Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate.
Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes."
My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life.
They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous.
They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word.
It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash.
That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."
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Chapter 5
Alessia POV:
My words hung in the air, sucking the oxygen from the room. The shock was a physical thing, a sudden drop in pressure that left everyone breathless. The silver letter opener clattered from Chiara's hand, landing with a muffled thud on the plush rug.
Victory felt hollow, like chewing on ash. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked back up the stairs to the attic room. I didn't need their answer. I had already won, not by their rules, but by shattering the perfect, scripted drama of their lives.
That night, my phone rang. It was Dante.
"Alia, you have to understand," he began, his voice strained. "Chiara... she did something for me once. Something I can never repay."
"The bone marrow," I said, my voice flat. "She told you she was the anonymous donor who saved your life when you were a teenager."
He was silent for a moment. "Yes. How did you know?"
"Because she lied, Dante," I said, the words tasting like poison. "I was the donor. I was the perfect match."
I remembered the pain of the procedure, but it was nothing compared to the pain of my parents forcing me to keep it a secret. They'd insisted the family needed to elevate Chiara's status, to forge a bond with the Moretti heir that blood couldn't provide. So they took my sacrifice and gave it to her, a gift-wrapped lie.
"That's not true," Dante said, his voice turning hard, accusatory. "You're lying. You're doing this just to hurt her."
Of course he didn't believe me. My parents would have destroyed or altered any records. It was my word against the perfect, fragile girl he thought he owed his life to. Here, in this world they had built, my truth was worthless.
And in that moment, something inside me finally, completely, let go. The last ember of hope I'd secretly harbored for him, for us, was extinguished. There was nothing left to save.
A strange calm, vast and absolute, settled over me. I was free.
"Believe what you want," I said, and I hung up the phone.
I silenced it, set it on the dusty nightstand, and for the first time in seven years, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite.
Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him.
The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note.
"Good Job."
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With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work.
She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal.
But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President.
Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train.
"You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo.
8.8
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7.3
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However, one day Rayan's ex-girlfriend sister's Oliver Hamper kidnapped Hazel and she almost lost her life, but her so-called husband didn't even come to visit at hospital even once, but asked his assistant Simon to warn Hazel not to cause trouble for him.
Hearing assistant's words, Hazel heart turned cold. Just then her phone buzzed. Olivia had posted a new photo on Instagram.
In the picture, Rayan was carrying her upstairs in his arms-like a scene from some romantic movie. You couldn't see his face, only his back, but Hazel knew that silhouette anywhere. After three years of marriage, she could recognize him by the way his shoulders moved. That was her husband. The man she'd once believed was hers.
The caption read:
"Twisted my ankle, and someone insisted on carrying me."
Below, the comments flooded in:
"So sweet!"
"Couple goals!"
"Perfect together!"
Hazel's hands trembled. Tears stung her eyes. While she'd been fighting for her life, her husband had been playing lover to another woman.
She wiped her tears away quickly. He wasn't worth it. Not a single drop.
Without hesitation, she called her friend. She didn't explain much-just asked her to prepare divorce papers. She realized that it was time for her to leave this so-called marriage.
*****
At the courthouse.
Hazel held the divorce certificate and left with her held high. Rayan looked at her back, and sneered, thinking she will certainly regret it and come to him soon.
However, what he didn't know was that the one who was going to regret was not her, but him.
8.7
To escape my toxic ex-fiancé and the father who froze my assets, I entered a contract marriage with Barrett, a cold but protective corporate consultant.
I thought he was my safe harbor. I even confided my secret, ruthless strategy to take back control of my company from my ex.
But at the most critical board meeting, a mysterious new chairman dialed in.
The synthesized voice coming through the speakerphone systematically dismantled the board and took over the company, using the exact, word-for-word strategy I had only ever whispered to my husband in the dead of night.
My ex-fiancé turned pale with panic. The board members were stunned into silence.
And I sat there, my blood running completely cold.
The man who had held my hand in the hospital, who had slept in my bed, and who had promised to protect me, had just committed the ultimate corporate espionage.
Every tender touch, every late-night confession—was it all just a calculated move to steal my life's work? How could the only person who made me feel safe use my deepest vulnerabilities to orchestrate my ruin?
I packed up my files, walked straight out of that boardroom, and prepared to disappear from his life forever.
But when I fled to my best friend's apartment to hide, I looked out the window.
The ruthless mastermind who had just stolen my empire was standing completely still in the freezing downpour, waiting for me to come down.
8.5
To safeguard his mistress, a ruthless billionaire crushes the fingers of his own wife, destroying her future as a pianist. This brutal betrayal shatters her heart and ends their marriage in blood. Years later, she returns as a transformed, powerful woman, no longer the victim he once knew. As she seeks justice for her ruined dreams, the man who broke her finds himself consumed by regret and a desperate, obsessive need to reclaim her.
9.0
After giving birth, I lost my beauty when I started gaining weight in all the wrong places.
Stretch marks. Soft stomach. Tired eyes.
The same body that carried our child became the body my husband couldn't stand to look at.
"I can't take you anywhere like this."
That was what Marcus Hawthorne my powerful, untouchable CEO husband said to me the night he stopped bringing me to events.
The whispers started after that.
She let herself go.
He deserves better.
How embarrassing for a man like him.
I heard them all.
And Marcus?
He never defended me.
Instead, he grew colder crueler and distant each day.
The same man I sacrificed my everything for made me feel like I was no longer worth loving.
And when tragedy struck and I lost the only thing keeping me togheter -our child.
I realized the bitter truth not only was I meant to grieve a failed marriage alone but a dead child too because Marcus didn't hesitate to replace us with his new family.
And that was the breaking point for me.
Determined to start over, I fled the country for my own sanity.
Worked on the weight that had made me feel unattractive.
Rebuilt the career I had abandoned for love until I became the successful woman I was always meant to be.
Now seven years later I'm back.
And guess who can't take his eyes of my new body?
Marcus!
Only he isn't the man I left behind. He's now being haunted with a very serious problem.
One that only I could help him with and he's ready to do whatever it takes to get me back.
But here's the problem.
The woman who would have forgiven him no longer exists.
And this woman here?
She's not sure if she want to have anything to do with him again.