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I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire. On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own. "Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy." My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry. He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance. I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever. Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network. The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun.

I woke up freezing in a dark alley with no memory of the last five years, only to stumble back to my powerful mafia family. They wept and told me I had been murdered on my sixteenth birthday. But the real nightmare wasn't my death—it was the man who refused to let my corpse go. Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of Chicago, went completely mad. He locked my lifeless body in a secret vault, dressing me in pristine silk and worshipping my ghost in the dark. My brothers had to risk their lives to steal my "body" back just to give me a proper burial. Now, he has discovered my tomb is empty, and his hounds are tearing the city apart to find the thieves. "If the Wraith finds out she is breathing, he will lock her in a gilded cage forever." My father's terrified warning rings in my ears. I am trapped in my own home, shivering as fragments of my coma return. I can still feel Damien's phantom kisses and hear his obsessive, necrophilic whispers in the pitch black. Tonight, he forced his way into our estate and stood in my bedroom, desecrating my clothes while I hid breathless in the closet. Tomorrow is the charity gala. My family is risking a mafia war to smuggle me out of the city, and I must escape before the dark king drags me back to my grave.

THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INCLUDING BESTIALITY🔞 "I want to fuck you," I said before my mind could even process the thought. "I am not sure, Ethan," he muttered. "It might be kinda painful, and I don't want to make too much noise and bring my dad up here." "It does look like it's going to be painful, but I promise I'll be gentle." "Have you done it with anyone before-" "What? No," I cut in. "You're my first. This is the first time I'm with someone... like this. Ever." He lowered his head for a while and looked back at me. "Me too." ___ I've spent my whole life pretending to be normal. Keeping my head down and blending in just as Father asked. I was doing fine... until Derek. From the first day I saw him, something inside me shifted. It was instant, like my wolf had lifted its head and decided, him. But Derek hates me, and I don't know why. I crave the fire in his eyes when he's angry. I crave the way his jaw tightens when I get too close. I crave his attention even when it burns. Wanting a human is forbidden, and Derek wasn't just any human. He's an Ashbound, a hunter. I can't walk away. I can't stop imagining what his mouth would taste like if he kissed me instead of spitting insults. He can push me, threaten me. He can swear he'll never love someone like me. It won't change the truth. One day, Derek is going to look at me and feel exactly what I feel. And when he does- I'll be right there, waiting.

Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one, the shy one. She stayed in the background, blending in, never getting noticed. She liked it that way. So when she's forced to move schools, she isn't happy. Everyone notices the new kid, and she doesn't want that kind of attention. Especially not from Mr. Bad Boy, who seems a little too interested in her. "She's shy," Brooke shrugged, glancing at Indianna, who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else but in the classroom with them. "Well, come on," Greyson said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I don't bite." Indianna stiffened just like before. "Don't say that," she replied quietly, but there was firmness in her tone now. Greyson raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk forming on his lips. "Did I hit a nerve?" he asked. "Guess you're not as innocent as you look." This is the edited and rewritten version of Shy. All rights reserved.

I stood before the altar of the grand gothic cathedral, about to marry Julian Moretti, the grieving adopted son stepping up for the comatose Don. To the hundreds of mafia men behind us, it was a dutiful wedding. But I knew the horrifying truth. Julian and his pregnant mistress, Clara, had orchestrated a brutal plot to steal my dowry and secure his place as the next Don. In my past life, I was completely blind to their betrayal. Julian trapped me in our apartment and set it ablaze. I could still feel the blistering heat of the fire. I could still hear my mother’s agonizing screams and my little brother Antonio’s desperate coughing as the smoke filled our lungs. My entire family was burned alive just so Julian could swap the brides and put his whore in my place. I died in pure agony, filled with hatred and despair, wondering why I had trusted a monster. God hadn't saved me from those flames. The Devil had. And he sent me back to this exact moment at the altar. "Do you, Isabella Rossi, take Julian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked. Julian reached for my hand with a sickeningly gentle smile. I didn't give it to him. I tore back my lace veil and turned to face the crowd. "You are mistaken, Father," I said, my voice like ice. "The man I am bound to marry is your Don. Damien Moretti."

For two years, I played the perfect, silent wife to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of the New York mafia. But tonight, he threw a thick manila envelope onto our nightstand. It was an annulment. "Giuliana is back. She's dying, and I am done playing house with you." His first love had returned, supposedly sick with terminal cancer. He demanded I sign the papers and leave the penthouse immediately so he could rush to her side. He looked at me with absolute disgust, expecting me to break down and beg. When she later staged a fake assassination attempt to frame me, Damien blindly believed her pathetic tears. He dragged me to the hospital, ready to unleash his murderous wrath on me for daring to touch his precious white rose. I looked at the man I had shared a bed with for two years. He was supposed to be a powerful, calculating leader, yet he was completely blinded by a cheap liar and a forged medical report. He actually thought I was just a weak, greedy socialite who would quietly take the fall. He had no idea that behind my docile mask, I was 'K', the digital underworld's most elusive hacker. I calmly signed the papers, took his millions, and pulled the real security footage of his perfectly healthy ex. At tonight's family dinner, I am going to shatter her fragile facade and make the Don choke on his own stupidity before I walk away for good.