Fall From Grace, Rise To Reign

For six years, Lainey devoted herself to Jeremy, earning only ridicule from their social circle. Everything changed when she overheard him tell his lover, "She's nothing but a lapdog." Heartbroken, Lainey found solace with a supposed escort. People thought it was a ploy to win Jeremy back, but Lainey only scoffed. "He's just a housekeeper's son faking his status. Without me, he's nothing." Then everyone realized she was the real powerhouse, owning both elite society and the underworld. Jeremy begged in vain; Lainey never looked back. Her new man, supposedly a gigolo but secretly high society's elite, kissed her before Jeremy. "Your ex is pathetic."

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"So what now, you don't even know what to do next?" Lainey White murmured, a daring curve to her lips.

Night had settled in, and a light drizzle traced quiet rhythms against the car windows.

She tipped his chin up with two fingers.

The man caught her wrist, his gaze turning molten.

An hour earlier.

Clutching a band, Lainey had been ready to make a commitment to her boyfriend Jeremy White-only to overhear him pouring his devotion out to his true love, Erin Carter.

That was when she finally understood that despite her status and six years of chasing the housekeeper's son, she had never claimed a place in his heart. She had only been his convenient amusement.

Six years of longing and loyalty meant nothing more than a punchline to him.

Back in the present, a crooked, bitter smile tugged at Lainey's lips.

If that was the game, then she would play her part to the end.

This would be the moment she buried every last feeling she had for Jeremy.

Outside, the rain thickened, and inside the car, shadows swayed as heat pooled.

When the heat finally ebbed, moonlight spilled through drifting clouds and scattered stars.

Lainey reached into her toppled handbag, drew out a sleek card, and slid it into the man's waistband with nimble fingers.

"Impressive work. Let's make this a standing arrangement."

As she pushed open the car door to step out, the man's hand shot out and caught her wrist.

Lainey glanced back over her shoulder, one brow arching in mild curiosity.

"What are you really after?" he asked.

With a teasing smile, she tipped his chin up again, locking eyes with him.

"Learn some self-control. Same time tomorrow."

With that, she slipped from the car without another glance, her scarlet velvet dress blazing against the dark street.

He watched her disappear, his gaze tangled with emotions he couldn't name.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roberts. I should have noticed her getting into your car. I accept whatever punishment you decide."

A man in black bent forward in a deep bow.

Dylan Roberts pulled his eyes away, his features settling back into cold composure.

"Was that a red dress?"

"Yes, Mr. Roberts," Ian Douglas answered on reflex, his eyes widening the next second. "Sir, can you see colors again?"

Dylan's lashes lowered as he struck a match and lit a cigarette.

"No. Just her dress."

Fifteen years ago, an accident had drained the world of color for him, leaving everything in shades of gray.

As the head of the Roberts family, who steered the nation's economy, that flaw was a dangerous secret.

In spite of exhausting every option, even the world's finest eye specialists had failed him.

By some strange twist of fate, that woman had brought colors back into his vision.

If the shock hadn't stolen a heartbeat of his focus, he would never have let her come that close.

"How can that even be?" Ian whispered, disbelief threading through his voice.

Dylan stared at the card Lainey had left him, exhaling a thin ribbon of smoke as his features dissolved into the gray haze.

"Dig up everything on her," he said quietly, the order edged with cold authority.

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AGE GAP • FORBIDDEN ROMANCE • BDSM • MAFIA • ENEMIES TO LOVERS "Acting like a spoiled little girl for attention? Then you will be punished like one." The next slap hurts so badly I can hardly breathe. I whimper as my juice drips down my thighs. Jesus, I'm sick. This man just physically hurt me, and here I am, soaking the sheets. "I'm telling Papà to replace you with an enforcer who actually knows how to do his job," I manage to gasp out. "An enforcer like Damon, who will kiss your ass?" This slap echoes through the room. I swallow back a moan that threatens to escape. "A sexy man who isn't the devil incarnate who gets off on hurting people." He spanks me continuously until my skin goes numb. "Fck, oh God!" I cry out as pain and pleasure collide in an overwhelming rush that leaves me trembling. ~~~ What you just read should never have happened with the off limits Vittoria Giordano. After she was nearly shot, I was hired to protect the engaged heiress till the killer was dealt with. Simple enough, until I met her. A spoiled brat who finds every possible way to push my buttons. She laughs when I scold her, provokes me when I ignore her, and kisses me like she is addicted to the taste of my lips. I shouldn't want her. The last time I let someone in, I was left a shell of a man. Now the threat is gone, and my job is over. I should feel relieved. Instead, every time I see her standing beside her fiancé, pretending to be in love, something inside me ignites and burns. And when the danger resurfaces, I don't return as her bodyguard. I return to claim what is mine.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

7.9

I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret

7.9

I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

I Left The Jester For The King

8.2

"Little Siren: I miss your hands on me." That message lit up the screen of a burner phone I found in my fiancé's jacket pocket while he was in the shower. Franco Moretti, the rising star of the Vitiello crime family, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he was "saving himself" for our wedding night out of respect. But the phone told a different story. I unlocked it and found three years of betrayal. It wasn't just a fling. It was Camilla, a girl from high school I had befriended out of pity. I watched their history unfold. He complained that I was cold. He called me a statue. Then I saw the invoice. He had bought two identical pink diamond engagement rings. One for me, and one for her. Worse, he had stolen my grandmother' s heirloom jade bracelet-a piece of history meant for his bride-and given it to his mistress. "I need her name to get the chair," he texted her. "You are my true Queen." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I realized I wasn't a person to him; I was a ladder. Leaving him would be too easy. Leaving is what victims do. I walked to my laptop and opened a new document. I wasn't just going to cancel the wedding. I was going to broadcast his ruin to the entire underworld, and our wedding would be my stage. Then, I picked up the phone and dialed the one number my father forbade me to call. "I accept," I told the deep voice on the other end. "You understand what you are agreeing to, Gianna?" Enzo Falcone asked. "I understand," I said, looking at the New York skyline. "You want an alliance. I want a weapon."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Married the Mafia Boss While Pregnant

8.2

To have a child with her husband, who had fertility issues, she agreed to undergo in vitro fertilization. However, she inadvertently discovered that she had been used as a means to have a child by her husband and his mistress. The embryos used in the procedure had been swapped by her husband, replacing them with his sperm and the mistress's egg. Devastated by the betrayal, she decided to go to the hospital to terminate the pregnancy. Yet, the doctor revealed an unexpected twist: due to a nurse's mistake, the child she was carrying was actually hers and that of a stranger. And this stranger turned out to be the mafia leader! Thus began a series of unforeseen complications.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend

8.4

To settle her father's massive debts, a young woman is forced into a marriage of convenience with his powerful billionaire friend, a man deeply entrenched in the dangerous mafia underworld. Trapped in a cold union born of obligation, she must navigate a world of luxury and lethal secrets. As she adjusts to her new life with a ruthless protector, the line between fear and desire blurs, challenging everything she knows about loyalty.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

7.8

Shadows of the Moon Bond: Sold to the Alpha Don's Fated Rejection

7.8

Elena Voss was sold like a debt receipt. Her greedy aunt and uncle handed her over to Damien Blackthorn-New York's untouchable billionaire tech mogul by day, ruthless Mafia Don and Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack by night-to settle a family debt they never asked her to pay. The moment their eyes met in that rain-soaked alley, the fated mate bond ignited like wildfire. For one reckless night, he claimed her body and soul, whispering "mine" against her skin while the Moon Goddess sealed their destiny. Then came the betrayal. On their first anniversary, he paraded his pureblood fiancée through their penthouse, let her kneel for him in the study while Elena watched from the shadows, and divorced her in front of the entire pack. "Wolfless trash," he snarled. "You were never more than payment." Heart in pieces and two tiny heartbeats growing inside her, Elena fled. She vanished into Seattle's gray drizzle, changed her name, cut her hair, and built a quiet life as a single mother. She swore the Blackthorn name would never touch her twins-Leo and Luna, the secret heirs he didn't even know existed. Five years later, the children's first uncontrolled shifts rip through their small apartment like lightning. The only place that can teach them control and keep them hidden from rival packs is back in New York-back under Damien's shadow. The Alpha Don who once threw her away is now obsessed. The fated bond never died; it only waited. He feels her every laugh, every tear, every protective growl she gives their children. He'll burn his empire, his alliances, and his pride to drag her back. But Elena isn't the broken girl he discarded anymore. She's a mother with claws. A luna who learned to bite. And this time, if he wants her forgiveness, he'll have to beg on his knees. Pregnancy. Divorce. Secret babies. Billionaire alpha. Mafia power plays. Revenge that burns slow and sweet. Some bonds can't be broken. Some rejections come with claws. And some second chances are paid for in blood.

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