Waldo Friesinger
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The Unwanted Fiancée Is A Legend
Mafia For three years, I played the role of the submissive, boring fiancée to pay off a blood debt.
My mother gave her kidney to save the Moretti Matriarch, and in return, I was promised to Dante, the heir. A life for a life.
I cleaned his estate and wore his ring while he treated me like furniture.
But my silence only bought me humiliation.
Dante didn't just cheat; he brought his mistress, Roxy, into our home for dinner.
He called me a "glorified housekeeper" on a recording and then broke our engagement via an Instagram post, tagging me to ensure the entire underworld saw my shame.
When I went to return the family crest, they wanted a show.
Roxy mocked me in front of Dante’s soldiers, snatched my mother’s antique jade pendant—the only thing I had left of her—and shattered it on the dirty club floor.
Dante laughed, thinking I was helpless.
They thought I was a hothouse flower who would faint at the smell of exhaust.
They didn't know the "boring" girl had a racing license hidden under the floorboards.
They didn't know I was "Ghost," the legendary underground racer they all bet on.
Roxy handed me a spectator ticket to the Death Race, telling me to watch how the big boys play.
I took the ticket, but I didn't go to the stands.
I walked to the starting line, put on my helmet, and decimated the track record.
When I took off that helmet in the winner's circle, Dante’s face went pale.
And when Lorenzo Falcone, the most dangerous man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to wipe the blood from my hand and claim me as his own, Dante realized the truth.
He hadn't just lost a fiancée.
He had signed his own death warrant. Rejecting The Alpha Who Broke Me
Werewolf For seven years, I endured agonizing egg retrieval surgeries just to give my Alpha mate, Kael, a strong heir.
But one day, he coldly announced he had impregnated a high-ranking Beta female instead.
He told me I would raise her pup as my own to satisfy the pack Elders.
When the pregnant Beta faked a fall at the pack banquet, Kael slapped me to the ground in front of everyone to protect his authority.
Desperate to escape his suffocating control, I caused a car crash and ended up in the pack hospital.
That was when I overheard the High Healer confronting him.
The "fertility vitamins" Kael had personally fed me every single night for the past seven years were actually Wolfsbane.
He had been intentionally destroying my ability to bear pups all along.
I stared at the mate who had wiped my tears when I cried on the bathroom floor over every negative pregnancy test.
He had held my hand through every agonizing surgery, watching me bleed and beg the Moon Goddess for a child, all while secretly feeding me poison.
"I did it to protect our pups from the pack's cruelty!" Kael sobbed on his knees, begging for my understanding.
But my heart was already dead.
I forced our Mind-link wide open, stared into his terrified eyes, and spoke the sacred words of Rejection.
This time, I chose to sever our soul bond, take my freedom, and let him rot. The Cold Heiress And Her Billionaire Patient
Modern After two years of being missing, Scarlett Sinclair returned to her wealthy family's estate in a beat-up cab.
But instead of a tearful reunion, her biological mother stood in the foyer, glaring at her with cold fury.
"I thought you'd died in some ditch."
Her mother sneered, turning to lovingly hold the hand of the adopted daughter, Ashley. During dinner, her mother relentlessly mocked Scarlett's manners and disastrous past grades. Ashley played the sweet sister while secretly waiting for Scarlett to humiliate herself. They all thought Scarlett was a worthless disappointment who had come crawling back because she had nothing.
They had absolutely no idea who she really was.
How could they know that in those missing years, Scarlett had become the legendary "Miss M" and "The Surgeon"? While her family fought over petty allowances, she was controlling a life-saving serum coveted by Wall Street titans and treating dying billionaires. The disconnect was so vast it was comical. Why would she care about the approval of a family that treated her like garbage?
So, when her perfect-score acceptance letter to the country's most elite academy arrived and shattered their illusions, Scarlett didn't stay.
"I'm moving out."
Ignoring her mother's hysterical threats to cut her off financially, Scarlett packed her single bag and walked out to her own luxury penthouse. The ties were severed, and her real life was just beginning. Bound To The Apex Predator's Obsession
Romance Alexia Vaughan sold her freedom to Manhattan billionaire Holmes Fowler to keep her family from starving.
But after a passionate night, his housekeeper handed her a single Plan B pill on a silver tray, treating her like disposable trash.
The humiliation shattered her when she saw the front-page newspaper headline: Holmes was officially marrying wealthy heiress Brandon Dalton.
While her brother was beaten bloody in the streets over rumors of her being a billionaire's "Sugar Baby," Holmes was busy solidifying his dynasty.
Desperate to escape the suffocating reality, Alexia turned off her phone and fled into the city.
But she didn't know the phone contained a military-grade GPS tracker.
Holmes hunted her down like prey, violently dragged her back to his penthouse, and locked the heavy double doors of his master bedroom.
"From now on, you sleep in this bed. Where I can see you," he ordered.
Trapped in the pitch-black room, held tightly against his chest, his phone suddenly lit up.
It was a 2:00 AM missed call from his fiancée.
Tears soaked Alexia's pillow as the agonizing truth set in. She was just a dirty secret locked away in the dark, while his real life happened outside.
The next morning, after he violently kissed her to assert his psychotic ownership, Alexia stood trembling on the sidewalk.
She looked at his departing Maybach, her eyes hardening with a cold, desperate fire.
She would no longer be his captive whore; it was time to plan her escape. Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan
Romance I was the real daughter of the Montgomery family, finally brought back from a Texas farm.
But my parents treated me like a savage, giving all their love to my adopted sister, Heidi.
On the night I ran away from my arranged wedding, I almost died.
A razor-thin steel wire was strung across a blind curve, positioned perfectly to sever my head at ninety miles an hour.
I managed to brake in time and pulled the dashcam footage, which clearly showed Heidi setting the trap and wanting the "farm trash" dead.
But when I played the video for my family in the hospital, their reaction chilled me to the bone.
My father didn't ask if I was hurt, only yelling at me for causing a scandal.
My mother immediately shielded the crying Heidi, begging me to let it go because we were family.
My eldest brother even threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face, demanding I sign an NDA to cover up Heidi's crime.
In my past life, their blind favoritism allowed Heidi to lock me on a burning yacht, killing me and the only man who ever tried to save me.
I never understood why my own blood would protect a fake, murderous daughter over me.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the night of the orchestrated crash.
I looked at the hush money, and then at the ruthless Wall Street billionaire standing protectively by my side.
"I'm not just going to ruin her reputation."
"I'm going to take back the entire Montgomery Group." Reborn Heiress: Taming The Ruthless Tycoon
Mafia Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself. Mated To The Ruthless Blood Moon Alpha
Werewolf Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate. Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson
Billionaires I stood at the edge of the ballroom, a black blot on my husband’s perfect canvas. While Jensen Carlson stood under the crystal chandeliers as the master of his universe, the guests whispered that his "friend" Aubree was a much better match for him than I ever could be.
My stomach was twisting in sharp, jagged cramps from what I knew was acute appendicitis, but to the Carlson family, I wasn't a wife—I was a utility. My mother-in-law called me a "drill bit" and ordered me to drive Jensen home like a servant because his "optics" mattered more than my internal organs.
When I arrived, Jensen didn't ask why I was shaking; he just snapped that my black coat was "depressing" and told me to stop "fidgeting" with my medication. He spent the night whispering to Aubree, then came home and fed my divorce papers into a shredder, mocking me for thinking I could survive a week without the Carlson name. The next day, he humiliated me in front of my entire department, accusing me of flirting with staff just as I was about to collapse from the pain.
I had given up my PhD for this man and secretly written the code that built his billion-dollar empire, yet he viewed me as nothing more than a "depreciating asset." Even as I lay shivering on the hardwood floor because his mother locked the guest rooms to force me into his bed, he only sneered, asking if he was "that repulsive" when the pain made me vomit.
"If you're not in the car by seven, I'll cut off your grandfather's medical funding."
That was the final thread. I didn't go to the gala. Instead, I reclaimed my original patents, wiped my server access, and met him on the curb with a cardboard box and a resignation letter.
"I'm not your wife anymore, Jensen. And I'm not your employee."
As my Uber pulled away, leaving him clutching a revoked patent and a divorce petition, I realized I wasn't losing everything—I was finally starting to breathe. Too Late For Your Grand Remorse
Romance For nearly a decade, I was the perfect wife to Grant Sloan, sacrificing my own dreams to support his meteoric rise. But when I saw a photo of him at a company gala with his young intern, Kylee, his hand on her back and a smile I hadn't seen in years, I knew my marriage was over.
My world shattered further when my younger sister, Aubrie, was assaulted by her boss. I begged Grant, a top lawyer, to help her. He coldly refused, claiming his caseload was full, only to later stand in court as the defense attorney for my sister's attacker-who turned out to be Kylee's brother.
The betrayal was absolute. Fueled by Kylee's vicious online campaign, Aubrie was driven to suicide, jumping from the courthouse roof as Grant and I watched. The final, sickening blow came when Kylee desecrated Aubrie's grave, grinding her ashes into the dirt over a plot she wanted for her dead puppy.
Grant, finally seeing Kylee's monstrous nature, brutally punished her and her brother. He came back to me, broken and begging for forgiveness, even staging a grand public proposal.
He thought his remorse could erase the blood on his hands and the ashes on the ground.
I looked at the man who had destroyed my life and offered him a single word.
"No." The Wife They Sacrificed
Romance My life was perfect for ten years, filled with love from my husband, Mark, and our son, Liam, as I created beautiful jewelry. Then, a horrific car accident shattered everything, leaving Liam severely injured.
Doctors said Liam needed extensive skin grafts, recommending I, his mother, sacrifice my own skin to avoid scarring. Despite my sensitivity to pain medication, I endured excruciating procedures, my body becoming a patchwork of healing wounds, all for my son.
I overheard Liam and Mark: the "skin grafts" were a lie. My pain, my sacrifice, was for my twin sister, Scarlett, to fix a botched cosmetic surgery. My husband and sister had been having a decade-long affair, meticulously orchestrating a grand deceit.
My perfect life was a calculated cage of betrayal, the love I felt a one-way street ending in humiliation. The scars on my body burned with a different pain now, a mark of their monstrous deceit.
Rage, cold and pure, replaced my despair. I wouldn't just be heartbroken. I would burn their world to the ground. Her Ex's Lies, A Broken Love
Modern Dr. Evelyn Reed, one of the city' s most respected veterinarians, always put her animal patients first, a dedication that had earned her a quiet but fierce reputation.
But her professional world was about to shatter around the deathbed of her difficult client, Mr. Harrison, a wealthy man whose golden retriever, Champ, was her true patient.
In his final breaths, Mr. Harrison shockingly accused Evelyn of being his abandoned wife, claiming she' d taken his money and left him to die.
Her ex-boyfriend and supervisor, Dr. Mark Johnson, cruelly presented fabricated texts as "evidence," publicly humiliating her, while young interns, whom she' d mentored, turned on her, their faces filled with judgment.
The nightmare intensified as Mr. Harrison' s cousin, Brenda, and a disgruntled ex-employee, Todd, burst in, physically attacking Evelyn, destroying her phone, and further painting her as a monster, all while Mark stood by, then shoved her, demanding she kneel and apologize, cementing her isolation and despair.
How could a life built on integrity unravel so quickly and viciously, by the lies of a dying man and the betrayal of those closest to her?
With her career, reputation, and dignity in ashes, Evelyn, cornered and with nothing left to lose, knew she had to fight back. His Perfect Revenge, Her Final Escape
Billionaires After losing my family and fortune, I became Ethan Hayes's prisoner, trapped in his opulent mansion, relentlessly forced to repay a debt I didn't truly owe.
My only value to him was my kidney, a perfect match for his ailing sister, Chloe, the one he held above all else.
Ethan controlled every aspect of my existence, subjecting me to relentless humiliation.
Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, I found myself pregnant with his child—a child he believed he could never father.
I swallowed a bitter cocktail of abortion pills, vowing that this child would never serve as another pawn in his twisted game of revenge.
At Chloe's lavish birthday gala, Ethan didn't just publicly broadcast a humiliating video of my most vulnerable past; he later stood by as Chloe cruelly orchestrated the death of Buddy, my beloved Golden Retriever, my last shred of solace.
Their combined malice shattered me, pushing me to an unbearable breaking point.
How could I endure such pervasive evil, constantly reminded of a debt that wasn't solely mine, subjected to such calculated torture and public disgrace?
My despair transformed into a burning, unyielding resolve to defy him one final time.
I secretly held one devastating card: a severe anesthesia allergy, a fact conveniently absent from his records.
On that sterile operating table, as he prepared to claim my kidney, I would not just die; I would ensure his hard-won victory, his twisted revenge, and his very definition of control crumbled to ash in his hands.
My death would be my ultimate act of rebellion, unraveling his carefully constructed lies and finally granting me release. The Chef Who Refused to Break
Modern Sarah Miller was the golden child of the Culinary Institute of America Prime, her perfect knife cuts and innovative dishes earning her an easy path to culinary stardom.
Then, out of nowhere, Brittany, the clumsy, struggling student, presented a dish that was not just extraordinary, but impossibly perfect, far beyond her capabilities.
My own critically acclaimed duck was overshadowed, then my skills mysteriously vanished, causing me to fumble even the simplest techniques. Dean Antoine, my mentor, publicly accused me of fraud, expelling me from the prestigious CIAP in front of baffled critics.
I was left broken, my career ruined, cleaning grease traps in a rundown diner, while Brittany became a national sensation. How could her sudden genius be so flawless, so familiar, borrowing my very ideas before I could even develop them? Was I going crazy, or was this calculated?
Then I remembered the tiny, almost invisible blinking device Brittany wore. A cold realization hit me: her "genius" wasn't her own; it was stolen. Whatever it was, it was also actively draining me. They wanted me gone, but they had awakened something far more dangerous: a chef who understood true skill wasn't about flashy tricks, it was about rock-solid fundamentals, and I would master every single one to expose the truth and reclaim my name. The Golden Boy's Fall
Young Adult Summer Hayes, a quiet scholarship kid, poured her heart and savings into a magical promposal for her secret crush, Kingston Academy's golden boy, Ethan Prescott. He was the only one who saw her, even defending her once, making her believe he was different.
But just as she waited, her phone buzzed. Her glitchy "ghost channel" app, a live stream of the elite, showed her decorated gazebo. The chat exploded with cruel comments, then Ethan' s best friend outlined the "plan": Ethan's identical twin, Caleb, would pretend to accept, then publicly humiliate her, all while Ethan watched for sport.
Her carefully crafted dream shattered. The boy she admired was a predator, turning her vulnerability into perverse entertainment. As Caleb arrived, feigning surprise, the depth of Ethan's betrayal burned, searing cold.
How could someone so seemingly kind be so utterly cruel? The initial shock dissolved into a chilling, furious resolve. They wanted a show? They' d get one, but not the one they planned.
As Caleb approached, Summer took a shaky breath, tears stinging. "Oh, Ethan," she began, correcting herself with a tearful sigh. "I mean, Caleb. This looks like it' s for Ethan, but it' s not. It' s for you." The game was on, and Summer was ready to play to win. Strike Three, You're Out
Modern My six-year-old son, Danny, was vibrant and healthy, until my estranged wife, Sarah, demanded he donate his liver to her ex-lover, a washed-up football star.
As a paramedic, I knew the devastating risks, but Sarah, blinded by her obsession with this "hero" figure, forced the surgery through.
Soon after, in the pediatric ICU, Danny hemorrhaged and urgently needed blood - O-negative, Sarah's blood type.
But Sarah was at the "hero's" lavish "welcome home" party, celebrating, utterly dismissing my frantic calls as "drama."
My son died that day, his tiny hand growing cold in mine, while his mother reveled in the reflected glory of a man she idolized.
Then came the crushing truth: Sarah had pushed the surgeons for a riskier, expedited procedure, declaring Ace Henderson's life the absolute priority.
Still, the final, unforgivable horror was yet to come.
At Danny' s treasured Little League field, where I went to scatter his ashes, Sarah and Ace showed up for a live PR stunt.
Ace' s nephew, egged on by them, snatched Danny' s baseball urn, spilled his ashes onto the pitcher' s mound, and then stomped on them, gleefully shouting, "Strike three, you' re out!"
I was held back, screaming, watching my son's last remains obliterated by the very people he died for, by a mother's monstrous indifference.
How could such calculated cruelty be unleashed upon a child's memory, by those who should have protected him?
A part of my soul died on that dusty field, leaving only a vast, echoing void.
I vanished, abandoning my old life, certain peace was forever beyond my grasp.
But a discovery, a fragile legacy left by Danny, might just offer a path through the darkness. Ten Scars: A Billionaire's Cruelty
Billionaires For nine years, my life was a gilded cage, controlled by Wall Street titan Mark.
My photography dreams withered under his shadow, and ten forced abortions left me a hollow shell, each ending with his manipulative charm or self-pitying tears.
The latest procedure, just yesterday, left me weak, but I still had to pick him up.
I found him at the awards dinner, his arm around Jessica, his intern.
Then he kissed her, publicly, and announced her pregnancy.
“Sarah, darling,” he slurred, “Jessica’s pregnant.
And who better to mentor her than you? You’re practically an expert, aren’t you?”
The humiliation burned.
He mocked my pain, then tore my dress, doused me in champagne, and snarled about his iron-clad cohabitation agreement.
Rescued by my childhood best friend, Alex, I ended up in the hospital, my fertility gone.
Mark then falsely accused me of sabotaging his company with Alex, slapped me, and forced me to sign a chilling "consent form," threatening Alex's ruin.
Soon, I was drugged and barely clothed, shivering in a glass enclosure.
It was a depraved auction, with men bidding on me.
Mark’s taunts echoed: "Alex couldn't be bothered."
Was I truly abandoned?
My heart sank, consumed by despair.
How could this be my life?
Just as all hope seemed lost, a calm voice cut through the noise: "I bid all of it."
It was Mr. Harrison, Alex’s trusted lawyer.
A sudden, unbelievable turning point.
My rescue had begun. The Fiancee Who Came Back From the Dead
Romance I was Elara Vance, a Juilliard violinist living my dream, with a scholarship and the loving support of my charming boyfriend, Julian Thorne.
When he urgently needed my O-negative blood after a supposed sailing accident, I rushed to give it, only to find him perfectly healthy days later, laughing with friends, my half-empty blood bag casually discarded.
My "loving Julian" was a monster, boasting about his "masterpieces of revenge" – a cold, cruel game he orchestrated for his jealous friend Seraphina.
He'd sabotaged my career, fed me sugar pills after a staged pool accident, framed me for shoplifting, and even publicly humiliated me while declaring his love for another woman.
Then, I overheard his final plan: to set fire to my guesthouse during our "romantic getaway", trapping me in his apartment like a prisoner.
His every affectionate word, every grand gesture, was a lie designed to break me, turning my love into a searing humiliation and soul-deep betrayal.
But I wouldn't be his victim.
I fabricated my own fiery demise and escaped to London, reinventing myself as "Nightingale," a celebrated violinist.
When Julian, consumed by a disturbing obsession, dragged me back to New York, announcing our forced marriage, I knew the lavish wedding would be the perfect stage for my ultimate counterattack. Taming My Unruly Sister
Modern The night after the SAT ended, my sister sent me a wish list.
"iPhone for 10,000 yuan, tablet for 5,000 yuan, computer for 8,000 yuan, clothes for 3,000 yuan, cosmetics for 2,000 yuan... totaling 50,000 yuan." I am just a working person with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, and my parents are both laborers. How can I come up with so much money for her all at once?
Our family scraped together and could only give her 20,000 yuan. But she not only didn't appreciate it, but also threatened to jump off a building.
My parents and I had no choice but to borrow money from everywhere, working multiple jobs a day to repay the debts.
When my parents died in a car accident due to overwork, my sister and her boyfriend were still indulging in luxury at a five-star hotel.
I also succumbed to the overwhelming pressure and depression and ended up committing suicide.
After being reborn, I personally sent her to work at a corrupt factory, and she became obedient. You might like
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. 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.
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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? 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.
Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband
Zhen Xiang I wasn't marrying into the Falcone mafia because I was loved.
I was being handed over like payment.
My parents owed the Falcones a fortune, and I was the daughter they chose to sacrifice. On my wedding day, I was supposed to become the wife of Enzo Falcone, the golden heir of New York's most dangerous mafia family.
Then an anonymous message lit up my phone.
Want to see your groom? Go to the bridal suite.
I went.
I found Enzo on my wedding bed with my half-sister. Her dress was pushed up. My lace garter, the one meant for me, was wrapped around her ankle like a trophy.
And when the scandal exploded, no one blamed him.
His mother called me a lunatic. My half-sister cried pretty, poisonous tears. Then she revealed the final insult.
She was pregnant with Enzo's child.
They locked down the estate to silence me. They wanted me humiliated, obedient, and disposable. A ruined bride. A convenient scapegoat. A debt paid in flesh and shame.
So I gave them a show they would never forget.
I walked onto the balcony, set my diamond-studded veil on fire, and dropped the burning silk in front of every elite guest who had come to watch me be sold.
Then I went to the true matriarch of the Falcone family and made my own demand.
I would not marry a traitor.
I would marry Damien Falcone instead.
The dead grandson. The fallen Underboss. The legendary God of War.
A dead man could not betray me. A dead man could not touch me. A dead man could give me the power to destroy everyone who had tried to bury me.
At least, that was what I thought.
Until I learned Damien Falcone was not as dead as everyone believed. Substitute Bride: Taming The Masked Mafia Don
Hei Baidong I was dragged back from the countryside by my father for one purpose: to be a sacrificial lamb.
He ordered me to marry the mafia Don Damien Valachi in place of my sister. Everyone in the underworld knew that this Don's brides never saw the light of the next day. My stepmother put on a fake smile and took my hand, calling it an "honor"; my sister hid behind her, unable to conceal the gleam of triumph in her eyes.
I smiled coldly and held up two fingers: "Twenty million dollars. Now."
My father tried to play tricks, planning to take back the money from my trust fund after I died, but I had someone transfer every cent out before the wedding, leaving him a zero balance.
The next day, the wedding car pulled up to the Valachi estate. The butler ordered the driver to use the service entrance-it seemed my groom didn't think I was worthy of the front gate.
I got out and switched to an armored vehicle. I floored the accelerator, crashing straight through the estate gates. The gates shattered, and I didn't stop until I reached the main steps. I jumped out, the heel of my shoe crushing a broken iron railing, and shouted:
"The bride is here."
I looked up, scanning every window until my gaze stopped on one dark pane. I knew Damien was watching.
I brushed the dust off my skirt, raised my voice a notch, and smiled: "What, the Don of the Valachi family doesn't dare come out to meet his new wife?" My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry
Oye's Pen "You've been in denial for so long, Addison." His voice was husky and heavy with lust. "Do you really want me to stop?"
I could not bring myself to say no. My best friend's stepdad was like the devil, making me find so much pleasure in sin.
"You can't even say no," he chuckled, letting go of my hand finally. They moved to my face and he stared into my eyes, while his other hand still worked wonders between my legs.
"Don't make me do this," I finally said, moaning the words out. "Please."
"Tell me to stop one more time and I will," he mumbled.
"Please, st-" I didn't complete my words because he captured my lips with his.
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Addison Rodriguez never expected to feel any sexual tension or fall in love with her best friend's stepdad. As she surrenders to the sexual tension, her loyalty to her best friend wavers, especially when she finds out that he is secretly a Mafia Lord trying to hide in plain sight and that her best friend's life is in danger, her loyalty is tested even further. Would she reveal his secret to protect her best friend, or keep it to protect her love?
Dying To Escape The Obsessive Mafia Don
Priority I spent three excruciating years building an underworld empire for Cassius, only for him to give the ultimate symbol of his protection to a fragile girl named Serena on the very day he proposed to me.
My biological brother Julian, my protector Enzo, and my ally Lucian all followed suit, prioritizing Serena's fake tears over my life.
They forced me into a lethal bone marrow extraction to save her. When I welcomed the agony—using it to trigger my system's extraction protocol, my only way home to the real world—they violently aborted the procedure. They accused me of twisted manipulation and locked me in a high-security medical prison. There, they handed my care over to Serena, who tortured me in secret, calibrating my pain to hover just below the medical alarms.
"You will live," she whispered, "so that you may watch them choose me—until the act itself becomes a prayer."
I didn't understand. Why was my physical agony never enough to make them stop, yet a single tear from Serena became their absolute law? Why wouldn't they just let me die so I could go home?
Then I saw my real brother Arthur, exhausted by my hospital bed, through the system feed—and I realized I couldn't die. Not yet.
I wiped all emotion from my face and calmly signed the papers for their live public reconciliation broadcast.
Before I leave this world for good, I will tear Serena's perfect facade to pieces. Jilted Fiancée? No, The Billionaire Heiress!
Luo Xi I hid my identity as the heiress of a top-tier wealthy family just to build a normal, quiet life with my fiancé, Jefferey.
We had just picked out our dream villa, but a sudden bank notification shattered my illusion.
The entire $7.8 million from our joint trust fund had been wired to a woman named Jessie Barr.
When I hacked into his synced tablet, the truth hit me like a truck. Jessie wasn't just a stranger; she was his secret lover.
They even had a four-year-old son who shared Jefferey's exact eyes.
"The money is in your account. Our future is secure now. I'll leave her soon."
Reading his messages to her, I realized my three years of devotion were nothing but a long con.
I was just the final "project" he needed to fund his real family.
He used my resources, my connections, and my money to build a life in the shadows with his true love, treating me like a naive piggy bank he could discard at any moment.
I had given up my absolute power for a man who fed me nothing but lies.
But Jefferey forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just some helpless woman he could ruin.
I calmly closed my laptop and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years.
"Mom, I was wrong. I'm ready to accept the Romero family's marriage alliance."
It was time to gut his company and take everything he owned. 
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