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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Chapter 4

The bar was dark, or maybe it was just my eyes being puffy from crying. I had to make sure Roberts didn't follow me because he had insisted that the bar was too rough and dangerous for someone of my status I knew he meant to say personality.

Well I didn't care anymore.

If my husband and best friend could join forces and betray me, why should I care? I sauntered over to the bartender and flashed a smile.

"Vodka please" I said and he stared at me, tilting his head to the side.

"You alright miss?" He said in a British accent and I rolled my eyes.

"Give me the damn drink" I snapped, and he nodded and pulled out a glass and vodka bottle. I grabbed the bottle and the glass.

"I'll pay for the bottle, be ready to give me more if I ask" I said and he stared at me in surprise. I guess it wasn't everyday he got a female customer in an expensive dress demanding for a drink like a sailor.

Not that I care......at least not now.

I headed over to a dark corner and settled down. A lot of interested eyes followed me, men licking lips, some were openly staring which made me wonder why Jason would ever do that to me. For a moment the emotions came flooding back and my eyes watered.

No, no. No tears

I sucked in my breath and cocked open the bottle pouring a glass of vodka in the glass cup and chugged it down my throat. I gritted my teeth a bit as the sharp taste filled my senses and I sighed. My head felt a bit light and the chatter around me suddenly felt dim.

Good.

This felt like peace, I poured a glass again and raised it to my lips.

"Miss" someone with another British accent called and I sighed..wonderful, now I was being admired by British men, why are they so much here anyway or was my head playing tricks with me.

"Yes Brit" I said and he smiled, he wasn't bad looking but not handsome either and his eyes were a rough blue and from his face I could tell he was a proper hooligan, but for some reason, or rather for a reason I didn't seem to care.

"Can I sit?" He asked indicating to the chair across mine and I grinned at him.

"Of course Blud" I said faking an accent, "You can"

He smiled at me as he sat and poured himself a drink without permission and I just smiled.

"Vodka" he said simply, inhaling before drinking. "Good drink"

"Yes it is" I said, sipping mine. I stared at him, "Why are you here?" I said, I never would have asked bluntly on a normal day but things weren't normal with me right now.

"You're beautiful, sexy, everything a man wants" he answered simply and I chuckled bitterly.

"Everything a man wants?" I said, trying so hard not to be hysterical, "Are you fucking with me?" I said dangerously close to annoyance not at him but for everything that's happened.

He leaned forward and not even backing down.

"Yes, I would fuck you now if you would let me" he said and at first anger was my reaction, then I was reminded of my loyalty to Jason but I stopped. Why should I remain loyal to the man who had no right to deserve my loyalty? Why should I even refuse a man who really wanted me, thug or not? And this was my chance to forget all that had happened, maybe sex is all I need.

"Alright" I said with a drunk grin as I took another sip, the drink going straight to my head.

"Alright?" He echoed and I smiled at him, suddenly happy.....the damn drink.

"Alright, I'll let you do it, what's your name?" I said and he raised a brow then he grinned.

"Good girl. The name's Tom" he said, he stood and pulled me up. He started to lead me upstairs but suddenly our path was blocked by a...

Oh my God was I seeing things.

The man in front of us was tall, maybe six foot eight, his green eyes looked like a mini stormy sea. He was well built and there was his face, in my drunken state I could register it but I was very well aware of how handsome he was....very handsome.

"I want that one...." I slurred and the man in front of us, frowned.

"She's drunk mate, let her be" his voice was soothing deep and I closed my eyes as it ran through my bones.

"Why, so you can fuck her yourself?" Tom asked and the man in front of us didn't even react.

"No, not like you Tom, like I said...Fuck off" he said and Tom scowled gripping my hand or tight it hurt.

"Or what?" he growled and the other man laughed. He reached for his waistband and Tom's eyes widened and he dropped my hand, and raised his.

"Whoa I am sorry mate" he said backing up, "I'll leave now"

"Scot" the man said and Tom ran off. He watched Tom go then he turned to me.

"Hey baby" I flashed a grin and he didn't even smile back, he picked me up in his arms and headed outside the pub.

I groaned and thrashed in his arms, "Hey my drink, I need it please" I said and he shook his head.

"No"

"Please" I begged, near tears. "You don't understand, I need it or......" I stopped and his green eyes suddenly rested on mine and even in my bold drunken state I looked away suddenly shy.

"Or...?"

"Or I'll remember" I said and he nodded. I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was talking about or had an idea.

"Alright let's take you home" he said and I stared at him in surprise.

"Home?" I asked and he dropped me in the backseat of his car.

"Shhh" he said and without warning covered my face with a bandana, I felt myself going weak and my eyes widened.

"You....." I started and he pressed harder and suddenly I went limp.

"Night night" he said before my world went dark.

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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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