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."
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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?
★★★★★
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✔️ 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 11
Lyla Rose
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I roam around the penthouse, restless and unsure of what to do with myself. The quiet hum of the place only makes my thoughts louder. I move from one room to the next, but most of the doors are locked. I can't help but wonder what's behind them, what secrets Carter keeps hidden. Curiosity gnaws at me, but there's something in the back of my mind telling me not to press further.
I approach one of the locked doors cautiously, fingers grazing the cold, ornate handle. But I pull my hand back, my heart beating faster. What if I find something I shouldn't? The feeling of unease intensifies. I can't shake the thought that there are things in this penthouse I'm not meant to know. It's as if the house itself is hiding something, something I'm not ready to face.
Shaking my head, I turn away from the door and wander further into the penthouse, trying to distract myself. My footsteps echo softly against the marble floors, but the silence only makes me feel more anxious. The walls seem to close in, and I begin to feel like I'm trapped in a place that doesn't quite belong to me.
Suddenly, I hear a loud howl coming from the forest outside. My body freezes, the sound slicing through the air like a warning. Another howl follows, louder this time, and I realize with a rush of cold dread that there are wolves in the forest nearby. My skin prickles, and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability washes over me. I rush to the bedroom window, my hands shaking as I slam it shut, locking it with trembling fingers.
The howls echo again, the noise growing nearer, and I can't help but feel like something, or someone, is watching me. I pull the curtains tight, but the feeling doesn't go away. My heart races as I stand there in the silence, trying to calm my breath. What is it about this place that makes everything feel so wrong?
I sit down on the bed, my thoughts spinning, but it's at that moment that I hear footsteps outside the door.
Carter returns and announces loudly.
"You're my date tonight," he says firmly, adjusting his bow tie in front of the mirror. "It's expected that I bring a woman. You'll be on my arm all night. Smile, nod, look pretty. That's all you have to do."
I sit on the bed in silence, feeling a lump form in my throat. I don't want to be his date.
"I don't have time for your mood, tesoro," Carter growls, his tone sharp as he steps toward me. He grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. "You want to leave this penthouse? Attend events? Have any semblance of freedom? Then you'll do exactly as I say. Tonight, you're mine. Understood?"
His thumb strokes my cheek gently, but there's a coldness in his voice that makes it impossible to ignore.
I can't hold back the question that's been gnawing at me. "How am I yours?" I ask, frowning deeply. "Last I remember, your nephew divorced me. I'm not your family. I'm not your girlfriend."
His jaw tightens for a moment, and I think he's about to snap, but instead, he laughs, a humorless, almost bitter sound. "Family or not, you're under my roof, eating my food, wearing my clothes. Tonight, you're my date. End of discussion." He releases my chin roughly, his voice taking on an edge. "Now get dressed before I dress you myself."
I want to protest more, but the words get caught in my throat. "I don't feel like going," I finally say, my voice quieter now. "What if Vincent will be there with his wife? I don't want to see that." My eyes drop to the bed, as if looking away will hide the hurt I'm feeling. I'm not sure if I'm ready to face him, especially not with Maria by his side.
"I don't care if you feel like going or not," Carter responds coldly, his voice firm as he moves toward the closet. "You're going. End of discussion." He pulls out a stunning black gown that will hug my curves perfectly, the kind of dress I would've never imagined wearing. "This is what you're wearing," he says with finality, tossing it onto the bed.
"I said I don't want to go," I repeat, my voice gaining strength, but I don't reach for the dress. My heart feels heavy, the weight of Vincent's betrayal pressing down on me. I don't want to play this game. I don't want to see him tonight.
Carter slams the closet door shut and turns back to me, his eyes flashing with anger. "Listen carefully, princess. I don't give a fuck what you want. You're going to this gala with me, and you're going to look fucking stunning while you do it."
The sharpness in his words stings, but I don't have the strength to fight him. Not anymore.
"Why?" I finally ask, the sadness in my voice unmistakable. "If Vincent's going to be there with Maria... I don't think I can handle it."
Carter's expression softens for just a second before it hardens again. He walks toward me, closing the space between us until he's standing so close I can feel the heat radiating off him. "So what if he's there with her?" he says, his voice low but firm. "You're his ex-wife now. You have no claim on him anymore. Not after everything he did." He grabs my face, his touch rough but not unkind. "But you are coming with me tonight, and you will enjoy it. Understand?"
I meet his eyes, my heart aching at his words, but I can't deny the truth in them. "It'll hurt me, seeing him with Maria," I admit quietly, looking up at him. My voice cracks slightly. "It's hard to see him move on so easily."
Carter's eyes soften again, but only for a moment. "I know it will," he says softly, his thumb brushing my cheek as he lowers his face closer to mine. "But you need to see it. You need to move on. And tonight, you'll be on my arm instead of his." He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, his voice taking on a hint of warmth. "Trust me, tesoro."
I blink slowly, the weight of his words sinking in. I hadn't considered the idea of making Vincent feel the sting of my moving on, but the thought brings a small spark of defiance. "You're right," I say, my tone lighter now. "I should go. Make him feel like I've moved on, and make him jealous. You're his uncle. Of course, he'll be pissed that I moved on with you so quickly."
A smirk pulls at the corner of Carter's lips, clearly enjoying the thought of making Vincent jealous. "Exactly," he replies, his voice tinged with amusement. He steps back, his eyes raking over me as if imagining the scene already. "Now, get dressed. The car will be here in an hour. I want you looking like the fucking queen you are."
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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.