His Unwanted Mute Wife: Now His Obsession

I was the mute fisherman's daughter who married the King of New York, only to become his prisoner. Dante Vitiello didn't love me; he used my silence as a weapon and let his mistress, Valeria, rule my home. When Valeria poisoned herself to frame me, Dante didn't look for the truth. He drained my blood to save her life, then threw me into a freezing dungeon to rot among the rats. He planned to marry her while I shivered in the dark, telling me I was nothing but gutter trash. With no voice to scream and no way to fight, I chose the only escape left. I swallowed a vial of lethal pufferfish toxin, trading my life for a coma that mimicked death. I wanted to haunt him. I wanted my cold body to be his punishment. But when I woke up a year later, the world had changed. I wasn't in hell. I was in a clinic, and Dante was lying on the floor with a bullet in his temple. He had discovered the truth too late. To wake me up, he had accepted a deadly game of Russian Roulette. He signed our divorce papers with a steady hand, then pulled the trigger to buy my freedom. The monster was dead. And for the first time, the silence belonged to me.

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Chapter 5

Sienna POV

Valeria didn’t just cry.

She crumbled.

She snatched a steak knife from the table, pressing the serrated edge against her wrist with trembling hands.

"I can’t live with this shame!" she wailed, her tear-filled eyes locking onto Dante. "She ruined me! Everyone has seen it!"

It was a performance.

I knew it.

Even Gia, who was pouring wine in the corner as part of her cover, knew it.

But Dante?

Dante saw a damsel in distress.

He slapped the knife from Valeria’s grip and crushed her against his chest, shielding her from the world.

Then, he turned his gaze on me.

It was a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"You wanted to make a scene?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft. "You wanted to bring the gutter into my house?"

He signaled to Rocco.

"Bring the crates."

My blood ran cold.

Rocco hesitated, glancing nervously at the guests. "Boss, this is a formal dinne—"

"BRING THEM!" Dante roared, the sound vibrating through the crystal glasses.

Two soldiers scrambled out, returning moments later lugging heavy wooden crates from the kitchen.

The stench hit the room instantly.

Rotting fish guts. A thick, cloying wave of waste from the day’s catch, meant for the disposal unit.

Dante pointed a shaking finger at me.

"You act like trash, you get treated like trash."

He grabbed the first crate.

He didn’t hesitate.

He upended it over my head.

Slime, scales, and cold blood cascaded down my hair. It ruined the pristine white dress, soaking into my skin, chilling me to the bone.

The smell was vomit-inducing.

The room went deathly silent.

Even the cruelest of the wives looked away, unable to stomach the sight.

Dante stood over me, his chest heaving.

"You belong in the gutter, Sienna. Don’t ever forget that."

I stood there.

Dripping.

Slowly, deliberately, I wiped a fish scale from my eyelid.

I looked at him.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t flinch.

I didn’t tremble.

Something inside me—the last fragile piece of the girl who hoped he might still love her—finally snapped.

It broke clean off.

I looked at Valeria, who was smirking into Dante’s shirt.

I looked at Dante, the King who was nothing more than a tyrant in a bespoke suit.

I reached into my pocket.

My fingers brushed against the cold glass of the vial.

Okay, I thought.

You want a tragedy?

I’ll give you a tragedy.

I turned and walked out of the room, leaving a glistening trail of slime on the expensive Persian rug.

I wasn’t walking away in shame.

I was walking toward my grave.

And he was coming with me.

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"I'm done with you, Aurora Fernandez-if that's even your name." Mia's voice trembled with rage as she turned for the door. "You'll regret refusing me," Aurora snapped behind her. Mia's hand touched the knob-just as it turned on its own. The door creaked open. Her heart dropped. Standing in the doorway was a face she never wanted to see again. Lucius Lovato. The cold, merciless CEO of the department store where she'd once worked. His eyes swept over her with visible disdain. "Who is this little thing, Eva?" he asked, his voice hoarse and biting. And just like that, Mia knew-she was trapped again. Wrongfully accused. Publicly humiliated. Betrayed by the only man she ever loved. Mia Simpson thought she'd hit rock bottom. Then came the offer-escape prison and start over, under one terrifying condition: seduce and marry Lucius Lovato, the mafia heir with a heart of ice and a soul no one dares touch. But Mia isn't the fragile girl the world thinks she is. She agrees to the deal-on her own terms. Behind her innocent eyes burns a thirst for revenge, and the deeper she steps into the dark world of power, blood, and secrets, the more dangerous she becomes. Lucius, however, is not a man easily fooled. Every attempt to break him only draws him closer. And every secret Mia hides? He already suspects. As enemies close in and her hidden past begins to unravel, Mia discovers a horrifying truth-she is not just a girl caught in the middle of a mafia war. She is the legacy of something much greater... and much more feared. He was her mission. She was his undoing. But in the underworld, love might just be the most dangerous weapon of all.

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8.6

After betrayed, I abandoned my gangster husband

8.6

I used to believe I was the queen beside the most powerful gangster in the city. For five years, I bled for my husband, Mike—surviving kidnappings, shootings, poisonings, and betrayals from every enemy who wanted to destroy him. Every scar on my body was proof of my loyalty, and I thought his love made the pain worth it. Then one night, I overheard the truth. I was never his beloved wife. I was his shield. While I risked my life protecting his empire, the woman he truly loved lived safely in the shadows. Every attack meant for her was redirected to me. Every kiss, every promise, every tear he shed beside my hospital bed was nothing more than a performance. And now that my body is failing, Mike is ready to throw me away like I never mattered at all. But I refuse to die for a man who never loved me. The moment I disappear from his world, secrets begin to surface, enemies start closing in, and the ruthless husband who once treated me as expendable suddenly refuses to let me go. Now I have to ask myself: does Mike finally love me… or am I still just a pawn in his deadly game?

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9.2

Bought By The Beast

9.2

When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha, he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a lycan king with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body, he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price, and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.

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9.8

Hands of Stone, Heart of Vengeance

9.8

My husband told me I was a bad investment, a legacy asset he was forced to liquidate after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a "Muse," a supermodel whose lies were as polished as the magazine covers she graced. But when her son—the boy Adrian believed was his heir—suffered a sudden allergic reaction, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous chemist who mixed poison to harm an innocent child. My husband, the man whose empire was built on the scents I created, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he declared that if my hands were used for evil, they shouldn't be used at all. He ordered his security team to bring quick-drying industrial cement. "Since you can't control these hands, I will seal them forever," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had my hands encased in stone and had me displayed in the window of our flagship store, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I stood there, the heavy weight crushing my fingers and my soul, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I’d planted in the nursery. And they had no idea that my family controlled the very flowers that kept his empire alive.

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9.5

His Ruthless Claim

9.5

Isla Rivera's mistake was being too good at her job. When she uncovers money laundering at Vitale Imports, she becomes the captive of Dante Vitale - a dangerous mafia don who needs her forensic accounting skills to find the traitor stealing from his empire. The deal is simple: find who's taken fifty million, or lose everything she loves. But nothing about Dante is simple. Behind the ruthless exterior is a man who never chose this life, who protects innocents even as he rules a world built on blood and power. A man whose dark eyes see straight through Isla's defenses, awakening a desire she never expected to feel for her captor. As Isla unravels a conspiracy buried deep inside Dante's own family, the professional arrangement turns personal. Every heated glance, every stolen moment in his penthouse pulls them closer, blurring the line between fear and forbidden attraction. When she uncovers the truth - the enemy is someone Dante once trusted - the stakes explode. Now Isla must choose between walking away safely, or standing beside the dangerous man who has claimed both her heart and her fate. Because she's no longer just his prisoner. She's his partner. And some bonds are forged in fire, loyalty... and love. Mafia Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance • HEA Guarantee

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8.9

My Husband’s Mistress Stole My Baby and My Throne

8.9

The PR crisis at Aegis HQ had been a minor headache—a disgruntled former employee leaking half-truths about our security protocols to the press. I'd spent the morning crafting statements and coordinating with our legal team, my fingers flying across the keyboard despite the persistent ache in my shoulder. The old injury from Alaska never truly healed, a constant reminder of what I'd sacrificed for Valentino. Three months pregnant, I'd learned to adjust my posture to accommodate the subtle changes in my body. Father's company—our company—needed stability, especially with the IPO approaching. Valentino had been gone for weeks on a classified operation in the Middle East, and I'd missed him terribly. "He's landing at Boeing Field in an hour," I told my assistant as I gathered my things. "The welcome gala is set up in the main atrium. Make sure the press knows he's returning with honors." "Savanna, you should rest," she replied, eyeing my shoulder with concern. "You've been working since dawn." I touched the scar tissue beneath my blouse, remembering the icy Alaskan waters that had nearly claimed both our lives.

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His Unwanted Mute Wife: Now His Obsession

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