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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Chapter 3

At the Laurel Club.

The "Diamond Room" glowed under muted lights.

Lainey paused at the doorway and saw Jeremy and Erin encircled by admirers, their laughter and flattery making her brows knit together.

Why were they inside the private room she had personally booked?

"Everybody in Carville knows the Roberts family owns this place," a man murmured in awe, glancing around. "And they only host people from elite families. Without Mr. White and Miss Carter, we would not even step past the lobby."

Erin lifted her head with a soft smile, her eyes lingering on Jeremy's side profile.

She believed she had chosen the best man for herself. She was certain of it.

Then another voice cut in. "Isn't that Lainey, the one who chased Mr. White for six years? She even followed him here. She's really desperate."

Heads turned toward the entrance.

Lainey stood framed by the doorway in a wine-red strapless gown, her presence sharp and luminous, like a rose blooming among thorns.

A flicker of darkness crossed Erin's eyes before she masked it with a smile and slipped her arm through Jeremy's, guiding him toward Lainey.

Jeremy suddenly remembered his mother saying Lainey had personally reserved the "Diamond Room" in this club, a space never open to the public and only offered to a handful of top-tier VIPs. It had to be another one of her tricks to win him back.

He knew she would never truly give up after six years of chasing him.

Even her taking back the gifts she once gave him now felt like nothing more than bait to draw him in again.

"Lainey, I do not remember inviting you to my birthday. But since you showed up anyway, why not stay for some cake. Jeremy will soon announce our engagement to everyone and I want you to witness," Erin said.

Lainey arched her brow.

"And what does your birthday have to do with me?" she asked coolly.

Erin's friend, Mia Stephens, immediately became furious.

"Lainey, do you have any idea how much a private room here costs? It equals two or three years of your salary. Mr. White even booked the most luxurious suite in Laurel Club just for Erin. Being invited is a favor. You should be grateful."

Lainey shifted her gaze to Jeremy, her eyes frosting over.

She had once been foolish enough to give Jeremy her black card to keep him happy. As a result, their identities in the public eye had been swapped. He enjoyed the prestige of being mistaken for a White family scion, while she was whispered about as a lowly social climber.

"This is interesting. I thought the White family only had one daughter. If Jeremy is the son, then who is she?"

Jeremy's expression suddenly changed.

A mocking laugh bubbled out of Mia before he could answer.

"Do you really think you can comment on Mr. White's identity? The White family has a deep legacy. Powerful families often hide their heirs from the public for protection. If you do not understand, perhaps just stay quiet and stop embarrassing yourself."

At those words, Erin joined in, covering her mouth as a derisive giggle escaped her.

"Miss White, I know you chased Jeremy for six years, and seeing us together must make you jealous. I am not asking for your blessings, but do not slander us, or Jeremy will dislike you even more."

The surrounding crowd began to cast suspicious glances at Lainey.

Seeing how easily they were fooled, Lainey didn't get angry. Instead, a small, knowing smirk flickered at the corner of her mouth.

"Is that so, Mr. White?" Lainey asked lightly.

Meeting that teasing look, Jeremy felt a jolt of panic hit his chest. A split second later, it was gone, replaced by a scowl of forced indignation.

"Lainey, that's enough. Tonight is Erin's birthday. I can ignore this once, but if you keep causing trouble, I will have the bodyguards throw you out."

A soft laugh slipped from Lainey's lips.

"Relax, I was only teasing. Mr. White, a man as broad-minded as you surely would not take a joke like that to heart. And since Miss Carter was kind enough to invite me for cake, it would be impolite to refuse."

"So be it," Jeremy said casually, turning away to mingle with the others. "Everyone, make yourselves comfortable. Tonight, I am covering everything."

Cheers immediately rippled through the room.

A faint, amused gleam flashed in Lainey's eyes.

Jeremy would eventually regret this moment.

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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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