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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My hands trembled as I stared at the photo, my vision blurring with tears. Jason's arm was wrapped around Rhea's waist, their lips pressed together in a kiss. The date scribbled in the corner was from just last week.

She knew.

Rhea knew everything. She knew how Jason treated me, how he hit me, how he blamed me for not giving him a child. and yet, she was with him. Laughing with him, loving him, fucking him

The glass of wine slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor.

"Vee?" Rhea's voice came from behind me. I turned slowly, the photo clutched in my shaking hand. Her eyes darted to it, and for a second just a second I saw the guilt. Then it was gone, and in its place, cold indifference.

"How long?" My voice was barely a whisper.

She sighed, rolling her eyes like I was some annoying child. "Does it matter?"

"YES, IT FUCKING MATTERS!" I screamed, throwing the photo at her. "You're my best friend! You were supposed to !"

"Supposed to what?" she cut in, crossing her arms. "Care? Please. You think I don't know how Jason treats you? How pathetic you are, begging for his love like some desperate dog?"

Each word was like she stabbed me a knife. I staggered back, my chest burning.

"You... you knew?"

She smirked. "Of course I knew. He tells me everything. How he hits the fuck out of you. How you cry, how you still crawl back to him like you deserve it." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper. "And guess what? I don't care. I never did."

The room spun. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the couch, gasping for air. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be real.

Rhea just watched, her expression bored. "You should leave. Jason's divorcing you anyway. No point in dragging this out."

I looked up at her, tears streaming down my face. "Why?"

She shrugged. "Because he wants a real woman. One who can give him what he wants and let's be honest, Vee... that was never you, he even said you were so stiff and boring in bed like a sex doll."

That was it, no more.

I lunged at her, nails raking across her face. She shrieked, stumbling back, but I didn't stop. I grabbed her hair, yanking hard. "YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!"

She slapped me hard and I reeled back, my bruised face throbbing.

"Get out of my house," she hissed, wiping blood from her cheek. "Before I call the cops."

I wanted to hit her again. I wanted to scream, to break everything. But what was the point?

She had already won. No use dragging this out like she said earlier, this was all for nothing

I turned and ran, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone, dialing Roberts.

"Pick me up. Now." I said immediately his line rang, and thank Goodness he didn't ask any questions

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Jason's office building loomed ahead, huge and imposing meant to show the world it's worth. All sleek and cold........just like him. I stormed past the receptionist, ignoring her protests.

"Mrs. Calloway, you can't just !" She started and I whirled around, giving her my most deadliest stare and she backed up

"Watch me." I shoved open Jason's office door. He looked up from his desk, annoyance flashing across his face. He didn't even have the decency to even hide the fact he hated me so much.

"Veronica. What the hell are you doing here?" He said and I choked down a sob

"Rhea." My voice cracked. "She's the one you're cheating with, isn't she?" I shook my head about to cry, "Rhea, Jason. She's my fucking best friend you knave!"

For a second, he hesitated. Then he leaned back, smirking. "Yeah. So?"

The casualness of it broke me. "SO?! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! AND YOU YOU'RE MY HUSBAND! HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS TO ME?!"

Jason sighed, rubbing his temples like I was the one causing him pain. He gave me a warning glare and he looked like he was going to walk right over and punch me.

"Veronica, stop being dramatic. You knew this marriage was over. You can't even give me a child. What did you expect?" He said brutality and I stared at him, my heart scattering into tiny pieces

"I expected loyalty! Love! Not not *this*!" I yelled and he rolled his eyes and pressed a button on his desk.

"Alright" he cocked his head to side "Security." He said to the comm and two men appeared instantly, grabbing my arms.

"No! Jason, PLEASE! We can fix this !" I cried but his eyes were dead cold, devoid of even one atom of emotion.

"Throw her out," he said calmly, turning back to his computer.

They dragged me, kicking and screaming, through the office. Employees stared, some whispered and I heard others laughing.

I was nothing to them, nothing to him.

The last thing I saw before the doors closed was Jason's back, already moving on. Roberts found me curled up in the backseat of the car, sobbing. I tried to hold it back, honestly. I tried telling myself that it wasn't worth it but I couldn't hold it back anymore

"Ma'am...?"

I didn't answer.

What was left to say? My husband hated me. My best friend betrayed me, even going as far to be in his bed behind my back. I had no one left, no one to turn to, no shoulder to cry on. My parents would kill me if they found out that my marriage was in shambles.

As if it was my fault

My mom would berate me for being a goody two shoes and not able to please him in bed, Dad would have called me a disgrace, saying something like I wasn't worthy to be his daughter if I can't keep a marriage with Jason Calloway. Soon the media would be hot on my ass. I sighed and cleaned my eyes. I tapped Roberts on the shoulder.

"Take me to Frisk Bar and Lounge, Roberts"

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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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