My Best Friend's Dad Married Me

When the boy I had loved in silence for five years dropped to one knee and proposed to the very girl who had bullied me, the entire room burst into laughter at my expense. "That fat, ugly Lydia Prescott actually thinks she has a shot with a mafia boss?" In a single night, I became the city's favorite punchline. I fled in humiliation. The next time I appeared, I had transformed. The weight was gone, and so was the ridicule. I stunned everyone into silence. Miles Calloway begged through tears for another chance, but I simply slipped my arm through the arm of the mafia godfather beside me and smiled. "Sorry. I'm married." The man rumored to be cold-blooded and untouchable pulled me closer and declared with chilling certainty, "Lydia is my wife." The room erupted. Only my best friend, Annie Sinclair, gasped, "Lydia, you seriously locked down my dad?"

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The next morning, I woke up sore all over.

Fragments of last night rushed back into my mind.

Miles and Tessa's engagement party. The liquor at the bar that burned down my throat. My reckless proposal.

And the heated entanglement inside the car. The forceful kisses. That overwhelming, almost devouring possessiveness…

My cheeks burned violently.

I had slept with Dominic?

The untouchable mafia godfather. My best friend's adoptive father?

I let out a strangled groan and looked around. The unmistakably masculine bedroom, the soreness in my body, all forced me to accept reality.

I turned on my phone. It was flooded with missed calls and messages from Miles.

"Lydia, I'm giving you one hour. Get back here. Otherwise I'm freezing your cards."

"Fine. You want to keep this up? Let's see how long you last once your cards are shut off."

As expected, in his eyes everything I did was childish drama.

I swallowed the bitterness and deleted every message without replying.

I got out of bed and studied the unfamiliar room. Dominic seemed to have already left.

A note lay on the table, written in bold, sweeping handwriting.

"There's an issue within the family. I had to rush back to handle it."

Relief washed over me.

At least I didn't have to face him right now. That would have been mortifying.

"Everything you might need has been prepared. This is my private number. If you're missing anything, call me directly."

Below it was a string of numbers.

Before I finished reading, my phone suddenly rang, startling me.

Annie's name flashed across the screen.

The moment I saw her name, guilt surged through me.

I had slept with her father. How was I supposed to face her?

I stared at her name on the screen, my fingertips icy.

Only when the call was about to disconnect did I gather the courage to answer.

"Annie, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was drunk last night, I—"

Before I could finish, Annie's furious voice burst through the speaker.

"I heard Miles froze your cards. Who does he think he is—wait, Lydia, why are you apologizing to me? We were both drunk last night. Luckily my dad's people brought us back. Hey, but why didn't I see you this morning?"

Hearing her defend me warmed my chest.

But when she mentioned last night, guilt choked me into silence.

Just as I struggled to speak, Annie suddenly shrieked.

"Oh my God, Lydia! My dad just transferred me a huge amount of money! He even texted me saying he's taking you on vacation. Since when are you and my dad this close? I heard he came back last night. Don't tell me it was love at first sight?"

My heart jolted. I hadn't expected Dominic to be so direct. How was I supposed to explain this?

I steeled myself and shut my eyes. Maybe I should just confess. Things had already gone this far.

I gathered my courage and started to say, "Annie, actually, your dad and I—"

But Annie's carefree voice cut in again.

"Who cares what he's thinking? The money's here. Perfect timing since you're heartbroken. I'll take you on a trip to clear your head. Wait, what were you saying? Never mind. Where are you? I'll come find you. We'll talk in person."

Interrupted, all my courage evaporated.

When Annie said she was coming over, I glanced at the house filled with Dominic's presence and panicked.

"No. Let's just meet at the hospital entrance. Aren't you supposed to come with me to see the doctor?"

Annie sounded confused but agreed quickly.

I freshened up, put on the clothes Dominic had prepared for me, and went to meet her.

Annie was still furious about Miles's behavior. Only when she saw that I looked normal did she relax.

"Lydia, don't overthink it. When my dad gets back, I'll make sure he teaches Miles and Tessa a lesson. They've got some nerve bullying my best friend."

Hearing her mention Dominic stepping in again made guilt prickle under my skin. I responded vaguely.

Just then, my appointment was called. I quickly pulled Annie inside.

After the examination, the doctor looked at the test results and smiled.

"Ms. Prescott, your indicators have mostly returned to normal. You can stop the previous medication. It seems your mood has improved recently. However…" The doctor cleared his throat lightly. "You're young. It's good that your emotional state has improved, but you should exercise moderation. Get more rest. Don't… overexert yourself."

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I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

7.6

Conquering The Cold Zillionaire Surgeon Heiress

7.6

When the Pollard family kicked Alyssa out into the freezing rain, Walter threw a ten-thousand-dollar check into a dirty puddle. "Take it and get out. Don't ever come back," he sneered. Her adoptive mother and stepsister stood on the mansion's porch, mocking her as a worthless country girl who tarnished their wealthy name. They laughed, claiming she wouldn't even be able to afford community college and would be begging on the streets in a week. They looked at her cheap clothes and worn backpack with absolute disgust. They were completely unaware that for the past five years, Alyssa was the secret mastermind who had built their failing gallery into a multi-million-dollar investment empire. Every key investment, every fortune they made, came from the anonymous notes she had slipped into their unread books. They genuinely believed they were business geniuses, while treating the true architect of their wealth like a stray dog. Looking at their smug, arrogant faces, Alyssa didn't feel a shred of sadness, only a cold, sharp irony. They actually believed they had raised her. She stepped close, whispered the master code to Walter's most secret offshore account, and watched the blood completely drain from his face. "I raised you," she said, turning her back on the mansion without hesitation. Walking into the storm, she pulled out a heavily encrypted phone and gave a single, cold order. "Initiate a full hostile takeover of the Pollard Group." It was time to end this little game and step into her true life—as the world's most elusive medical genius, and the long-lost billionaire heiress of the Summers dynasty.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.0

From Tortured Wife To Mafia Queen

8.0

I posted a photo of baby shoes to celebrate my pregnancy. Two hours later, my husband was holding jumper cables. Kaeden, the Mafia Capo who swore to protect me, stood under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the basement. He didn't look like the man who brought me vanilla lattes. He looked like a monster. His "fragile" childhood friend, Clemmie, had convinced him that my innocent post was a signal to our enemies. "Discipline," Kaeden muttered, refusing to look at my weeping face. "She needs to learn the cost of her voice." He ordered low voltage—just enough to scare me. But the moment he walked out the door, unable to watch, Clemmie smiled. "He's not coming back for you," she whispered. She cranked the dial all the way to the right. She didn't just want to teach me a lesson. She wanted to stop my heart so she could harvest it for herself. And my husband had already signed the release forms. But they made one mistake. They left the cleanup to Alois, the family's most ruthless Enforcer. He didn't bury me. He saved me. Now, while Kaeden cries over a fake grave, consumed by guilt, I am watching from the shadows. Daria Burris died in that chair. The woman who survived is coming for blood.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.3

IDNAPPED ON WEDDING DAY AND BONDED TO THE MAFIA KING

7.3

e didn't come to stop my wedding to Daniel. He came to claim me for himself. One moment I was walking toward "I do" - toward Daniel, my safe, predictable future. Next, his men stormed the church, and I was dragged from the altar in my lace dress, veil torn, dreams shattered. I became the prize of the most dangerous man in the city. Eric Moretti. The Mafia King. Cold eyes. Sinful mouth. Hands that have ended lives... and now own mine. "Daniel can't protect you," he growled against my ear that first night, locking me in his penthouse. "He never could. But me, Seraphina? I'll owe you. Cherish you. Destroy anyone who looks at you twice. You're mine now." I fought him. I screamed. I clawed. He pinned my wrists above my head and showed me exactly what resistance costs. But somewhere between the silk sheets and the dangerous midnight confessions, hate began to blur with something far more terrifying-need. His touch sets my skin on fire. His voice commands my pulse. And when he looks at me like I'm the only light in his dark world, I forget Daniel's name. I forget I was ever meant to be someone else's bride. "I should let you go," he admits one night, lips trailing down my throat. "Send you back to your safe little life with Daniel. But I'm a selfish bastard. And you... You've gotten under my skin, Bella." But in his world, love is a death sentence. Enemies circle. Betrayal festers. And when they come for him, they'll have to go through me-the bride who stopped being a captive the moment I chose to stay. They say the Mafia King has no heart. They're wrong. He gave it to me-and I'll burn this city down before I let anyone take it from him.me to add more tension between Eric and Daniel, or make Daniel a bigger threat?

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

Married to my Dad's Billionaire Mafia Friend

8.4

To settle her father's massive debts, a young woman is forced into a marriage of convenience with his powerful billionaire friend, a man deeply entrenched in the dangerous mafia underworld. Trapped in a cold union born of obligation, she must navigate a world of luxury and lethal secrets. As she adjusts to her new life with a ruthless protector, the line between fear and desire blurs, challenging everything she knows about loyalty.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

9.0

Ordered To Serve His Mistress: Heiress's Revenge

9.0

My fiancé sent me a text ordering me to serve his mistress, unaware that the waitress holding the tray was actually the daughter of the man who owned his soul. I was working undercover at his club, playing the role of a poor nobody to test his character before our wedding. But tonight, the test ended in disaster. His mistress, Jaden, walked in and treated me like dirt. When I brought her drink, she slapped the tray, spilling scalding coffee all over my hand. The pain was white-hot. My skin blistered instantly, peeling away in angry red patches. I showed Connor the injury on a video call, expecting protection. Expecting him to be a man. Instead, he looked at my burned hand and then at his investors. Panic filled his eyes. "Fix it, Blake," he roared. "Apologize to her." "She burned me," I said quietly. "I don't care! Kneel if you have to. Kiss her ring. Just make her happy so I can finish this deal!" He told the Principessa of the Shaw crime family to kneel to a woman who meant nothing. He sacrificed his future wife to save face. Something inside me snapped. It wasn't my heart; it was the leash I had placed on myself. "Okay," I whispered. I hung up the phone and dropped it into a pot of boiling pasta water. Then I turned to the Executive Chef, a former hitman who recognized the lethal shift in my eyes. "Lock the doors," I ordered. "And tell my father I'm ready to burn this place to the ground."

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