Divorce Unleashed Her: The Mafia Empress Awakens
She was the heir of a criminal syndicate, bred to command the underworld.
For seven years she loved the wrong man, serving his family and building their fortune. Her payment was betrayal-his affair with her best friend.
During her three-year coma, he hissed, "Don't wake up."
They carried on at her bedside, then plotted her death to steal the company. She woke anyway and shattered them, rattling high society as a mafia heir and lethal fighter who ran the black-market economy.
He begged. She kicked him aside and chose the man who'd waited a decade-the world's top arms dealer. "I'm yours."
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Chapter 2
Inside the grand banquet hall of the Serenity Hotel, a wave of applause crashed through the room as the host's voice boomed, welcoming Carl's arrival.
To the sound of thunderous clapping, Carl strode in confidently, his secretary Paulina walking gracefully at his side.
The event, held in Giphis's most luxurious hotel and personally hosted by the Hughes Group, had drawn nearly half the city's elite—movers and shakers, along with every major partner the company had.
All of them gathered for one reason. To witness the announcement of the Hughes Group's next CEO.
"Wow, Mr. Hughes is absolutely gorgeous!"
"Not just good-looking—he is the whole package. Successful, devoted, and completely loyal to his wife, who has been bedridden for three years. He never so much as glanced at another woman. And get this—she was an orphan to begin with."
"My goodness, that woman hit the jackpot."
"Of course she did. Three years ago, even Raphael Nelson—the country's top medical expert—said there was no chance she would recover. Yet Mr. Hughes never lost hope. Honestly, without his stubborn refusal to give up, she wouldn't have lasted this long."
The hall buzzed with admiring whispers and sighs.
Carl soaked it all in, his chest swelling with pride almost without him noticing.
At that moment, Oliver Hall, the board's representative, stepped forward and addressed the crowd. "As everyone knows, our former CEO, Ms. Marsh, has been unable to fulfill her duties for three years due to her serious illness. The board has therefore decided to appoint a new leader to take over her responsibilities. And that new CEO is…"
Right as the suspense peaked, a sharp ringtone sliced through the silence, cutting him off.
Carl pulled out his phone. Seeing the hospital's name on the screen, he froze for a split second before answering.
A nurse's excited voice spilled through almost instantly. "Mr. Hughes, it's the hospital. Your wife has just woken up. When can you come see her?"
"What?" Carl's grip trembled so hard he nearly dropped the phone.
Ashlyn had woken up? That wasn't supposed to happen.
But not wanting to cause a scene, Carl quickly ended the call and flashed a tight smile at Oliver. "Just a trivial matter. Please, go on."
In his mind, he figured that as long as he locked down the shares first, it would already be too late—even if Ashlyn had miraculously opened her eyes.
Oliver nodded politely and carried on. "On behalf of the board, I am proud to formally appoint Mr. Carl Hughes as the new CEO of the Hughes Group."
The room erupted in enthusiastic applause once more.
"Mr. Hall, where do we sign the equity transfer agreement?" Carl asked quickly, his pulse racing now that he knew Ashlyn was awake.
Oliver shook his head. "Mr. Hughes, the contract won't be signed tonight."
"Not tonight? Then when?" Carl's face tightened, a flicker of unease creeping in.
"The official signing will happen at the press conference three days from now, where we'll announce it publicly. Tonight was simply the preliminary announcement." Oliver's calm explanation echoed in Carl's ears like a taunt.
Even after the banquet ended and he slid into the driver's seat of his sleek luxury car, Carl was still reeling, as if from a physical blow.
"Damn it."
He pounded the steering wheel with his fist, frustration boiling over.
"Carl, what's going on?" Paulina asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"The shares aren't mine yet—and Ashlyn woke up first," he muttered darkly, turning the key in the ignition. "We're heading to the hospital. We have to keep her quiet for now."
...
In the softly lit hospital room, Carl leaned in close, his voice a careful murmur. "Ashie, you've only just come around. The doctor says you need plenty of rest. Have a little something to eat first—you must be famished. Don't worry about the company at all. I'll take care of everything. You just focus on getting better in here."
Lying back against the pillows, Ashlyn watched Carl and Paulina fuss around her bedside in silence.
If she hadn't stayed conscious the whole time, she never would have believed that mere hours earlier, these same two people had been whispering betrayal right beside this very bed.
"Oh, yes, Ashie," Carl added smoothly, "I checked with the doctor a little while ago. He said you're still extremely fragile and shouldn't be around radiation from screens—it could slow your recovery."
He strolled over, clicked off the television, gave Ashlyn's nose a playful tap, and scooped up her phone with an affectionate smile. "No phone for now, either. It's not good for you. Just be a good girl and hang in there a few more days."
Until he had put his signature on that equity transfer and officially become CEO, Ashlyn could not—under any circumstances—be allowed to reach the outside world.
And the company absolutely could not learn that she was awake.
If they did, every scheme he had spun over the past three years would crumble like a house of cards.
"That's right, Ashie," Paulina chimed in gently. "Your health has to come first. With Mr. Hughes looking after the company, you can relax completely."
She delivered the reassurance with the ease of long practice, even brushing an invisible tear from the corner of her eye—no drop ever appeared, but her voice dripped with worry. "Ashie, those three years you were out… you can't imagine how terrified we were. Mr. Hughes and I both—we lived in fear you would never open your eyes again. We sat right here every single day, calling your name…"
In the past, those words would have melted Ashlyn's heart. But now, they turned her stomach.
"Is that so?" A soft, almost amused laugh escaped her lips. "During those three years of sleep… I think I do remember hearing your voices."
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9.3
He is power, control, and consequence.
She is everything he never planned for.
Lucien Blackwell rules his world through silence and precision, dismantling threats before they speak his name. When betrayal from his own family forces him to tighten his grip, the last thing he expects is her-a florist whose calm presence unsettles him more than any enemy ever has.
As unseen eyes close in and his shadow stretches across her life, she refuses to be protected through ignorance or distance. Instead, she chooses awareness, agency, and a place beside the danger.
Because some things don't survive darkness.
They bloom within it.
Blooming Under His Shadow is a slow-burn romantic suspense about power, choice, and the risk of loving a man whose world was never built for light.
9.2
I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me.
Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti.
He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield.
The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection.
"It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter."
My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one.
When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me.
He cried because his tool was broken.
He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place.
"Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck."
I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom.
I closed my eyes and died.
Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang.
It was his father.
"Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped."
I was the vessel.
And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.
9.2
I discovered the dark secret my stepmother Beatrice had been hiding for years.
When I threatened to expose the truth to the mafia, my half-brother Angelo and step-sister Carmella locked me in an abandoned Brooklyn warehouse.
Carmella stood there in my mother's expensive silk dress, her voice sweet and venomous as she confessed how she had meticulously stolen my life and my father's love.
Angelo looked at me with cold indifference, pouring gasoline over my feet before striking a match.
"You're insane for threatening to break the code of silence," they laughed, leaving me to burn alive to protect their stolen thrones.
My own father turned a blind eye, letting his trueborn daughter turn to ash just to maintain the illusion of his perfect family.
The smell of charred flesh filled my throat. Until I died, I didn't understand. I had bled for our survival, even taking a bullet for the terrifying Moretti Matriarch.
Why did my father let the bastard children of a Chicago bootlegger steal my inheritance and murder me?
Opening my eyes again, the phantom heat of the inferno faded into a cool New York afternoon.
I was seventeen again, sitting in the backseat of a Cadillac, just returning from my three-year exile in Switzerland.
This time, I wouldn't just scream. I would marry the terrifying Prince of New York and watch my stepmother's entire bloodline burn.
8.4
For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss.
When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away.
I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment.
But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child.
His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock.
Julian knew nothing about this.
“Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.”
When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum.
He didn't know our child was gone.
He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away.
In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany.
I will leave him forever.
8.1
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"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.
I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.
Fuck!
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Sinful Desires (Volume 1)
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9.8
Three women, three brothers, a single, crumpled dollar bill.
Alina's world shatters the moment she's auctioned off-and claimed by the powerful Hawthorne brothers.
Thrown into Adrian Hawthorne's cold, dangerous world, she becomes his to control... his to protect... and, terrifyingly, his to desire. He's ruthless, possessive, and hiding secrets that could destroy them both. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to tell if she's his prisoner-or something far more dangerous.
Because the Hawthorne brothers don't just take.
They keep.
Viviane has spent her life surviving, so when Julian Hawthorne "buys" her freedom, she knows better than to trust it. Men like him don't save people-they collect them. But Julian isn't as simple as he pretends to be, and the deeper she's pulled into his world, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away.
Especially when she realizes she might be the only thing he's ever been willing to fight for.
Lena doesn't belong to anyone-and she intends to keep it that way. Brilliant, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects, she enters Lucien Hawthorne's world on her own terms. But Lucien doesn't play fair, and he doesn't let go.
When her past comes crashing back, Lena is forced to face the one thing she's been running from: trusting someone who could destroy her... or save her.
Three women. Three choices.Stay. Fight.
Or burn it all down.
Because being sold was only the beginning.