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 5

The harsh sunlight of the morning must have been the reason I woke. The first thing I noticed was that the bedroom I was in was unfamiliar, the bedroom was quite spacious and well furnished.

My head pounded and I barely could remember what happened from the night before and wait why was I in a strange bed and a strange house. Why was I here? Where is Jas......

I choked down a sob, the memory came flooding back and suddenly the tears I was trying so hard to hold came flooding out. I didn't deserve, I never even wanted to be married in the first place. I did and I fell in love with a man who played me and even go ahead to be cheating on me with my best friend.

I must have sobbed for maybe a full twenty minutes before I realized that Jason wasn't worth crying for. Maybe it was also my fault, if only I was only to give him kids.

"You done?" came that vaguely familiar voice and I whirled around to find that man from yesterday staring at me. His presence suddenly made the room feel like it was closing on me, his frame alone filled the door.

"You" I frowned when I remembered what he did yesterday. "You drugged me, made me go to sleep" I said with a scowl and he shrugged.

"You were a fucking mess, had to put you to sleep, you were raving on about some "Jason" in your sleep too" he said and I turned away.

Shit

"I don't know who that is" I lied and his green eyes suddenly bore into mine like he could see clearly see that I was lying. It took all my willpower not to look away, and I would have did if not that the green in his eyes looked so mesmerizing, as if it was pulling me in holding me in some kind of trance.

"Is he the reason you're crying?" He asked and I stared at him in surprise. How perceptive can he be?

"No" I stuttered and he cocked his head to the side, he leaned into the door frame.

"That doesn't sound convincing" he said and I glared at him already disliking the persistent.

"You're Fucking persistent. I don't need to be......."

"You curse?" He interrupted and I stopped, he walked over till he was standing in front of me, he towered over me making me tilt my head.

"Who doesn't?" I countered and he smiled or just the barest hint of one.

"Fair point" he said. His eyes skimmed over my face in concern. "You should get a bath"

"Why?" I said suspiciously and he shrugged.

"You reek" he said simply and leaned in "Of alcohol" he whispered in my ear and I shivered. I took a step back, afraid of my own body reactions to a mere whisper. I stared at the huge glass windows and nodded.

"Thank you.....for Uhh last night" I said to him and he nodded, he pivoted on his heel and walked away. I let out the pent up breath I had been holding up. I don't know, but standing so close to him made my head dizzy like I was high on something and I blushed.

I didn't spend long in the shower because of how self conscious and weird I was feeling, when I came back to the bedroom a new set of clothes were laid out on the bed for me. I picked them up and I gasped, it was my favorite gown, how did he.......

Nevermind.

I must have mumbled it all in my drunken sleep, I headed to the sound of clanging in the kitchen and stopped at the doorway when I saw him.

He was shirtless and I stood there frozen; not in shock but in hypnosis, Jason was hot but seeing this man in front of me made all my hairs stand on end, I could barely breathe I didn't even notice my ragged breathing, the sign of my effort to act normal.

"You're done" he announced, watching me and my head snapped up to his.

"Yeah, yeah. I was hungry and I heard someone in the kitchen I decided to check" I blurted out and he nodded. He handed me a cup of coffee and I downed it in one gulp, he grinned at that.

"Hungry much?" He asked and I sighed dramatically.

"Starving"

"I can see that" he tossed me toast and I wolfed it down and he laughed, the sound was so endearing that I started at him in surprise.

"You eat like a cow" he said and I nodded, not paying heed to his remarks instead concentrating on finishing my food.

"I know" I said after I shoved down the last of the toast. He studied me and leaned forward.

"Who's Jason?" He asked and I stopped, annoyance brewing in my gut.

"It's none of your business" I retorted and he nodded, he leaned forward and took a lock of my hair playing with it and my heart beat faster.

"You're stubborn" he said and I stared at his lips, fighting the urge to lick mine.

"I am?"

"I think you know" he answered and I looked down, avoiding his eyes.

"Your name?" I blurted out, desperate to say something and he grinned.

"Call me Four"

"Four" I chuckled, "Is that........"

Suddenly my stomach lurched and I ran to the toilet, and opened the lid and retched into the bowl, throwing up the content of what I just ate. I gasped as I wiped my mouth and stared at the mirror.

Why did I look pale?

For some reason I fished out the pregnancy tester from my blouse pocket and I tried it.

My eyes widened

I am pregnant

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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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I DON'T WANT HIM BACK

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