Marrying The Enemy: My Ex's Worst Nightmare

I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen. But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered. Kason demanded I return the jade pendant—the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday—just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm. The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears. When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table. He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face. I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster. Trembling, I walked to the phone and dialed the number of the one man Kason feared most—his sworn enemy, Hadley Payne. "Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him." Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family.

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Chapter 4

Isabela Walker POV

I had barely made it inside the lobby of Aunt May's building before a hand clamped around my upper arm.

The grip was bruising, tight enough to cut off circulation.

I was spun around, my body slamming into a hard chest.

Kason.

His eyes were bloodshot, wild with an emotion I couldn't place.

He smelled of scotch and unadulterated rage.

"You whore," he hissed.

The word hung in the air between us, ugly and violent, like a physical blow.

"Let go of me," I said, my voice trembling as I tried to pry his fingers off my arm.

"Is that who you're sleeping with?" he shouted, shaking me so hard my teeth rattled. "Hadley Payne? The man who wants to wipe our family off the map? Did you spread your legs for him just to get back at me?"

"I didn't—"

*Smack.*

The sound was sickeningly loud.

My head snapped to the side.

My cheek stung like fire, the heat spreading instantly across my skin.

The lobby went deathly silent.

I touched my face, staring at him in utter shock.

Kason had never hit me.

He had yelled. He had ignored me. He had broken my heart a thousand times over.

But he had never raised a hand to me.

He stared at his own palm, his chest heaving as if he couldn't believe what he had just done.

For a second, I saw regret flash in his eyes, a flicker of the man I used to know.

But then, his expression hardened. It was as if Dalia's voice was echoing in his head, twisting the narrative even now.

"You made me do that," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "You disrespect the Family. You disrespect me."

He grabbed my wrist again, his grip unforgiving.

"You're coming home."

"No," I screamed, panic finally piercing through the shock. "I'm not going back!"

I tried to run toward the elevator.

I tried to get to the safety of Aunt May's apartment, desperate for a locked door.

But Kason was stronger.

He dragged me across the marble floor like a rag doll.

My heels scraped against the tile, a screeching protest that went unanswered.

The doorman looked away, his face pale, terrified of the Oneal heir.

"You are Oneal property," Kason snarled, hauling me out the door and shoving me into the back of his waiting SUV. "You don't leave until I say you leave."

He climbed in after me and locked the doors, the sound of the tumblers clicking into place sealing my fate.

"Drive," he ordered the driver.

I huddled against the door, clutching my stinging cheek, trying to make myself as small as possible.

I looked at him.

I really looked at him.

The jawline I used to trace with my fingers.

The eyes I used to dream about.

But there was nothing there now but a monster.

He wasn't my protector.

He was my jailer.

And I realized, with a terrifying clarity, that if I didn't get out soon, I wouldn't just lose my freedom.

I would lose my life.

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I hovered in the corner of the damp Runt Quarters, powerless as a ghost, watching my five-year-old daughter take her last breath. She died of a fever that a simple medicine could have cured. But my husband, Alpha Elroy, refused to pay for it. He was too busy dining with his mistress to waste resources on a "runt." When he finally arrived, there were no tears. He picked up my daughter’s small body like a bag of trash and tossed her into the incineration pit meant for criminals. "Stop hiding, Annis!" he roared at the empty woods, thinking I was alive and watching. "Your trick didn't work. The runt is dead." I screamed at him, clawing at his suit, but my hands passed right through him. Days later, his mistress gave birth to a son. But the baby was born with a fractured soul, dying. The doctor said only a bone marrow graft from the White Wolf bloodline could save him. Elroy didn't hesitate. He looked toward the incineration pit. "Retrieve the girl's body," he commanded his warriors. "Her bones will save the future Alpha." He intended to butcher our daughter's corpse to save his illegitimate child. Enraged, he hunted down the Rogue who had secretly stolen Emma's body before it could burn. "Give me the body!" Elroy demanded. "And tell Annis to stop spoofing her credit cards in Europe and show her face!" The Rogue looked at him with cold pity and threw a coroner's report at his chest. "Annis isn't in Europe, Elroy." "She has been rotting in a shallow grave for six months. Your mistress paid for the bullet."

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.4

Bound To The Monster Who Ruined Me

8.4

Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia. Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed. Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom. "In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes." He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief. Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness? Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.

Billionaire Horror Romance

8.5

Fated to The Alpha

8.5

He bought her womb. He never expected to lose his heart. Athena was sold like an animal to a ruthless Alpha who wanted an heir-not a wife. Marked as his breeder, she was his to touch, to hold, and to use. Athena suffered in silence, hiding the truth that she was his fated mate, hoping he would one day love her. But when she could no longer endure the pain, Athena fled-taking with her the one thing Alpha Raphael truly wanted: his child. And she vowed to make him pay for treating her as nothing more than a slave. Can the man who once shared her bed and haunted her dreams win her back?Or will Athena fall for the new Alpha who offers her something she never had-freedom and love?

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.3

One Night With The Rival Alpha

9.3

My mother had been dead for four years, and my father, the Alpha of our pack, was now a hollow shell controlled by his new wife, Marley. I was a ghost in my own home, watching from the shadows as they celebrated a wedding that felt more like my execution. During the reception, Marley cornered me and demanded my mother's last heirloom-a blood-red ruby-to pay off her family's secret gambling debts. When I refused, her guards pinned me down, and in the struggle, the ancient stone hit the marble floor and shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Framed for grand larceny by my own stepmother, I fled to a dive bar and sought refuge with Caleb Sterling, a rival Alpha who radiated power and danger. We spent a night of soul-shattering passion that I was certain was our mate bond, but the next morning, he tossed an envelope of cash at me and called me a high-end escort. When the police arrived to arrest me, he simply stepped aside and watched them drag me away in handcuffs, cold and indifferent to my screams. "Do what you have to do," he had told the officers, his eyes devoid of any warmth. I was a fugitive, stripped of my title, and discovered I was carrying Caleb's child-a baby cursed by his bloodline to never survive the womb. I couldn't understand why my father had abandoned me to a monster, or why the man I was destined for had sold me out just to save his own reputation. After a brutal ambush that left my only friend in a burning wreck, I stood at the border of the forbidden North. I clutched the jagged shards of my mother's ruby and looked the Northern Warlord in the eye, ready to trigger a war that would burn my father's legacy to the ground.

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.3

Possessed by the Mafia Don

9.3

When her father's PTSD leads to a tragic accident, Aria Moretti does the unthinkable-she surrenders herself to Nico Romano, the ruthless man her father wronged. Known as the cold and feared ruler of Chicago's underworld, Nico is a man no one crosses and lives to tell the story. To him, Aria is a debt he intends to collect in full. But she isn't the fragile girl he expects.

Horror Mafia Modern

8.4

The Billionaire widowers Last Wife

8.4

They say marrying Cassian Blackmoor is a death sentence. Seventeen wives. Seventeen funerals. One widower no one can explain. They call him cursed. They call him dangerous. Some call him a murderer who hides behind wealth and silence. But no one can prove anything - and no one dares accuse a billionaire who buries his wives with the same calm devotion he once loved them with. Eloise Laurent knows the rumors. She knows the whispers. She knows the stories about the widower whose brides never live long. Instead, she falls for him. For the quiet sadness in his eyes. For the way his voice softens only for her. For the way he loves like he's terrified of losing her. And maybe he should be. But when she discovers a hidden grave bearing her own name, Eloise realizes something far worse than rumors is waiting for her inside his house.

Billionaire Horror Modern Romance

Marrying The Enemy: My Ex's Worst Nightmare

Chapter 4

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