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?
★★★★★
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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 2
Lyla Rose
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"Why, her?" I croak out, my voice trembling, but not from fear. From the pain, the rage. "Why?" My eyes burn with the tears I refuse to shed, but I feel them gathering at the corners.
He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. "Because she's going to give me what I need. A fucking heir. Something you can't do." His hands drop from my face, his eyes locking on mine, unblinking. He steps back, his expression devoid of warmth, like he's already gone somewhere I can't reach. "So yes, I'm divorcing you. Tomorrow."
"I will end her and then we'll see what happens. I'll carve her open, and you won't be able to do a damn thing," I warn and I mean every word.
He freezes, his body stiffening as he slowly turns to face me. The playful mask vanishes, leaving only sharp angles and dark intent. "Rose, I swear to God, if you lay a finger on Maria, I will lock you up in the basement and throw away the key. You will never see the light of day again." He jabs a finger in my direction, his eyes wild. "Do not test me on this."
"Oh, yeah? So protective of another woman, huh?" I laugh bitterly, but my chest aches. "Protective of a woman who isn't even your wife yet."
His jaw tightens, his eyes darkening to a stormy blue. "She's going to be my wife. The mother of my children. Of course I'm protective of her." He steps closer, his voice hardening. "Something you would understand if you could carry my baby." He spits the words like venom. "But you can't."
I swallow the sting in my throat, the desperate need for him still clawing at me, but I force it down. "That's not all I am..." My voice trembles, but I push on, "I love you, and I don't want you marrying another woman. Why is that so hard to understand?"
"Why?!" I scream again, my voice hoarse, raw with emotion.
"Because I need a fucking heir! I need a damn son to carry on my legacy!" He shouts back, his anger matching mine, his voice echoing through the walls. "You can't give me that!" His fist slams into the table, rattling everything on it. "I love you, Rose! But I need a damn heir!"
"I don't need your love. Just don't marry another woman." My voice lashes out as I shove him back, feeling a spark of power surge through me.
He stumbles, taken aback by my sudden strength. "Stop it, Rose!" His voice drops, the warning low, but it has no effect. "I'm getting married tomorrow. End of discussion." His hands smooth down his suit as if he's preparing to leave, to walk away from this entire mess. "I have a wedding to plan." He turns his back to me, moving toward the door.
"I won't divorce you." The words fall calmly from my lips, even though my chest is tight, empty inside.
He pauses, then slowly turns to face me, his eyes cold, calculating, as if sizing me up for the first time. "You don't have a choice." His voice is quiet, almost threatening. "I'm ending this marriage tomorrow, whether you like it or not." He steps forward, towering over me now, his presence suffocating.
"I won't sign the divorce papers, so you can't marry Maria," I say simply, shrugging my tiny shoulders, as if the weight of the situation isn't pressing down on me at all.
He stares at me, disbelief creeping into his blue eyes. "Are you kidding me right now?" He laughs, but there's a flash of something darker there. "You think I can't force you to sign?" He leans down, his face so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my skin. "I'm the fucking mafia don, Rose."
"I won't sign it." I chant the words stubbornly, my resolve hardening with each passing moment.
His patience snaps. He grabs my arms roughly, his grip bruising. "You will sign those papers tomorrow morning before I walk down that aisle!" He shakes me slightly, his eyes wild with anger and desperation. "I will drag you kicking and screaming if I have to. Do you understand me?"
"I won't!" I scream, the sound of my voice raw, louder than before, shaking with emotion.
In an instant, he slams me against the wall, his large hand pinning my wrists above my head. His body pressed against mine, his face inches from mine, but there's no comfort, no love, just cold control. "You're acting like a child, Rose." His voice is eerily calm now, and it cuts deeper than any shout. "If you don't sign those papers voluntarily, I'll make you." His eyes darken further as he releases my wrists and loosens his tie. "The basement has no windows."
"You'll lock me up for what? So you can marry a fucking whore, huh?" The words come out as a slap to his face, my anger boiling over. I slap him hard, the sting of my palm matching the pain in my chest.
His face twists with fury, the slap reddening his cheek instantly. He grips my wrist, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. "Watch your mouth, Rose." His voice drops to a low, dangerous growl. "Maria is not a whore. She's a lady."
"I don't care! You're not divorcing me!" I scream louder, my body shaking with rage.
With a vicious motion, he releases my wrist and backhands me across the face, the force sending me stumbling. "Enough!" His roar reverberates through the room, his anger taking over. "You're giving me no choice! Tomorrow morning, you'll be drugged and forced to sign! Then I'm marrying Maria, and you'll be locked in the basement where you can't hurt her. I won't have my useless wife hurting the woman who's going to be the mother of my child!" His footsteps thunder as he storms toward the door. "Deal with it."
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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.