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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Chaos erupted instantly. Guests screamed and ran to flee in all directions.

The first thing Archie did was to shield Cassie firmly behind him.

Jonathan's target was clearly Archie. He aimed his gun squarely at Archie's heart.

But no one noticed that Vivian had moved.

As Jonathan pulled the trigger, Vivian, driven by her instinct, lunged forward to shield both Archie and Cassie.

A gunshot rang out.

Warm blood gushed from the wound in her chest, staining her white uniform crimson.

A searing pain shot through her, and, with her body growing limp, she collapsed.

As she fell, she saw the shocked expression on Archie's face and a mix of emotions that flickered in his eyes.

But that flicker of emotion on his face quickly disappeared because of Cassie's sobs.

Amid the chaos, a stray bullet shattered a nearby champagne tower. Shards of glass flew in all directions, and one of them grazed Cassie's arm. She let out a sharp cry.

The moment he saw the blood on Cassie's arm, his face paled. He turned and pulled her tightly into his arms, then urgently said, "Are you okay, Cassie?! Don't be scared!"

Archie's bodyguards quickly regained control of the scene.

Holding Cassie in his arms, he strode past Vivian, who lay in a pool of blood, and shouted at his assistant, "Get a car here! To the hospital! Now!"

He never looked at Vivian again the entire time.

As if she were nothing but a stranger, thin air, or a speck of dust.

Lying in the cold pool of her own blood, Vivian watched his resolute and ruthless retreating figure and suddenly laughed.

So bitterly that tears streamed down her face.

Even if she died for him, he wouldn't even spare her a single glance.

She loved him so pathetically and laughably.

Her consciousness was fading. Just before she slipped into darkness, she seemed to hear some distant shouts. "Hurry! Someone's been shot! Call an ambulance!"

"She's bleeding a lot..."

...

In the hospital, Archie waited anxiously outside the emergency room where Cassie was being treated.

The doctor soon came out. "Miss Fuller only sustained superficial wounds, but the blood loss has left her quite weak. She has Rh-negative blood, and the blood bank is currently low on supply of this type of blood. A transfusion is necessary for her to recover quickly."

"Take mine," Archie said immediately. "I have the same blood type."

"You've consumed alcohol today, Mr. Palmer, so you can't donate," the doctor said with a troubled expression. "Besides, she needs at least 400cc."

Just then, Archie's assistant rushed over with an ashen face. "Mr. Palmer, Mrs. Palmer... I mean, Vivian has been brought to this hospital, too! She was shot. And she is in emergency surgery right now!"

Archie's previously dim eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed the doctor's arm, his tone commanding, leaving no room for argument. "Then take her blood, now! Take 400cc... No, 800cc! Make sure Cassie comes to no harm!"

The doctor was stunned. "But Mr. Palmer! That patient was shot in the chest, and she is fighting for her life. Drawing that much blood from her would kill her!"

"I said, take hers!" Archie's eyes were fierce, like a beast in wrath.

Outside the emergency room, the red status light that had been glowing all night finally went out.

The doctor removed their mask and said wearily to their colleague waiting at the door. "The bullet was out. It was just one millimeter from her heart. We managed to save her life."

The doctor's colleague asked, "What about the patient? I heard they forcibly drew blood from her..."

"She is temporarily out of danger, but..." The doctor sighed, their expression grave. "The patient was four weeks pregnant. But, because of the gunshot wound and the massive hemorrhage from the forced blood draw... we couldn't save the baby. And because of the severe blood loss and the bullet's impact, her uterus was badly damaged... It will be very difficult for her to have another baby in the future."

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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 7

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