Bloody Love

Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.

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After her high fever subsided, Vivian was forcibly taken to the hospital by Archie's men.

In the private room of the hospital, Cassie leaned against the headboard, still looking a bit pale.

When Cassie saw Vivian, Cassie's eyes wandered.

"Please don't be like this, Archie. I made that cake myself. It has nothing to do with Vivian..." Cassie said innocently.

But Archie didn't reply and just stood aside.

He looked at Vivian, his gaze was icy. Then only a single word escaped his thin lips. "Kneel."

Vivian's body stiffened.

She felt her knees had turned to stone and couldn't bend them.

She was clinging to the last shred of her dignity.

Seeing her unmoving, Archie's patience ran out.

He stepped forward and kicked her hard behind the knees.

Vivian immediately lost her balance and fell violently onto the cold floor.

Her knees hit the floor with a dull thud; the pain was so sharp that her eyes grew dim.

"Apologize," Archie said again.

Vivian raised her head, looking through her tearful eyes at Archie, who was extremely ruthless.

At that moment, when he forced her to kneel, she was dead inside.

"I'm sorry," she heard herself say numbly.

She wasn't apologizing to Cassie, but to herself, who had recklessly fallen in love with a devil three years ago.

Astonished, Cassie struggled to get out of bed. "Archie, let Vivian get up! I forgive her, I truly do!"

Only then did Archie walk over to Vivian and roughly pull her up from the floor.

"Get out," he said to her.

Vivian didn't look at him, nor at Cassie. She limped out of the room like a puppet.

From that day on, Vivian never returned to that mansion.

She went back to her apartment, where she had lived before marrying Archie. She removed her SIM card and severed all ties with the world.

She submitted her resignation to the hospital and had a lawyer draft a divorce agreement.

She wanted nothing from the divorce.

She just wanted to escape from Archie and this suffocating place.

A month later, Archie hadn't even noticed Vivian's absence.

That day was Archie's birthday banquet.

The banquet was held at a top luxury hotel in Afosso, and many celebrities and socialites had been invited.

Dressed as a hotel staff member, with a mask and cap, Vivian moved through the crowd. She had placed the signed divorce agreement in an inconspicuous envelope, ready to hand it to Archie's assistant when she had the chance.

The stars of the evening were undoubtedly Archie and Cassie.

Archie was dressed in a tailored black suit, as handsome as a statue of a god. Beside him, Cassie wore a white gown, looking as innocently elegant as an angel.

Together, they looked like a perfect match.

For the first time, Vivian saw a gentle smile on Archie's face.

At the host's invitation, Archie led Cassie onto the stage. He took the microphone, his affectionate gaze fixed on her. "Tonight, I want to say thank you to Cassie, the most important person in my life. She is my angel. She brought light into my world."

Under the gaze of everyone here, he opened a velvet box. Inside, there was not a ring, but a necklace composed of countless dazzling pink diamonds.

"This is for you!" He personally adorned Cassie with it.

The room erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Cassie covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes brimming with tears.

Standing in the corner, Vivian watched the scene unfold, feeling a dull ache in her heart, leaving her breathless.

It turned out that he could be romantic; it was just that she wasn't the one he chose to be romantic with.

He wouldn't even want to talk to her, his lawful wife, on their anniversary, yet he prepared a grand display of affection for another woman.

Just then, the doors of the banquet hall were thrown open. A group of armed men stormed in, led by Archie's sworn enemy, Jonathan Buckley. "This is the end of yours, Archie Palmer!"

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Three days after my fiancé publicly dumped me for my stepsister, the Supreme Don issued a command that silenced the entire estate. I wasn't being cast aside. I was being sold to Damien Russo. The "Broken Don." A crippled, scarred monster rumored to have murdered his last two wives. My adoptive mother, Elena, didn't cry for me. She smirked. To her, I was finally being disposed of. She was so confident I was walking to my death that she decided to loot my corpse before I even left. She forged documents to steal my entire inheritance—my biological mother’s trust fund—to pay for my stepsister’s lavish wedding to my ex. "She won't need money where she's going," my stepsister laughed, wearing a dress bought with my stolen funds. They thought they were sending a lamb to the slaughter. They thought I was too weak, too stupid, and too afraid of the monster to fight back. But they made a fatal mistake. With my aunt’s help, I didn't just find the proof of their embezzlement; I found a weapon. I’m not running from the monster. I’m going to marry him. And when I hand him the evidence that the Herrera family stole from his bride, he won't be my executioner. He will be my vengeance.

Action Mafia Romance

8.6

BURNING FOR DADDY

8.6

One touch, and I was lost."' His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy." His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time. "You're mine. And I don't share." ******* Isabella Moretti made one mistake. One night that should have stayed buried. One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell. She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body. But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants. When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be's face. It's him. Damian Blackwell Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved. Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices: Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything. A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

He Faked Amnesia To Abandon His Wife

7.3

The neurosurgeon looked at me with pity, delivering a diagnosis that severed seven years of devotion in a heartbeat. According to the scans, my husband, Dante Rizzoli, remembered how to strip a Glock blindfolded and launder millions. He just didn't remember loving me. Overnight, I went from being the cherished Mafia Princess to an unwanted stranger in my own penthouse. While I filled our home with his favorite lilies trying to spark a memory, Dante brought home Gia. She was loud, tacky, and draped over him like a cheap suit. The Capo had forgotten his wife, but he seemed to remember his lust perfectly fine. I swallowed the humiliation, clinging to the hope of his recovery, until I stood outside his office door with a tray of espresso. I heard his dark, amused laugh rumbling through the wood. "The amnesia is the most useful card I've ever played," Dante told his soldier. "It buys me time to enjoy Gia without the family breathing down my neck. Elena is a boring, safe relic. I need fire, not a porcelain doll." My heart didn't race. It stopped. The medical anomaly was a lie. He hadn't forgotten me; he was just done with me. I set the tray down silently. I wasn't going to wait for him to remember anymore. I walked out of the penthouse and dialed a number I hadn't used in years. "Get the new ID ready," I whispered into the phone. "Elena Vitiello dies tonight. Livia Moretti leaves at dawn."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

7.6

I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

His Vow, Her Vendetta

8.1

I died once. Betrayed, broken, and discarded by the most powerful man in New York. Now, I'm back. Reborn on the very day my husband, Dante Moretti, handed me an expulsion agreement. But this time, I know his secret. The coldness in his eyes isn't cruelty; it's a slow-acting poison, a betrayal creeping through his veins, fed to him by those closest to him. This time, I don't cower. I meet his icy command with a slap and an ultimatum: I carry his heir. To cast me out is to sentence his own bloodline to death. He is the untouchable Don, a king on a poisoned throne, fighting a war within his own mind. I am the ghost of the queen he tried to break, armed with the memories of our enemies' every move. I won't be a pawn in their game again. I will dismantle them all, from my treacherous sister to the viper he calls a mother. I will be the queen he needs, even if he fights me every step of the way. It's a vendetta.

Action Mafia Modern

9.1

Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

9.1

Elena’s life shatters when she is forced into a dangerous arrangement with Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his shadow, she must navigate a world of violence and secrets while he becomes increasingly obsessed with her. As Dante’s dark desires consume him, Elena struggles to survive his possessive grip. Their volatile connection blurs the line between fear and passion, leading to a high-stakes game of loyalty and betrayal.

Action Mafia Romance

Bloody Love

Chapter 6

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