Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)
"I'm going to fuck all of Vincent's memory out of you," he murmurs.
"You're Carter's woman now."
★★★★★
At just 21, Lyla Rose thought she had it all; a loving husband, a powerful mafia family, and a future she believed was secure. But everything comes crashing down when a medical report reveals she's infertile.
Vincent Ricci, her ruthless mafia husband, can't tolerate that one imperfection. In a brutal, heartless move, he divorces her and replaces her with Maria, the fertile woman who can give him the heir Lyla never could. But that's just the beginning.
Refusing to be discarded so easily, Lyla struggles to let go. But when Vincent plans to lock her away in a basement, everything changes. Carter Ricci, Vincent's cold, calculating uncle, steps in. He takes her to his penthouse, promising to protect her, cherish her, and vowing he's nothing like his nephew.
But Carter has his own dark secrets. And once they're revealed, everything Lyla thought she knew about him will be shattered.
When Vincent realizes the mistake he's made, regret consumes him and he comes to take her back. But Carter has no intention of letting her go. He's claimed her, body and soul.
Now Lyla must choose: Will she return to the man who shattered her, or stay with the one who trapped her in a web of lies and manipulation?
And can Carter really hold onto the woman he took through deceit, or will his dark past destroy everything they've built?
★★★★★
TROPES YOU'LL LOVE
✔️ Ex-husband's uncle
✔️ Mafia x secrets
✔️ Betrayal & forbidden love
✔️ Innocent x ruthless
✔️ Age gap
✔️ Dominant x submissive
✔️ Dark obsession
✔️ Lies & twisted romance
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Chapter 1
Lyla Rose
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The palace feels cold tonight. A chill that seeps into your bones, no matter how many blankets you wrap around yourself. The fireplace is nothing more than a flickering memory of warmth and the dim light barely touches the edges of the room, casting shadows that stretch across the floor. I sit on the couch, the weight of the world pressing down on me.
The medical report lies on the coffee table, the word "infertile" staring up at me in cold, clinical black and white. It's only a piece of paper, but the truth it carries slices through me. Vincent, my husband, stands across from me, his back stiff, his jaw set in stone.
"You're divorcing me for an heir?" I laugh bitterly, the sound hollow in the icy air between us.
"You knew the deal when you married me. You can't give me what I need." He growls, his voice low and detached, like he's already let go of me, like I've already slipped from his grasp.
My heart feels like it's shattering, but I force a smile, claws of tears digging at my eyes as I fight to hold them back. "We can adopt a child. Come on, Vincent, you know you don't have to leave me just because I'm infertile." I plead desperately, my words spilling out, raw and trembling, each one a silent cry for him to stay.
His face remains a mask, but there's a flicker, just a flash of something like pain, before he shuts it down. "Adoption isn't an option; a Ricci needs a blood heir." He turns abruptly, his movement harsh and final. "My father is arranging a marriage with a suitable Italian woman. She's fertile."
"Don't say that." I push myself up, shaking and reach out to him with a trembling hand. "I don't want you marrying another woman." My fingers brush his chest gently, but he steps away, his eyes colder than ever.
His hand shoots out, clamping around my wrist with a force that makes me wince. "Don't be selfish, Rose. You can't give me what I need. Maria is beautiful, experienced, fertile, and from a powerful Italian family. She'll give me the heir I need."
The words land like a punch to the gut. "Heir isn't all that matters... I want to be with you." My voice trembles with desperation, spilling out, raw and unguarded. My breath hitches as I reach for him again, pleading, "Please."
He stares at me for a long moment, his face softening just for a second, like he's about to give in. But then it hardens again, like a mask snapping back into place. "You don't understand. Being a mafia king isn't just about power and money. It's about family, legacy. Without an heir, everything I've built will crumble." He steps closer, his words a low whisper, but they cut deeper than anything. "I love you, Rose."
His words are a confession, but they don't feel like they used to. They don't make me feel safe anymore, not when he's already slipping away. "Just don't marry Maria." My voice cracks, and I can feel the tears pushing at the back of my eyes, but I hold them back, just barely.
He cups my face roughly, his thumb swiping across my bottom lip, the motion too tender for the brutal edge in his voice. "Then who will give me the damn heir, huh?" His words are sharp, final, like a blade to the chest. "You're infertile, Rose. You can't have my baby." His hands drop from me like I'm nothing, and he turns away, his silhouette harsh against the dim light. "I'm marrying Maria tomorrow."
"Take me to a doctor. Maybe there's a way to fix my infertility." The words spill out before I can stop them, my voice trembling as I look up at him, praying for even the slightest hint of mercy.
He lets out a bitter laugh, "Three different doctors, Rose. Specialists. They all said the same thing. You'll never carry a child. The damage is permanent." His voice is sharp, cutting through the air between us. He leans down, his face inches from mine, and for the first time in a long while, I see it, the weariness, the cold frustration in his eyes. "But if you want to waste more time and money on false hope, go ahead. The wedding is still tomorrow."
"Why are you so desperate to leave me?" I croak out, the pain in my chest expanding, suffocating me. I look up at him, my eyes clouded with hurt, trying to understand the man standing before me.
His expression crumbles for a split second, the mask slipping to reveal something beneath... something human. "Because... because I'm falling apart without an heir." The words come out rough, as if they're tearing him open. He pulls away from me, his back to me now, his voice distant but thick with something like regret. "I need a son. A Ricci heir. And you can't give that to me." He starts walking towards the door, his steps heavy, like each one is a final nail in the coffin of what we were.
"Just don't leave me because I'm infertile." My voice cracks, raw, vulnerable. I call out after him, my heart shattering with each step he takes away from me.
He pauses, his hand on the door handle. "It's not just about infertility, Rose. It's about legacy. Family. Power." His voice drops lower, and I hear the finality in his tone. "The wedding is at noon tomorrow." The door creaks open, and he steps into the hallway, never looking back. "Goodbye, Rose." The door slams shut with a deafening finality.
I stand there for a moment, the silence engulfing me, suffocating me. Then, my fury rises, the pain turning into something darker.
"You can't leave me. I'll kill Maria if you marry her!" The words burst from my chest, raw and furious.
He slams the door open again, the fury in his eyes matching mine, as if he's been waiting for this moment. In a flash, he slams me against the wall, his large hand gripping my throat, not squeezing, but holding me, his fingers digging into my skin. "What did you just say?" He demands. "Say it again... I dare you." His face is so close, I can feel his breath on my lips, and I'm drowning in his eyes, in the heat of his rage. "My family would kill you for even thinking about her."
"I will kill her before you marry her... You can't divorce me." The words come out cold, detached, my anger like ice, but inside I'm breaking.
He stares at me, shocked by my sudden violence, but then something shifts in his gaze. He throws his head back and laughs, a low, mocking sound that makes my blood boil. He releases my throat, but his fingers leave a burn. "God, I love you sometimes." His hands grab my face roughly, pulling me closer. "But you're insane if you think I'll let you kill my bride."
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8.0
On our wedding night, my Fated Mate, Alpha Cedric, left our bed to care for his mistress. He told me our marriage was just an obligation.
But the real betrayal came months later on a rooftop.
When Rogues demanded a trade, Cedric didn't hesitate. He chose to save Jayden because of her "heart condition," handing me—his pregnant wife—over to the killers.
"You are stronger," he said as he pushed me toward them.
I fell from the building. I survived, but our unborn pup didn't.
Instead of comfort, I woke up to handcuffs. Cedric believed Jayden’s lies that I staged the kidnapping for attention.
He threw me into the dungeon, shackling my wrists with silver cuffs that burned my flesh, while Jayden poisoned my food with wolfsbane.
He stripped me of my title and dignity, never realizing that the "fragile" woman he protected was the true monster.
He didn't know about the glowing rune on my chest counting down the seconds I had left. He didn't know I was the legendary White Wolf, and my time was up.
On my final night, I asked for one last ride on the Ferris wheel where we first met.
At midnight, as Cedric rushed back to the amusement park, he didn't find a body. He found only my empty clothes and a text message on the seat.
"Don't look for me, Cedric. I'm giving my wolf back to the moon."
As he watched the security footage, he finally saw me dissolve into stardust and ascend to the sky, leaving him alone in a world that suddenly felt too quiet.
7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.
8.0
Thalia Corsini's wedding night ends with seven bullets and her husband's blood soaking through her white dress. Rafael Torrisi dies in her arms before they can speak their first words as man and wife, and when she screams for help, nobody comes fast enough.
Three days later, she's at another altar. Same family. Different brother. Dante Torrisi looks at her like she pulled the trigger herself. He's colder than Rafael ever was, more brutal, and infinitely more dangerous. Their marriage is a prison sentence designed to save a crumbling alliance between two crime families on the brink of war.
But someone is still trying to kill Thalia. The attempts keep coming, a sniper's bullet, a car bomb, poison meant for her wine glass. Dante is forced to protect the woman he blames for his twin's death, and as they dig deeper into the murder, they realize Rafael might not have been the target at all.
In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, Thalia and Dante have to beat the odds.
9.0
Ashlyn was supposed to be just a fragile college student, selling her rare blood to a vicious crime syndicate enforcer to keep his dying sister alive.
But the dynamic shattered when Alex returned from a two-month disappearance. He stepped into the penthouse covered in dirt and blood, sporting a horrific, jagged knife wound slashed completely across his face.
Knowing exactly how to exploit his insecurities, Ashlyn played the role of the terrified victim to perfection. She screamed, pushed against his chest, and called him a terrifying monster. Humiliated and enraged by her blatant disgust, Alex violently smashed a marble table and kicked her out. He forced her out into a freezing, torrential rainstorm without a coat, vowing to kill her if she ever showed her face again.
What the ruthless enforcer didn't know was that her pathetic, trembling tears were a flawless, calculated lie. She wasn't a helpless, greedy girl. She was a cold-blooded corporate mastermind hiding from a family of elite assassins. She desperately needed his impenetrable penthouse fortress to stay alive, and she knew the only way to secure her place wasn't to ask for it, but to make him beg for her return.
Three days later, his sister's organs began to fail, and the hospital's blood bank ran dry.
"I'll pay you whatever you want. Just get here."
Listening to the desperate, broken voice of the monster over her burner phone, Ashlyn smiled coldly in the dark. The trap had snapped shut, and he had just handed her all the power.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
9.5
Arranged to marry the most ruthless mafia don in the city, Serafina learns early that obedience is the price of survival.
Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns.
And she is his most valuable possession.
Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property.
Matteo De Santis.
Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow.
Falling in love with him is forbidden.
Being discovered means death.
As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her.
In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion.