I DON'T WANT HIM BACK

Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession. Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betrayed, she drowns her sorrows in a bar, only to be saved by a dangerously alluring stranger with emerald-green eyes and a lethal reputation: Monte "Four" Zagcanni, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire. Four is everything Jason isn't-dark, dangerous, and devastatingly protective. When Veronica discovers she's pregnant with Jason's child, she strikes a deal with Four: a fake marriage to shield her from scandal. But what starts as a cold arrangement ignites into a passion neither can resist. Jason, realizing his mistake too late, wants Veronica back-along with the son he never knew existed. But Four isn't a man who surrenders what's his. And Veronica? She's done being the meek wife. Betrayal runs deep. Revenge burns hotter. As secrets unravel-her father's bloody past, Rhea's twisted obsession, and Jason's deadly lies-Veronica must decide: trust the man who destroyed her once, or surrender to the devil who might destroy her forever. One wants her back. The other wants her forever.

Chapters

Chapter 1

"You're Home"

I said to my husband who barely glanced at me as he took off his suit, he just headed for the stairs and of course I followed.

Like the fool I was.

"How was it Jason, was work stressful today?" I tried again but still no response. I shouldn't be surprised, this wasn't the first time, or even the second, or the third time he'd done this. We used to be a happy couple back when our parents had practically arranged our marriage.

Our marriage had started off slow and boring but soon we had come to love each other, we couldn't spend a day without calling, talking or touching each other. Jason suddenly became the love of my life, I had given myself to him. But things started to go sour when no child was coming, he didn't say anything at first but he grew distant but soon enough he let me know; with large outbursts and yelling, even going as far to beat the crap out of me once for yelling back.

I still loved him, maybe I would forever which was while I tried to make amends. I had made dinner in the diner room, wanting a fresh start and to apologize when logically I didn't need to.

I watched as he took off his shirt and licked my lips, he was still perfect; perfect tan body, rock hard abs and tall. Jason slipped into a simple loose shirt and pants then turned to plop on the bed.

"I made dinner......for you" I blurted out and he stared at me, I could see the anger in his eyes, as if he was ready to shun me then he nodded.

"Thank you" he said and stood, "Lead the way" came his deep voice. I smiled and happily got up and lead the way downstairs maybe tonight could be the night where we smooth things over, maybe tonight we could go back to what we used to be.

We sat down and he sat across staring at me and I blushed. Why was he staring at me like that? Was he still angry or maybe he was starting to let all the fighting go, maybe he was still in love with me. No one stared at someone like that without having feelings, I looked down avoiding his green gaze but smiled underneath tonight is that night.

We dug into the food and I watched as he ate, still nervous. He mostly did the eating while I just took small bites, still eager to see where this leads.

"This is good" he said, eyes roaming over my face and I smiled trying so hard not to blush.

What was wrong with me? He is my husband.

"You like it?" I asked and he nodded, I grinned wanting to push further.

"How was work today?" I asked and he stopped, for a moment I thought I had fumbled everything. My heart pounded harder then he smiled, though it looked forced but it was better than his rage the last few weeks.

"Good, more investors today. Stocks are rising and the market is blooming, couldn't be anymore better" he stopped and stared at me.

"What about you? You good?" He asked and my heart did a frog jump, did he just ask how I was? The corner of my lips lifted in a small smile.

"Yes I am" I answered and he dug into his food again without reply. I followed suit, still brimming with excitement, maybe this night wasn't going to be bad after all maybe I could get him to realize that he used to love me....and maybe we could make love. I smiled at the thought. It's been a long time since we did it for affection not breeding like rabbits.

Jason stood and pushed his chair back, I didn't realize that he had finished his food, he nodded to me suddenly looking cold.

"Thanks for the meal, I'll head upstairs now" he said and pivoted on his heels. I stood abruptly and blocked his path.

"Jason I.....I.....have ummm....ermmm....something to say to you" I said and his eyes lit up.

"You're......."

"I love you" I blurted out. That's when I knew everything was gonna fall apart. I watched as his blue eyes darkened, filling with rage. He stepped closer and I backed away, I have never seen him look so angry, like he wanted so bad to kill me.

"You love me?" He said dangerously then he laughed, a short one then without warning he backhanded me. I stood there in shock, not expecting.

"Jason what did I....."

"SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!!!!" He yelled so loud that I flinched. "You must be stupid, to even think you did all this to tell me you are pregnant. I don't care if you love me, give me a child, for fuck's sake one child is all I ask, you whore" he yanked my hair and started to drag me up the stairs.

"Jason stop what are you doing, Jason no" he kicked me right in the face and I closed my mouth, tears streamed down my cheeks as he dragged me up the stairs he stopped at the bedroom door and kicked it open. I watched in horror as his fist came for my face hard, not even one ounce of holding back.

I suddenly felt dizzy, and the room spun around me. Jason picked me up and toss me right at the far side of the tiled floor. I lay there weakly as he tore my clothes off my body and he started to take off his belt, he raised it high then his phone rang.

He stopped and pointed a finger at me then picked up the phone.

"Hello babe" I heard someone say across the phone and my heart stopped.

Babe? And why did that voice sound so familiar

Jason grinned and sat on the bed, "Yes baby, anything I can do for you"

"You said you were gonna marry me soon, can't stop thinking about it, you said you were gonna leave her" came the voice.

"Yes, I do" Jason said, chuckling. "I have the divorce papers ready"

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The smell of leaking gasoline burned my nostrils, but the cold look in my husband's eyes hurt worse. Trapped in the overturned car, I watched Jacob reach in. He didn't reach for me, his wife. He unbuckled his mistress, Cassandra, shielding her head with a tenderness he never showed me. He walked away, leaving me to burn. I survived, but at a brutal cost. My right hand—the hand that played Chopin—was crushed into a useless claw. Jacob didn't apologize. Instead, he moved Cassandra into our home. He let her wear my diamonds, mock my injuries, and burn my sheet music. When I tried to expose her embezzlement, he called me unstable. To punish me for "betraying the family," he dug up my mother's grave and threw her ashes into the sea. That was the moment the wife died, and something else was born. He thought he had buried me under the weight of his cruelty. He didn't realize he had planted a seed. I staged my death and vanished into the snowy streets of Vienna. Five years later, I am a world-renowned composer, and Jacob is a ruined man in a wheelchair, begging for a forgiveness I no longer have the energy to give.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

He Faked Amnesia To Break Our Vows

8.1

I was sealing our wedding invitations with crimson wax when I heard my fiancé through the slightly ajar study door. Ethan wasn't reciting the poetry he’d written for me over the last seven years. He was outlining the logistics of his betrayal. "If I fake amnesia after the 'accident' tonight, I can delay the wedding without the family stopping the merger," Ethan laughed, ice clinking in his glass. "And Ava? The Canary?" his friend asked. "Ava is property. You maintain property; you don't have fun with it. While she plays nurse, I get a medical exemption to sleep with Chloe." My world shattered. I fled into the rainy night, blinded by tears, until headlights turned my world upside down. I woke up in the wreckage, my arm shattered, tasting blood. Ethan arrived moments later. But he didn't run to me. He stepped right over my bleeding body to comfort Chloe, who had a minor scratch on her forehead. "I've got you, baby," he cooed to his mistress, looking at me with nothing but cold annoyance. "Don't worry about her. She's tough." He left me in the street. By the next morning, the narrative was set: The tragic Don had lost his memory of his fiancée, but miraculously remembered his 'true love,' Chloe. He evicted me from our penthouse while I was still in surgery. He thought he had won. He thought the Canary would just die in the cold. He forgot one thing. I knew where he hid the bodies—literally. I walked into his staged public proposal, slammed my ring on the table, and left a note under it. *I remember everything. And so do you.* Then I boarded a plane with his secret incriminating journal in my bag. The empire was about to burn.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

His Brother's Obsession, Her Mafia Throne

7.2

Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace. Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow. Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss. Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

Kane's Forbidden Mafia Princess

8.7

In the dangerous underworld, Kane is a ruthless billionaire who follows his own rules. His life takes a sharp turn when he encounters the daughter of a rival mafia boss. Despite the blood feud between their families, an intense and forbidden attraction ignites. As they navigate a world of betrayal and violence, their secret romance threatens to spark an all-out war. Kane must decide if his obsession with the princess is worth risking his entire empire for.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

9.3

She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

9.3

I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates. But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down. As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me. Instead, there was no despair in his eyes, only a twisted, selfish terror. We both died on that floor, but the devil sent us back to the day of my hospital discharge. Instead of finalizing our wedding, Daniel stormed into my father’s study. "I won't marry Isabella. I want Celine." He demanded to break our engagement, claiming he wouldn't be collateral damage in a Wolfe family war, and declared his true love for my sweet, orphaned adopted sister. He thought shedding me would save his life, completely unaware that the assassination was orchestrated by his precious Celine. In my past life, I didn't know she was a rat who sold our patrol routes to rivals and plotted my murder just to take my place. If I hadn't died once, I would have believed her manufactured tears and comforted her. But this time, I remembered everything. I buried the vengeful woman I had become and let my face pale as I pushed open the heavy oak doors. "Daniel? You... you want Celine?" I whispered, forcing a heartbroken tear to fall. This time, I would play the fragile victim, just so I could orchestrate their absolute ruin.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.4

The Blood and Betrayal

9.4

"She was mine first," Dimitri whispered, his voice deadly calm. "And you stole her in the dark." Dimitri and Alexei Volkov are twin brothers, mafia kings, bound by blood and loyalty. When one bleeds, both bleed. When one kills, both kill. Nothing has ever come between them. Until her. Irina was Dimitri's maid, his peace in a world of violence. The only woman allowed close enough to touch him, to see the man beneath the monster. He fell for her quietly, deeply, and completely. But one drunken night at a party, Alexei stumbled into his brother's darkened room. He wore Dimitri's robe. She thought he was Dimitri. And in the shadows, a line was crossed that could never be uncrossed. Now Irina carries the child of her master's brother! When Dimitri discovers her pregnancy, rage consumes him. When Alexei claims her as his own with a cruel smirk, something breaks between the brothers. The bond that made them invincible now threatens to destroy them both. Two brothers. One woman. A baby that will crown one king and condemn the other. In the world of the Volkov mafia, betrayal is paid in blood. When this war is over, will any of them survive?

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