After losing my memory, I divorced Don

I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory. I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years. I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news. But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me. After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me. "Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce." Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"

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The syndicate gala was held at a sprawling estate, a grand affair where the air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars.

I walked in with my arm linked through Caspian's.

The moment we stepped into the VIP lounge, the whispers rolled in like a tide.

Capos and their underlings stood in small clusters, their gazes sweeping over me with thinly veiled contempt.

"Look at her, the fragile outsider." A voice drifted from a corner.

"She probably threatened to jump off a roof to force him to bring her tonight."

Caspian ignored the muttered insults, leading me toward the inner circle seating.

He walked straight to the center of a deep blue velvet sofa and sat down.

Elena was already there, settling in on his right side, a crystal champagne flute held casually in her hand.

There was no seat left for me.

I stood in front of the low coffee table, watching Elena's loyal sycophants sneer at each other.

A high-ranking soldier leaned back and, with clear intent, blew a thick cloud of smoke in my direction.

"You look tired, Sienna. Maybe the mafia life is too tough for a civilian."

In the past, I would have silently begged Caspian to protect me.

Tonight, I looked the soldier dead in the eye.

"And you look like a man overcompensating for his lack of power by insulting women," I replied calmly.

"Does your Boss know you sit around gossiping all day like a bored housewife?"

The soldier's face darkened with rage, turning a purplish red.

The lounge fell dead silent.

Caspian gripped the armrest of the sofa, his knuckles turning white.

"Drop it, Sienna," he warned in a low voice.

I let out a short, dry laugh.

I turned my back on the most dangerous men in New York.

"I'll leave you to your real family, Don Caspian."

I walked out of the lounge, ignoring the renewed whispers of men predicting I'd come crawling back in tears.

I needed fresh air.

I wandered through the estate's manicured gardens until I found the magnificent swimming pool, its water glowing with a deep, artificial blue beneath the night sky.

The sharp click of heels against stone sounded behind me.

Elena stepped out of the shadows, her fake sweetness instantly gone.

"You're pathetic, Sienna," she sneered in a low voice.

"You think a few sharp words will change anything? You have no power here."

I turned to face her, a wave of exhaustion washing over me.

"Then why don't you make him break his oath? Make him divorce me and take him. I don't want him."

Elena aggressively invaded my personal space, her eyes flashing. "This family belongs to my bloodline. You are a stain on his reign."

"Let's see how much he really cares about you."

"I don't want to see—" Before I could react, her hands slammed hard against my chest.

She shoved me backward.

My heels slipped on the wet stone edge.

I crashed heavily into the water, the freezing cold rushing instantly into my nose and mouth.

The water burned my bandaged wrists, a searing pain tearing through the deep, unhealed wounds. The newly stitched veins groaned in agony from the irritation, and the gauze was instantly soaked with fresh blood.

I couldn't swim!

Panic gripped my chest as I thrashed beneath the surface.

My heavy, waterlogged gown dragged me down into the deep end like a stone.

Through the distorted, churning surface of the water, I saw figures rushing toward the edge.

Then I saw Caspian dive in.

But as I sank toward the bottom of the pool, I watched his dark silhouette slice through the water.

He swam right past me.

He reached for Elena—who had jumped in to play the victim and cover her tracks—and pulled her toward the surface.

A sharp pang of pain pierced my heart.

The very last shred of love I had for him drowned in that suffocating water.

Another pair of arms grabbed me from behind, hauling me upward with all their might.

I broke the surface, gasping for air, coughing violently as I spat pool water onto the rough flagstones.

My savior was a man I didn't recognize. He knelt beside me, his hands on my trembling shoulders to steady me.

A moment later, Caspian walked over, water dripping steadily from his ruined, expensive suit.

"Are you hurt?" he asked with a frown, his tone flat.

A cold, crystal-clear fury flooded my exhausted muscles.

I stumbled to my feet, soaking wet and shivering.

I didn't lunge at him or cry about my grievances.

Instead, using every last ounce of my remaining strength, I raised my arm and swung.

My palm struck the Don's face hard, the sharp crack echoing over the water.

The deadliest men in the syndicate gasped in shock, the sound of weapons being drawn from holsters slicing through the air around the pool.

Caspian didn't move. He took the blow head-on, his head turning slightly from the impact, before raising a hand to halt his guards.

"I want a divorce," I said, my voice trembling with rage.

"Consider that slap my parting gift."

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My husband, a Mafia Underboss, built me a perfect life. I was the Chief Resident at a top hospital, the accomplished Dr. Falcone. But my world shattered when a woman brought her four-year-old son to my clinic. The boy had a rare genetic allergy—one that runs only in my family. On his intake form, his father’s name was listed as "Emilio Thomas," my husband's secret middle name. Then, my husband’s voice came through the woman’s phone, and I saw him pick them up from my office window, a perfect, secret family. That night, at our family's most important gala, the boy ran up to me, screaming, "You're the bad lady trying to take my daddy away!" The crowd turned on me, whispering that I was the other woman. On the boy's wrist was the custom bracelet I gave my husband on our first anniversary. When I reached for it, Emilio shoved me. I hit my head on a table, and a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen as blood soaked my dress. I lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying—the legitimate Moretti heir. My husband turned his back on me, leaving with his other family as I bled on the ballroom floor. He never visited me in the hospital. His mistress, Hayden, did. She gloated that she’d planned it all, and that Emilio swore he'd never have another child after their son was born. I was just a barren, placeholder wife. But this was more than a betrayal; it was a declaration of war. That night, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test I’d taken before the gala. I was six weeks pregnant with the true Moretti heir, and now, I had a weapon.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

Alpha's Power Bottom

9.7

THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INCLUDING BESTIALITY🔞 "I want to fuck you," I said before my mind could even process the thought. "I am not sure, Ethan," he muttered. "It might be kinda painful, and I don't want to make too much noise and bring my dad up here." "It does look like it's going to be painful, but I promise I'll be gentle." "Have you done it with anyone before-" "What? No," I cut in. "You're my first. This is the first time I'm with someone... like this. Ever." He lowered his head for a while and looked back at me. "Me too." ___ I've spent my whole life pretending to be normal. Keeping my head down and blending in just as Father asked. I was doing fine... until Derek. From the first day I saw him, something inside me shifted. It was instant, like my wolf had lifted its head and decided, him. But Derek hates me, and I don't know why. I crave the fire in his eyes when he's angry. I crave the way his jaw tightens when I get too close. I crave his attention even when it burns. Wanting a human is forbidden, and Derek wasn't just any human. He's an Ashbound, a hunter. I can't walk away. I can't stop imagining what his mouth would taste like if he kissed me instead of spitting insults. He can push me, threaten me. He can swear he'll never love someone like me. It won't change the truth. One day, Derek is going to look at me and feel exactly what I feel. And when he does- I'll be right there, waiting.

LGBT+Mafia Romance Werewolf

9.7

BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING

9.7

Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in. His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why. In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last. he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing. their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her. especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov. he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her. Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart. But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.

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8.6

He Was Doomed to Die Until I Married Him

8.6

Ten days before our scheduled wedding, my fiancé, Capo Leo Gallo, came to my family's estate in the pouring rain. He didn't come to comfort me over my parents' recent deaths. He came to tell me that his mistress, Angelica, would remain by his side and hold the real power in our home. I was to be his wife in name only. He wanted to publicly humiliate me and steal my family's Brooklyn docks. In my past life, I didn't realize Leo and his family had actually orchestrated the brutal ambush that left my parents dead in a pool of blood. I endured his insults, only to be locked away in a gilded cage while they used my six-year-old brother, Luca, as a hostage. They drained my mother's trust fund, elevated his mistress to rule my home, and eventually sent my little brother and me to our miserable graves. They thought I was just a powerless orphan they could easily crush. They thought I didn't know the absolute truth behind the massacre that ruined my family and crippled the Don's eldest son, Damien Moretti. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the cold drizzle, listening to his arrogant demands. "As you wish, Leo," I said, burying my burning need for vendetta beneath a mask of hollow defeat. The moment he left to celebrate his victory, I turned to my loyal maid. "Send a message to the Mafia Queen. Tell her I am breaking my engagement to Leo. I wish to marry her crippled son, Damien, instead."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.4

Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

9.4

My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

Action LitRPG Mafia

8.7

Kidnapped by Love: My Ex Left , but a Mob Taught Him

8.7

I was kidnapped, but my ex Calvin Thornton dismissed it as a ploy to pressure him. His cruel words-offering ransom to "teach me a lesson"-left me desperate. Jasper Lancaster, a powerful figure, rescued me. Amidst danger, we grew close, and I chose him over Calvin. When Calvin later regretted, begging me to return and even risking his life to retrieve a tossed ring, I'd already moved on. Wearing Jasper's ring, I made clear my choice: I'd found someone who valued me, and Calvin's belated apologies couldn't undo the past. My heart now belongs to Jasper, and I'll never look back.

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After losing my memory, I divorced Don

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