His Betrayal, My Revenge: A Mafia Romance
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
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Chapter 2
Alessia POV:
Santino walked in just as Valentina's fingers fumbled with the top button of his shirt. His eyes, dark and stormy, landed on me.
"What the hell are you doing, Alessia?"he snarled.
"I'm restoring a little dignity to this house,"I said, not taking my eyes off Valentina's panicked face.
"You're harassing a pregnant, grieving woman. You're destroying our family's unity."His voice was low, a dangerous growl that once would have made me shrink. Now, it just fueled the ice in my veins.
He stepped between us, putting a protective hand on Valentina's shoulder. "She's carrying Marco's child. It's my duty to care for her. You need to understand that. You need to show some compassion.”
The hypocrisy was so thick I could taste it. Duty. He talked of duty while he disrespected our vows, our family bond, right in front of me.
"I understand perfectly,"I said, my voice sharp. "You've made your priorities clear. So I'll make mine clear, too. I want an annulment.”
The word hung in the air, heavy and shocking. In our world, marriage was a sacrament, a binding contract between families. Annulment was a declaration of war.
Santino's face went rigid. For a second, I thought he might actually see the abyss that had opened between us.
Then he scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. You're emotional."He waved a dismissive hand. "You want a new car? I'll buy you a new car. You want another house? Pick one.”
He thought he could buy my silence, my compliance. He had no idea who he was dealing with anymore. He was still talking to the ghost of the girl I used to be.
That's when Valentina started her performance. A single tear tracked down her cheek. Her bottom lip trembled. "Oh, Santino,"she whispered, her voice choked with manufactured sorrow. "This is all my fault. I've come between you. I should just go…”
It was a masterstroke of manipulation, and Santino fell for it completely.
"No,"he said, his voice instantly softening as he turned his full attention to her. He pulled her into a gentle hug. "You're not going anywhere. Don't listen to her. She's just upset.”
He glared at me over Valentina's head, his eyes filled with accusation. He was protecting his liaison partner from his wife.
My anger, cold and precise, found its voice. "You stand there and comfort her after you spent last night massaging her feet in my kitchen?"The words were quiet, but they hit him like a physical blow.
Valentina, sensing his resolve wavering, upped the ante. Her quiet tears turned into shuddering sobs. "I can't stay here,"she cried into his chest. "I can't be the reason your marriage falls apart. I'll go. I'll raise the baby alone…”
It was the perfect move. The threat of leaving, of taking the last piece of his dead brother away, cemented his misplaced sense of protection.
He held her tighter, completely ignoring the fact that I was still in the room. He ignored the pain etched on my face, the finality in my voice.
"This is your safe harbor, Valentina,"he murmured to her, his voice a low promise. "This is your home. You will never, ever leave.”
It was the final insult. He had given her my home, my husband, my life.
He didn't even look at me. He just stood there, stroking her hair, whispering comforting words to her. In that moment, I wasn't his wife. I wasn't even there.
And that was the moment Alessia Bianchi, the wife, died. And Alessia Bianchi, the thorned rose ready for her bloody revenge, was fully born.
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7.2
Betrayed by her sister. Killed by her husband.
Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge.
This time, she won't be the fool.
And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side...
she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."
8.5
Amelia, an artist struggling to live a life full of dreams and hardships, finds herself caught in an unexpected vortex after a wild night at a masquerade ball. She wakes up with a hazy memory of piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence, without knowing who the man was or what happened? A few weeks later, Amelia's life changed forever when she realized she was pregnant. The baby's father? None other than the Lycan King, a powerful and dangerous creature who rules the hidden world of werewolves. Forced into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden love, Amelia must adapt to a new life. He must navigate the dangerous politics of the Lycan Kingdom, learn to control the new powers that arise within him, and face the wrath of the King's jealous couple. In the midst of this chaos, Amelia must choose: accept her fate as the Lycan King's mate, or fight for her freedom and the life she lives.