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 3
Lyla Rose
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Tears well up in my eyes as the full weight of his words sinks in. He's willing to lock me up and drug me just so he can marry her. The realization crashes down on me like a wave, leaving me drowning in sorrow and helplessness.
He pauses at the door, his hand on the knob. His breathing is heavy, and for a moment, I think he might turn around, say something different. But instead, his voice is thick, laden with something like regret. "I never wanted it to come to this, Rose. But you're making this impossible." Without another word, he opens the door, stepping out into the hallway. The door slams behind him, and I'm left alone, broken.
I collapse to the floor, my sobs shaking my body, my heart shattering with every sob. I don't know what to do anymore. My mind is a fog, and all I can feel is the weight of impending loss.
Hours pass. Vincent doesn't return. The palace is silent, save for my broken cries. Suddenly, a soft knock echoes through the room, and the door creaks open. It's one of Vincent's most trusted guards, Antonio. "Mrs. Ricci..." His voice is hesitant, soft, almost pitying.
I wipe my face quickly, standing up, trying to compose myself. "Yes?" I reply quietly, my voice hoarse from crying.
Antonio steps in cautiously, closing the door behind him. His discomfort is evident as he shifts from foot to foot, but there's something in his eyes, something sympathetic, even worried. "I've never seen him like this..." He admits, his voice low. "He's really going through with locking you up tomorrow." He pauses, clearly struggling with what to say next.
"He's... having the basement prepared right now. With locks, cameras, everything." His words hit me like a cold slap, but he isn't done. "And he's arranged for the doctor to come tomorrow morning to... administer the sedative." He looks at me then, his expression softens with pity. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ricci."
"Maybe because I'm just an orphan who has nothing to offer, not even an heir." The words come out broken, whispered into the stillness of the room and the ache inside me deepens.
Antonio's expression softens, his voice quiet and kind. "That's not true, Mrs. Ricci." He steps closer, a faint trace of sympathy in his eyes. "You've given him love, loyalty, obedience. Things money can't buy." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "But he's blinded by power and legacy. He doesn't see what he has."
"It doesn't matter anymore," I mutter, feeling the deep, aching numbness in my heart, the kind that just leaves you hollow.
Antonio nods, his face somber. "I suppose you're right. It doesn't matter anymore." He hesitates before speaking again, his voice barely a whisper. "What are you going to do tomorrow when he locks you up?"
I don't have an answer. I stay silent, my heart heavy, my mind clouded by a numb despair.
"I should go..." Antonio's voice is soft, full of regret. He moves to the door, his hand on the knob, then pauses. "I have orders to report back to him." He turns back to me, his eyes full of pity. "Mrs. Ricci..."
"If you ever need anything... anything at all while you're locked up, you can trust me to bring it to you. Without telling Don Vincent," he gives me a small, sympathetic smile before slipping quietly out of the room, leaving me alone once more.
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Hours later, the morning sun is bright, slicing through the curtains with sharp rays that only make the coldness of the room feel more biting. I stand in front of the mirror, my hands trembling as I pull on a simple white dress. My five-foot frame feels even smaller, thinner than I've ever been. My fair skin has a ghostly pallor, the delicate curve of my neck now exposed like a wound. My blue eyes, once bright, are dull, the fire that once burned in them extinguished by the weight of betrayal. My chestnut hair is pulled into a messy bun, strands escaping like a chaotic reflection of the mess my life has become.
As I stand there, staring at my reflection, everything I once loved about him, the man who promised me eternity, feels like a distant memory. The man I see now is nothing like the Vincent I married.
And then, as if called by my thoughts, Vincent appears in the doorway, tall and broad, clad in his black wedding suit. His pale skin a sharp contrast to the darkness of his hair. His eyes, once warm and full of love, now look cold and distant. His gaze immediately locks onto my neck, the same neck he used to kiss every morning, now exposed, vulnerable. His jaw tightens slightly, but his eyes quickly flick at the paper in his hand, the divorce papers. The weight of them feels suffocating, just like the distance between us now.
"Sign them," he commands, his voice cold, slicing through the air like a knife.
I turn to face him, my expression a mask of defiance. "You know my answer." My voice is quiet but firm, and I glare at him, all the pain, all the heartbreak, hidden behind a wall of resolve.
His eyes flash with irritation, his patience thinning. He strides forward, holding the papers out to me. "Sign. Them. Now." His voice is unwavering, firm, the command of a man who thinks he's in control. "The doctor will be here any moment to administer the sedative. After you sign, you'll be locked in the basement."
My heart shatters with those words, but I won't let him see it. "Is that what I get for loving you like crazy, huh?" I ask, the question broken, my eyes empty as I look up at him. There's nothing left in me but this raw, unrelenting hurt.
Vincent's expression softens, just for a moment, a flicker of something, regret, maybe? But it vanishes just as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the ice-cold indifference I've come to hate. "Love has nothing to do with this, Rose." His words are like a slap to the face. "This is about power, legacy, the future. Things you can't give me." He pauses for a beat, his eyes dark. "Sign the papers."
"I won't," I repeat firmly, standing my ground, my voice stronger now, the smallest hint of defiance rising in me like a spark in the dark.
Vincent's face twists with rage. He throws the papers onto the table, his fists clenching at his sides, his breath coming in quick bursts. "Fine. Then you'll be locked up soon." He turns sharply as the door opens and the doctor enters, carrying a syringe in his hand. "Give her the shot," Vincent orders coldly, his voice as final as a death sentence. "Now."
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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.