Reborn as my enemy's contract wife

After a fatal betrayal by her own family, a woman unexpectedly wakes up in the body of an heiress. To uncover the truth behind her death and exact revenge, she enters a dangerous contract marriage with her former greatest rival, a cold mafia boss. As they navigate a web of secrets and lethal conspiracies, their fake alliance sparks a genuine, perilous passion. She must survive his world while hiding her true identity to win her war.

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Chapter 2

Camilia winced as the sun’s rays shone on her face.

She turned to the side to avoid the bright light; her eyes half opened but suddenly memories of her death flashed in her mind.

She gasped and sat up looking around the unfamiliar room.

“Where am I? Am I dead!?” she stuttered, searching herself for the cuts and dried blood on her skin

Camilia stared at her perfectly smooth and spotless chest.

“But I was shot, I know I was. I felt it” she said. Camilia held the side of her head as all she felt was a throbbing headache. “Ahh my head…” she lamented.

She got up from the king-sized bed her eyes darting round the room.

From the softness of the rug under her feet and the comfiness of the nightwear on her body, Camilia knew this was not Anthony’s doing.

“Am I in heaven? Afterlife?? Purgatory???”

Suddenly, she saw a reflection, at the side of the room a large mirror stood.

Camilia rushed to the mirror and what she saw made her fall to the ground.

Her heart thundered, her breath quickened.

“NO..NO..NO, this can’t be real” Camilia said.

She stood up and looked at the mirror again to be sure that she was not just hallucinating.

“Ahh!!” Camilia let out a loud scream her hand touching her face.

Immediately a middle-aged blonde woman ran into the room and got on her knees. Her messy hair and tired look showed that she didn’t get enough sleep. And her stained apron looked like she had just left the kitchen.

“I did everything you asked for miss. I cleaned your room just the way you like it and did not wake you up in the process. I have also made sure that breakfast is ready and set in the dinning for you.” She said, her head bowed as she avoided eye contact.

Camilia stared at the shaken woman before her.

“Who are you? Where am I?”

The maid held onto Camilia’s leg, tears streaming down her face.

“Please miss don’t fire me, I beg of you. I-I-I have three kids and my husband is late, I am just a poor widow. There is no one to help me, if I lose this job how will I care for my kids?? pay their tuition and the house rent ? Please have mercy on me” she sobbed.

“I don’t understand what’s going on here” Camilia said attempting to release the woman’s grip on her leg.

Before Camilia could utter another word, a young maid entered the room, her plumb figure and smooth face showed that she was just in her early twenties.She also went on her knees, her head to the ground facing downwards.

“I am sorry for not knocking but Mr. Donatello ordered me to call you. He said he wants you now.” She said.

“Who???” Camilia asked, her eyebrow raised.

“Your fiancé, Miss Katherine” she replied her head still bowed.

Camilia stared at the mirror for the third time and then she remembered the face before her. She had seen her just once, at a dinner event she attended with Anthony.

Katherine stood side by side and even crossed arms with the man she despised the most, Donatello.

Camilia cloud not quite pinpoint one thing she hated about Donatello, maybe it was because she hated everything about him, his guts, his large ego…He had always been like even at a young age.

Camilia recalled getting bullied on different occasions at school only to find out that Donatello was behind it.As if that was not enough, they were in the same class throughout most of their school years.Even now at a grown age he still competes with Anthony at everything. He became a rival and posed as a threat to her family.

Here she was, with Katherine’s face but not just only her face but her body too.

“How is this possible?? How...” Camilia murmured to herself. She had died, how was she alive and in another person’s body?

“Donatello” she frowned.

“He must have done something to me, that scum” she gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed.

“Take me to him now!!” she yelled.

The two maids quickly jumped to their feet and led Camilia to Donatello’s room.

Donatello sat on a soft cushioned sofa, positioned just beside his massive bed. He crossed his legs as he scrolled through a document he held, reading every content.

The maids led Camilia to the entrance of the room and ran off immediately. Camilia stormed into Donatello's room, her eyes full of disgust.

“Didn't your parents teach you not to enter a room without knocking?” He said with his eyes still fixed on the document.” It's basic courtesy but I'm sure you wouldn't know that”.

Camilia scoffed.

She felt like plucking out his two eyes and feeding them to him. Camelia knew Donatello was aware that she was an orphan, and Rosita was the only family she had, yet here he was, using it against her.

“Look who's talking. I'm sure your parents regret having you. They should have aborted you when they had the chance, or even better, dumped you in the bin”. Camelia leaned in, her hands crossed.

Donatello was stunned. This was the first time Katherine ever talked back at him. She had always clung to him like a parasite. He raised his head, now looking face to face with Camilia.

“What did you do to me?” Camilia asked. Donatello tilted his head and smirked

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One touch, and I was lost."' His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy." His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time. "You're mine. And I don't share." ******* Isabella Moretti made one mistake. One night that should have stayed buried. One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell. She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body. But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants. When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be's face. It's him. Damian Blackwell Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved. Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices: Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything. A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.6

Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison

7.6

Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.7

Falling For The Mafia Boss

9.7

Raven's entire life has been defined by loss and betrayal. At just 13, she watched as the Cartel brutally murdered her father-an act that not only tore her family apart but also set her on a path to destroy the empire responsible. Now, at 22, she's back in Spain, leading a ragtag team of rebels with the singular goal of dismantling the Gonzalez Cartel from within. But as Raven infiltrates the Cartel's operations and gets closer to Mario-Tito's ruthless son-the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur. But love is a luxury Raven cannot afford. Lucas, her devoted team member and secret lover, has always been by her side, waiting for the day they can escape the Cartel's grasp and finally be free. Torn between loyalty, love, and vengeance, Raven faces the ultimate dilemma: Will she sacrifice everything she's fought for to build a future with Mario, or will her thirst for revenge consume her entirely, leaving no room for love? As the stakes rise and the Cartel's reach tightens, Raven must choose whether to live for revenge or risk everything for the love she never thought possible.

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

Forbidden desire- In Love With My Father's Best Friend

7.6

" Make love to me, Ryan. F*ck me till my legs give way. " When Amelia said this, she knew she was willing to risk everything... her father's trust and happiness. **** " Damnit, Amelia! He's my friend! " Her father snarled. " And he's my lover! " She yelled right back. Bryan shook his head, " No, child. Ryan is too dangerous for you. " " And old, " he added in a whisper. " I'm not a child anymore, daddy. I'm 21 " Amelia answered. " Who knows nothing! End it with him or I'll disown you! " He was shouting now. She stomped her feet on the ground like the child her father had called her, " I'm going to be with him, Dad! Get used to it. " " He's being called a monster for a reason. Don't you know why? " " Stupid reason. He doesn't deserve it. " she retorted and added, " And isn't he supposed to be your friend? " Bryan shook his head, " You come first, Mel. I'm going to protect you from him. " " At all cost. "

Mafia Modern Romance

9.4

The Boss's Forbidden Obsession

9.4

"I don't want a bride. I want a toy I can break. And you, little firebrand, look like you'd snap so beautifully." Nikolai Volkov is the undisputed King of the Moscow Underworld. He is a man of ice and iron, a beast who takes what he wants and discards it when he's done. He doesn't believe in love, only power and the raw, brutal satisfaction of his darkest urges. When his mother demands he marry to secure the Volkov throne, he expects a submissive puppet. He didn't expect Ivy St. Claire. Ivy is everything Nikolai hates-kind, stubborn, and utterly unimpressed by his blood-stained reputation. She's his cousin's best friend, a guest in his house who treats his word like a suggestion rather than law. She has the face of an angel and the tongue of a devil, and from the moment she stares him down in his own kitchen, Nikolai is ruined. One taste of her defiance turns into a lethal addiction. He wants to own her. He wants to cage her. He wants to hear her scream his name-not in fear, but in a surrender she swore she'd never give. But in Nikolai's world, obsession comes with a body count. As enemies circle the Volkov empire, Nikolai must decide: will he protect the woman who has captured his black heart, or will his own shadows consume them .

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

The Capo Who Forgot His Beloved Wife

9.1

Five years ago, Dante Moretti was the Capo who promised to burn the world for me. Today, he is a monster with amnesia who treats me like a servant while parading his mistress, Carla, in front of me. When Carla cut her own baby's lip to frame me, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me into the hotel lobby, claiming I was a monster who hurt children. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You use your voice to lie. You don't deserve a voice." He ordered his guards to hold me down. Then, he took a silver needle and thick black thread. Right there in front of the staff and guests, he sewed my mouth shut. Three stitches. One for silence. One for obedience. One for the Family. He thought he had broken me. He didn't know that while I bled, the walls blocking his memory were already crumbling. Months later, after I had escaped and built a new life, he found me. He knelt in the snow outside my gate, weeping, begging to fix what he broke. "I remember everything, Elena. I love you." I touched the white scars on my lips and looked down at him. "You can't fix this, Dante." "Unless you can give me the last five years back."

Mafia Modern Romance

Reborn as my enemy's contract wife

Chapter 2

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