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 3
That one quiet sentence landed like a thunderbolt, sending an icy shiver racing down Carl's and Paulina's spines.
Could it be that Ashlyn had never truly slipped into oblivion during her coma—that she had been aware the entire time?
And if that were true, did she know every treacherous word they had whispered at her bedside just hours ago?
The flicker of raw panic on their faces only made the subtle smile playing at Ashlyn's lips grow a fraction wider.
"I can't quite tell if it was a dream or something real," she murmured, her voice soft and uncertain. "After everything faded to darkness, my mind just… went empty."
She let the words hang, deliberately tossing them a lifeline to ease their terror.
She wasn't ready to unmask them—not yet. Finishing this too soon would be letting them off the hook far too lightly.
She had built Carl up to this point herself; tearing it all down again would be child's play.
Only then did Carl and Paulina finally exhale, tension draining from their shoulders. They had been paranoid, reading too much into it.
"It's okay, Ashie," Carl said quickly, relief thick in his voice. "None of that matters now. Don't strain yourself trying to remember. The important thing is you're awake, and you're safe."
"Maybe we shouldn't press Ashie too hard right now," Paulina added with a gentle smile. "She has been through so much already. There'll be plenty of time to catch up later."
Terrified that more talk might jog unwanted memories, the pair scrambled for a flimsy excuse and hurried out of the room.
As they practically fled in a flurry of nerves, a cool, knowing smile curved Ashlyn's lips.
They actually believed confiscating one phone had trapped her in isolation. How laughably naive.
If Paulina had lingered a moment longer, she would have instantly recognized the sleek device now resting in Ashlyn's palm—it was hers.
Ashlyn unlocked it without hesitation and dialed a number she hadn't touched in years.
The last time she had made this call was seven years ago—right before she vanished from the Deity Syndicate.
The line connected almost instantly.
"Hello?"
Hearing that familiar voice, a faint, genuine smile tugged at Ashlyn's lips. She spoke softly, yet with unmistakable weight. "Michael."
"Miss Marsh!"
On the other end, Michael Gibson froze, the phone nearly slipping from his fingers.
That single word was all it took. No one else carried that quiet command, the kind that once made the entire underworld snap to attention.
Only the woman who had single-handedly ruled the global shadows deserved such instinctive reverence.
"Miss Marsh—it's really you! Seven years. Seven long years. Ever since you disappeared, we've searched everywhere. Things fell apart without you. Even petty outfits like Pale Blur have been walking all over us…"
Ashlyn lowered her gaze, her tone calm but edged with steel. "Spread the word. I'm back."
...
That very day, word ripped across the globe like wildfire that the long-lost heiress of the Deity Syndicate—the woman who had vanished without a trace for seven whole years—was finally coming back.
Night settled over Prexfield like a heavy velvet curtain.
The Willis family stood as one of the oldest, most shadowy arms dynasties in the continent, the unchallenged kings of the worldwide weapons trade.
On the global stage, their influence rivaled the Deity Syndicate's blow-for-blow.
Nothing of real importance slipped past their notice—not a single whisper on the international wind.
In the private study of the sprawling Willis estate, a tall, broad-shouldered man in crisp military uniform lounged at the wide worktable, his posture easy yet radiating quiet authority. This was Isaac Willis, the iron-fisted force steering the family's worldwide arms empire.
His features were sharp and arresting—clean-cut lines framing a gaze that burned with controlled intensity.
As always, he was sifting through the day's reports on family operations.
A sharp knock at the door snapped him out of his focus.
"Mr. Willis," came an urgent voice from the hallway. "We have news."
"Speak," Isaac said, his tone clipped and direct.
His subordinate stepped inside and wasted no time. "Mr. Willis, we've got a solid lead. We've found Ashlyn."
Isaac's fingers clenched around the pen until his knuckles blanched.
He wrestled his surging emotions back under control, but the edges of his eyes still betrayed him, turning a telltale red as he asked, "Where is she?"
"She is in Giphis—the biggest city in Arcridge."
Isaac slipped a hand into his pocket and drew out the photograph he always kept close.
He stared at the girl in the picture, her smile radiant and carefree, and something raw and fiercely possessive flared in his eyes—no longer leashed.
"Seven years," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Ashie, I've finally found you. This time, I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
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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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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.