flashing silver.
Then, the doors blew off their hinges. My husband, the Supreme Alpha, walked in and grabbed the elders by the throat.
"You just declared war on the Blood Moon Pack." Beyond the Script: My Own Path
Fantasy The dull throb behind my eyes was just the beginning. I blinked, and golden text shimmered in the air: "Divorce Day! The classic starting point for the wife-chasing crematorium!" I was Ethan Miller, a tech entrepreneur who' d just coded for 36 hours straight. But the man in the mirror was Liam Stone, a cold CEO infamous for mistreating his wife, Olivia.
A divorce agreement lay before me. The words weren't just floating text; a flood of Liam's memories poured into my mind. This man, driven by obsession for a manipulative ex, Sarah Jenkins, was destined for a miserable end. The toxic story was supposed to lead to Olivia's humiliation and suffering.
Hovering comments confirmed it: "He' s definitely thinking about his precious Sarah right now." They expected me to act like the jerk Liam was, to prolong Olivia' s pain, and then spend 200 chapters groveling. They wanted the "crematorium."
But I wasn't Liam. I wouldn't live his pathetic life. With a decisive flick of my wrist, I signed the divorce papers. "It's done. You're free." The floating comments flickered, then vanished.
The plot was broken. My phone buzzed with a call from Sarah Jenkins. The "white moonlight." I didn't answer. I blocked her number. Then I fired the head of marketing for embezzling company funds to pay for Sarah's lavish lifestyle.
My father, Richard Stone, confronted me, demanding I beg Olivia for forgiveness and threatening disinheritance. His words were harsh: "You will not see another penny from this family or this company."
"Okay," I said. "You can have the company. You can have the family inheritance. I don't want it." I walked away from everything, the chorus of confused comments a soundtrack to my liberation.
Later, at a charity gala, I watched them circle: Sarah, Mark Davies (her accomplice), and Olivia. The original story slated this night for Olivia's ultimate downfall. They had conspired to plant false rumors and even faked an accident that led to Olivia' s miscarriage.
But I had other plans. With a tap on my phone, security footage of Sarah and Mark' s damning conversation, detailing their schemes including the "accident" that caused Olivia' s miscarriage, filled the screens. "You were so quick to believe the worst of me. You never once questioned your 'best friend'. You never once used your own judgment. You let them play you like a fiddle."
I left the chaos behind. My father called, begging for forgiveness now that the truth was out. Olivia, too, whispered apologies. But my answer was cold: "The man you married, the Liam Stone who was obsessed with Sarah and cruel to you, that man is dead. He was killed by you, by Sarah, by Mark, by my father. You all had a hand in it. So don't talk to me about the past."
A few days later, Olivia showed up at my new penthouse. She wanted to understand. "My tragedy was being born as Liam Stone in the first place." I told her. "I have no love for you, Olivia...You are a stranger to me. And I'd like you to leave my home now."
I wanted peace. I wanted to build. And I would. Destined Hearts: From Contract To Love
Romance Ava Hayes, a celebrated star, was on top of the world.
Her life was a meticulously managed canvas of sold-out concerts and acclaimed films.
But one quiet family dinner shattered her carefully constructed reality.
Her parents, with somber faces, dropped a bombshell: an arranged marriage.
Not just any marriage, but a binding promise made generations ago, tying her to the powerful Grayson family.
It felt like a bizarre relic from a bygone era, an unexpected contract in an already public life.
Despite her confusion, Ava agreed, pragmatic as always; her love life wasn't a priority anyway.
She soon found herself inexplicably drawn to Liam Grayson, the strikingly handsome and intensely private CEO she was suddenly married to.
His thoughtful gestures and quiet care slowly began to chip away at her composure, making her question everything she thought she knew about their "arrangement."
Yet, doubts festered.
Liam's tenacious ex-admirer and the media's relentless speculation about her own professional ties ignited a fierce jealousy within her.
Why did it sting so much to see him with another woman? Why did she care?
Was this just a contract, or was something far more complicated-and terrifyingly real-unfolding?
Then came the bungee jump, a terrifying plunge that unexpectedly revealed the terrifying truth: Liam was her anchor, her safe harbor in a chaotic world.
His protective fury over her fabricated scandal and injury, his raw, unadulterated jealousy, finally ripped away the facade.
It was time for Ava to stop pretending, to acknowledge the undeniable force that had taken hold, and for both of them to claim their love-on their own terms. The Husband Who Threw Me Away
Billionaires I was Elara, an orphaned girl embraced by foster parents, now the wife of Julian Vance.
Our marriage, two years strong, coincided with a miraculous turnaround in Julian's health and fortune, earning me the quiet title of the family' s 'lucky charm' .
But then, my estranged half-sister, Chloe – the one my wealthy biological family kept – dramatically reappeared.
She accused me, with theatrical tears, of manipulating everyone and driving her away.
Julian, without a moment's hesitation or a single glance at my visibly rounded stomach, cast me aside, his face a mask of cold fury.
I was banished to a desolate 'wellness retreat,' a euphemism for a hellhole where public humiliation was daily bread and I endured three years of unspeakable degradation.
There, alone on a cold floor, I tragically lost our unborn baby.
Upon my return, a mere husk, I overheard Julian dismiss me as a discarded 'rabbit's foot,' and shortly after, Chloe set fire to the boathouse where she'd confined me, intending to burn me alive.
The crushing weight of their betrayal hit harder than any physical blow: I was never Julian' s wife, never family; just a disposable vessel for their 'luck,' discarded once my purpose was seemingly served.
How could Julian, my own husband, be so blind, so callous?
And what kind of monster actively orchestrates another's living hell, then tries to erase them entirely?
But I refused to be extinguished.
Pulled from the literal and metaphorical ashes by my loving foster parents, the naive victim they knew perished that night.
From the remnants of despair, a new Elara rose, transforming their small farm into 'Elara' s Harvest,' a thriving empire built on integrity and true strength – ready for vengeance, or perhaps, something far more satisfying. Not Just a Horse: The CEO's Unstoppable Revenge
Billionaires The quarterly board meeting was standard, a high-stakes, productive morning for me, Scarlett King, CEO of King Global. My phone vibrated discreetly on the mahogany, a text from my oldest friend, Maria, flashing urgently across the screen.
"Scarlett. Urgent. Check this link. I'm so sorry." The link opened an Instagram reel, and my blood ran ice cold. It was Desert Mirage, my champion Arabian stallion-a treasured legacy from my grandfather-terrified, his magnificent coat matted with cheap glitter. A woman, Tiffany Starr, brutally yanked his reins. Then, sickeningly, my husband Ethan's laugh echoed, encouraging her.
The caption seared: "Ethan says I can handle anything! Even this rich bitch's pony." My hands clenched. When I called, Ethan sounded annoyed. "Scarlett? Tiffany was just having fun. He's just a horse." He hung up, dismissing me as "uptight" to someone nearby, the line going dead.
"Just a horse." My horse. My legacy. He dismissed it. He dismissed me. He sided with her. This wasn't mere abuse; it was a public desecration of my soul's depth, my family's legacy. The humiliation was a raw, physical ache, hardening into cold, pure fury. This was more than betrayal; it was a declaration of war.
I didn't scream, I didn't cry. My mind honed to laser focus. I buzzed Marcus, my head of security. "Tiffany Starr is at the Chateau Marmont. Remove her. Publicly. Serve a restraining order. Revoke all King Global studio access." They wanted a war. They would get one they'd regret. Magical Romance: My Heart Beats To Love Rhythms
Romance The moment Wendy stepped into the wrong room, she fell into the hands of Jacob, a charming devil. What she didn't know was, he had been looking for her.
The first time Jacob set his eyes on Wendy in the bar, his heart skipped a beat. The next day, he hurriedly finished his work and went back there to see her again. But much to his dismay, she wasn't there anymore. Feeling disappointed, he walked back to the presidential suite that he booked. He was lying alone in the bed, but when he slowly turned around, she found a woman right next to him. He was in awe when he recognized that she was the woman he had been longing to see again. As his lips covered hers, he felt so sure that she was the one for him, and he was determined to make her his. You might like
The Underboss's Wife, Now His Queen
Hydro Therapy I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria.
But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity.
A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love.
My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me.
Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego.
He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press.
He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan.
He had no idea she was a fraud.
He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her.
He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate.
At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her.
I didn't beg. I didn't cry.
I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play. 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.
Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Dorine Koestler I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved.
He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again.
"Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports.
For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian.
In return, he treated me like furniture.
He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste.
I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home.
So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco.
I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage.
But I underestimated Dante.
When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat.
He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away. You Cannot Afford Me Now,Fabiano
Jun Wen Tomorrow, I am supposed to walk down the aisle and marry the most lethal mafia boss on the East Coast. But right now, I am trapped inside a locked glass conservatory.
His childhood friend turned on the industrial ceiling sprinklers, laughing as the cold water rapidly filled the room.
She knew about my crippling phobia of drowning. I looked through the glass at my fiancé, Fabiano, begging him to save me.
Instead of helping, he just leaned against the terrace railing, sipping his bourbon while his men recorded my terror on their phones.
“Stop making a scene and embarrassing me,” he warned through the intercom, annoyed by my panic.
Then, his childhood friend smiled and whispered a truth that froze my blood.
“I didn't just guess your little phobia. Fabiano gave it to me.”
For three years, I laundered his dirty money, secured his legitimate supply chains, and loved him with my life.
I had confided my deepest trauma to him in the dark, and he had turned it into a parlor game for his mistress.
How could the man who promised to be my shield watch me drown without an ounce of pity?
The fear of the rising water was suddenly burned away by a cold, clarifying rage.
I picked up a heavy iron stand, smashed the bulletproof glass with my bleeding hands, and triggered my private tactical team.
Since he thought I was just a disposable accountant, I would show him what happens when you cross the woman who actually owns his empire. Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don
Ebony Pete "You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
***************
Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down? Jilted Mistress? I Am The Mafia Queen
Qin Wei I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for.
Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face.
He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability.
Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat.
He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat.
As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone.
He calmly recorded my battered, bleeding body to prove his loyalty to his new wife, Victoria.
Later that night, they dragged me into an exclusive underworld club.
Victoria and her clique poured scalding coffee on me, kicked my ribs, and played the audio of what he did to me for everyone to laugh at.
Ryan watched me bleed with eyes entirely devoid of remorse.
I lay on the cold marble floor, completely broken.
The boy who had protected me from the streets since we were kids had become a monster, trading my life and our child for a taste of real power.
Just as they raised their phones to broadcast my final humiliation to the underworld, the heavy double doors swung open.
Don Victor Vance, the city's most terrifying syndicate boss, parted the sea of abusers.
He fell to his knees, weeping as he pulled my bleeding body into his arms.
I managed a weak smile.
"Dad, you came." Escaping The Capo: Marrying The Undisputed Don
Baxy Koseluk We were celebrating our ten-year anniversary at the Famiglia's most exclusive luxury restaurant.
Before we could even finish our champagne, my fiancé Lorenzo suddenly stood up.
"Gianna is panicking. The situation requires my presence."
He walked out, leaving me completely alone in a room full of dangerous made men. Ten minutes later, Gianna posted a photo of Lorenzo in her living room, calling him her protector.
For ten years, I had managed his blood money, scrubbed gunpowder from my nails, and isolated myself from my family to protect his Capo status. But he didn't even give me a seat at the table. Instead, he paraded Gianna around the underground banquet, letting her claim my place and mock my humiliation in front of the entire syndicate. When I finally snapped and confronted him, he grabbed my wrist hard enough to leave bruises.
"You are making a scene in front of my men."
I had twisted myself into an unrecognizable knot to survive in his world, silencing my own instincts to appease his paranoia. Why did my decade of absolute loyalty yield nothing but being treated like a discarded pawn?
As I fell to the concrete, bleeding and completely broken, a towering figure emerged from the shadows. It was Dante Romano, the undisputed Don of New York.
He pulled me into his arms and handed me the ultimate power to destroy the man who had ruined me.
But the Don's protection came with a price I never saw coming. 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. 
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