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.

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I don't know how long I lay there sobbing last night, even long after Jason had left the room and I heard his car driving off into the night. I had thought last night with the dinner and all that he was starting to see reason and know not even knowing that he was cheating on me

Cheating on me

I choked down a sob as I applied mascara to my face to cover all the bruises that Jason had inflicted with his whole hands, while I was disappointed I still couldn't help but feel like this was my fault why could I not give him children? Was it that hard?

I couldn't even call my parents and tell them what was going on because they are going to do anything to keep me married to Jason. After all, his family paid mine in millions who the hell was going to stop wanting to be benefiting like that. Well that left me with one person I could trust.......Rhea.

Rhea was my best friend back in grade 4, and we have been best buddies ever since. We were practically inseparable, even now she was the one I trusted with my problems. Maybe if I go to her she would have a good advice for me, Rhea was a therapist and relationship expert, I haven't told her about Jason and I. I liked to keep what happened in our marriage private, between the two of us but after what happened yesterday I couldn't hold it down anymore.

I picked up my expensive hand bag and headed to the garage. My driver Roberts was already waiting for me, I lowered my head hoping he didn't see the bruises on my face or that the mascara covered it up.

"Good morning Ma'am" he said.

"Good morning Roberts" I said raising my face and his brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to say something but he just nodded and opened the door for me. I sighed in relief, I didn't want to many questions and I didn't want to explain how Jason had beaten the shit outta me then publicly announce that he wanted a divorce.

Gods, could the week get any worse.

Roberts drove in silence, with one or two glances at the rearview mirror. It looked like he had one or two to say .

"I heard you and Boss arguing yesterday" he started and I laughed boss? Funny

"There was nothing Roberts" I said and he raised a brow, as if that was an obvious lie, as if my mascara covered bruised face didn't hide it well enough.

"If you say so, I heard something about a divorce" he countered softly and I scowled, angry at him for reminding me, angry at Jason, angry at life at fate.

"Just drive Roberts, thanks for letting me know that you were eavesdropping" I shot out and he nodded solemnly. I felt guilty talking to him like that Roberts was nice and always wanted to k ow if I was doing okay but for now I was in a mess and I needed to talk to my best friend, she was the only one who could get me out of my mood or give me an advise something I needed so much right now.

The car stopped in front of the familiar house and I stepped down and turned to go in.

"Should I wait outside for you ma'am" he asked and I shook my head.

"No need Roberts, I will be fine thank you" I said and he nodded and drove off. When I knocked on the door it opened instantly and I grinned when I saw her, her eyes lit up.

"Jesus Vee, long time. What are you doing here?" She asked and I smiled at her.

"Just in trouble and I need your help, like old times huh" I smile at her and jiggled her boobs, "Besides you owe me you vixen" I added and she shook her head.

"Girl you don't let go eh? Come on in, bacon is on the gas" she said and we walked in. She stared at me and she suddenly frowned.

"Vee?"

"Umm yeah?" I answered and she cocked her head to the side.

"What happened to your face?" She asked and I looked down. Suddenly the urge not to tell anyone what was going on in my marriage nagged at me again.

"Nothing Ree, nothing" I said and Rhea eyes narrowed and she frowned.

"You have a black eye, I know makeup well enough to know that, and you suck at mascara" she retorted and glared at me.

"I said it's nothing" I snapped and he chuckled.

"Since when did you defend a black eye?"

"It's not a black eye" I ground out and she nodded I sighed in relief, then;

"Did your husband give you that?" Sha asked and I froze, why was she always damn right.

"No, why would you say that, and I don't have a black eye" I insisted. Rhea stared at me like she wasn't convinced then she nodded, she stood up and pulled open a fridge and poured me a glass on wine.

"Here drink up, you look like hell" she said and I nodded my thanks. She got up to answer a phone call while I stared around. She wasn't with anyone and she looked to be doing okay, I suddenly wondered if I really even needed a marriage but I kept thinking of Jason, I couldn't leave him. I still loved him even after all he did last night.

Something caught the corner of my eye and I raised a book on a shelf and slipped out the photo underneath and my blood ran cold.

In the picture was a recent photo of Jason and........

Oh my God

Rhea

Rhea was the one Jason was cheating on me with.

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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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