His Sweetheart's Cruelest Betrayal

My childhood sweetheart, Bryce, swore he'd never leave me, even after he was revealed as the long-lost heir to the Larson crime family. He was my home, my future, my protector against his ruthless new world. Then my sister, Diana, reappeared as the polished daughter of a rival Don, and he fell for her instantly. When Diana was "poisoned," Bryce didn't hesitate. He ordered doctors to take my blood for the antidote, a rare transfusion that could kill me. When she framed me as a rat, he had me thrown in a cellar. There, I was beaten, branded like an animal, and left for dead. The man who swore to protect me had me tortured and broken, all for his new love. His final act was to marry me off to a powerful stranger, a political move to get rid of me. But as the black armored car carried me to my new life, he finally came chasing after me, begging for forgiveness. I looked at the man who destroyed me and delivered my final vow. "My name is Callie Benton. And you, Bryce Larson, are nothing but a stranger from a life I no longer remember."

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Callie Vaughan POV:

My birthday arrived, a cruel mockery of a celebration. Bryce, true to his word, took me out. But it was a hollow gesture, a performance for the sake of appearances. He asked me where I wanted to go, his eyes scanning the opulent street, but his gaze was distant, unfocused.

"Wherever," I said, the word tasting like ash. "It doesn't matter."

We went to the high-end shopping district, a place we'd once dreamed of visiting when we were scavengers, fantasizing about what we'd buy with imaginary riches. We walked past boutiques with names I couldn't pronounce, glittering jewels, and imported cars. We used to press our faces against shop windows, making plans, dreaming of a future where we could afford anything. Now, we could afford everything, but the magic was gone.

He was constantly distracted, his eyes darting to every passing armored car, every elegant woman. I saw his jaw tighten, his gaze lingering on a woman with dark, flowing hair, startlingly similar to Diana's. His thoughts were a thousand miles away, with her. The unspoken truth hung between us, thick and suffocating.

My chest ached, a dull, persistent throb. It was a familiar pain, one I'd grown accustomed to. It was the pain of being forgotten, of being replaced.

We passed a young couple, their hands intertwined, their laughter light and genuine. They whispered secrets, their eyes shining with an unspoiled love. It was us, once. It was a mirror reflecting a life I'd lost, a love that had corroded. A wave of profound sadness washed over me, so strong it made my eyes water. My throat tightened, making it hard to swallow.

"I want to go home," I said, my voice barely a whisper. The pretense was too much. The pain was too sharp.

Bryce turned, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. But then, quickly, relief. "Of course, Callie. Whatever you wish." His eagerness to end our outing was a fresh wound.

Just as we reached the car, a frantic shout ripped through the air. "Mr. Bryce! Disaster! Miss Diana… she's been poisoned!"

Bryce's face went white. The color drained from him in an instant. His eyes, just moments ago distant, were now wide with pure terror. "Poisoned? How? Is she… is she alright?" His voice was a guttural plea.

"It was a rare venom, sir! Her condition is critical!" the guard stammered, his face pale with fear.

"Find the antidote! Spare no expense! I don't care what it costs, or what it takes!" Bryce roared, his voice laced with desperation. "Save her! She must be saved!"

The guard hesitated, his gaze falling on me. "Sir… the antidote requires a very specific ingredient. A direct blood transfusion from an individual with a unique, rare blood type… and it is a painful, dangerous procedure for the donor."

Bryce's head snapped up. His eyes, burning with a desperate hope, locked onto mine. A chilling premonition settled in my gut, a heavy stone.

He asked, his voice strained, "Callie… do you… do you have that blood type?" The question hung in the air, a death sentence masquerading as a plea.

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I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched. As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator. My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir. Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable. I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur. When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy. I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

Horror Mafia Modern

8.5

Cautiva de tu amor

8.5

Victoria Zabet parece a ver nacido no solo con el alma de su madre, sino que también destinada a sufrir tanto como lo hizo Candy, a pesar de nacer en una de las mejores familias y bien posicionada en la vida, esta joven dulce y bondadosa se ha tenido que enfrentar al hecho de perder la visión por un accidente, el mundo que antes se mostraba a sus hermosos ojos verdeazulados, ahora quedo sumergido en la más negra oscuridad, se propuso seguir adelante, solo por su familia, mostrando siempre una sonrisa y siendo positiva ante todo, aunque su corazón muere día a día, cree estar destinada a vivir en esa mansión que es su hogar y la que conoce a la perfección, solo en ese lugar se siente cómoda e independiente, pero su vida cambiara aún más cuando se convierta en la moneda de intercambio de un mafioso sádico por naturaleza. Alessandro Santoro, un hombre de 30 años viudo por su propia mano la cual no le tembló al matar a su esposa y dejar sin madre a su hija, para él la lealtad va primero que todo, el poder en segundo lugar, nadie que quiera vivir se tendría que meter con él o su organización, pero Eros Zabet tenía un trabajo que cumplir, como nuevo miembro de la familia Bach debe cumplir con ciertos trabajos, entre ellos capturar a líder de la organización mafiosa de Italia, fue así que capturo a Fabrizzio, creyendo que entregaba al mafioso apodado LA SOMBRA a las autoridades, pero cometió un error, el verdadero Jefe de la mafia Siciliana, es Alessandro Santoro y Eros cometió el error de atrapar a la mano derecha de Alessandro, pero Santoro ya tiene planeado como liberarlo y sin que él se deba mostrar, ya que por algo lo apodan LA SOMBRA y es que nadie jamás ha visto su rostro y así debe permanecer todo. Dos vidas totalmente distintas, luz y oscuridad, maldad y compasión ¿encontrarán un punto medio o se destruirán sin poder evitarlo? Quien será realmente el cautivo, ¿Quién hace años vive en la oscuridad? ¿O quién al fin ve la luz y ya no puede vivir sin ella? —No importa cuánto tiempo pase, tarde o temprano seré libre y tú seguirás prisionero de tu maldad. — Si eso llegara a ocurrir, cosa que dudo, iría por ti al mismo infierno, porque después de todo lo que hemos hecho al cielo no entras, por más cara de ángel que tengas, eres mi diabla, mía y solo mía.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

Emiliano's Mafia princess

8.1

l Giuliana Morano, a mafia princess, is the only heir to Donatello Morano's empire. All her life she believed love would never be criteria for her marriage and that was proven right when her father introduced to one of his managers, Emiliano Giovanni, as her arranged fiancé. Giuliana, though pissed at this decision, has no choice but to accept the marriage. But soon the Donatello's are attacked and Emiliano gets in front of a gun to save Giuliana. This injury puts him in a coma. Donatello Morano arranges another suitor for Giuliana when he notices that Emiliano might never be able to regain his consciousness. On the day of the marriage between her and her new suitor, Vincenzo Rossi-Emiliano badges in looking bloody and weak, demanding the marriage is stopped and Donatello must keep to his deal of marrying Giuliana to him

Action Mafia Romance

7.7

Escaping The Mafia Don's Golden Cage

7.7

I stood over the fresh dirt of my four-year-old son's grave. My husband, the Don of the Stark family, didn't hold my hand for comfort. He only adjusted his cuffs and checked that the diamond necklace he forced on me looked good for the cameras. "Stop crying," he whispered into my hair. "You're making a scene." Two days later, I woke up to the sound of shattering glass in the nursery. A strange boy stood there, smiling over the broken remains of my son's favorite snow globe. "This is Cody," my mother-in-law said coldly. "He's family. He stays." When I demanded he leave, Eli looked at me with dead eyes. "Material things can be replaced, Harper. The boy stays." Suspicion led me to the library door, where I heard the impossible truth. Cody wasn't a distant cousin. He was Eli's illegitimate son. And worse—while my son was drowning alone in the pool, Eli hadn't been at a business meeting. He had been in bed with his mistress. I realized then that the silver bracelet he had gifted me wasn't jewelry. I pried it open and found the blinking red light of a tracker. I was a prisoner in a cage of gold. So, I decided to die. I staged my suicide at the bridge, vanished into the night, and paid a shadow doctor to wipe my memories clean. I became Avery. I was happy. I was free. Until six months later, when a man in a black suit walked into my small-town cafe and looked at me with the eyes of a wolf. "Harper," he growled. "Come home."

Mafia Modern Romance

7.8

His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have

7.8

BLURB "Beg for it, Bella," his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs. "I want you to f**k me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me. - The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks. He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive. Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. Alexander Moreau doesn't touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn't want him. I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again. But houses made of glass don't protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger. His ex-wife was.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

In A World Without Color, You Were My Miracle

8.5

A brutal fire had Brenna's mother abandon her. When the family finally "reunited" with her, she was a scarred outcast mucking stalls and tending horses in the countryside. They tore into her icily. "We only brought you back to marry in your sister's place. Don't you dare bring disgrace on us!" Disgusted, Brenna cut them off. Then the truth surfaced-a famed jeweler called her mentor, a top hospital director named her heir, an elite hacker circle bowed to her, and her scars faded into stunning beauty. Regrets came too late. She was already in a tycoon's arms. Vincent, a power player straddling both business and illegal worlds, had a secret: he was colorblind. That was until Brenna unexpectedly burst into his life, bringing colors back into his world. At first, he never thought he could fall for this seemingly unattractive woman, yet as time passed, his heart surrendered...

Billionaire Mafia Modern

His Sweetheart's Cruelest Betrayal

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