Reborn, I Wed the Untamed Playboy

On my wedding day to Julian Moretti, the future Mafia Don, I was deliberately sent to the wrong penthouse. My half-sister Sofia had crawled into my fiancé's bed, leaving me to be discovered by the family's exiled, alcoholic cousin. In my past life, I was shattered by this orchestrated betrayal. I cried and begged when Julian publicly humiliated me, choosing his illegitimate mistress over his rightful bride. I played the perfect, dignified Mafia wife for years. I swallowed his insults, ignored his infidelities, and accepted my ruined reputation to keep the peace. But my blind obedience only paved the way for my murder. Julian discarded me, and I was poisoned to death so Sofia could steal my crown as the Mafia Queen. Until my agonizing last breath, I didn't understand. I had honored our families' blood alliance flawlessly. Why was I the sacrificial lamb while they were rewarded for their treason? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the dark leather sofa, suffocating in my heavy silk wedding dress. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I grabbed a heavy brass letter opener, marched straight into the Don's main study, and slapped the Underboss across the face in front of the entire family. "A Valdez woman does not share her husband," I declared coldly. "To honor the alliance, I will marry Dante." If they wanted to make my humiliation a fact, I was going to make it a funeral.

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The silence in the study was absolute, thick enough to choke on. Julian's arm remained locked around Sofia's waist, a blatant declaration of war against his own blood. Don Antonio's knuckles turned white around the armrests of his leather chair, but before the Don could unleash his wrath, Sofia made her move.

She buried her face against Julian's chest, then peeked out at me from beneath her lashes. Her doe eyes swam with perfectly timed tears, playing the tragic heroine to perfection.

"Sister," she whispered, her voice trembling with a sickening mix of triumph and fake pity. "I... I am so sorry it had to be this way."

The word sister hissed through the air like venom. Julian shot me a dark, warning glare, silently commanding me to accept my humiliation and bow to his choice.

Instead, I smoothed the silk of my gown and closed the distance between us. My footsteps were measured, calm. When I reached them, I didn't hesitate. I raised my hand and struck Sofia across the face with every ounce of strength I possessed.

The sharp crack echoed off the mahogany walls like a gunshot.

Sofia shrieked, her knees buckling as she collapsed against Julian's chest. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale cheek.

"Don't you dare call me sister," I said, my voice dropping to a lethal, ice-cold whisper. "You are nothing."

Julian's head snapped up, his eyes blazing with a murderous fury. He shoved Sofia behind him, shielding her like a feral beast protecting its mate.

"Enough!" he snarled, his voice vibrating with rage. "You have no right. A Moretti wife should have dignity, not the manners of a street brawler."

A street brawler.

The sheer hypocrisy of his words tasted like ash on my tongue. In my past life, I had been the perfect, dignified wife. For decades, I had swallowed his insults, turned a blind eye to his infidelities, and ultimately died for my blind obedience. He wanted a silent martyr. He wanted the broken girl who would quietly accept his scraps while he paraded his puttana (whore) in front of the world.

The cold, suffocating hatred of a stolen lifetime surged through my veins, drowning out any lingering fear. I rubbed my stinging palm, my eyes locking onto his.

Then, I took another step forward.

Before he could even register the movement, I swung my arm and backhanded the Underboss of the Moretti family.

The sound was deafening. It was a blow meant to shatter his untouchable ego. Julian stumbled back half a step, his jaw slack with absolute shock. The future Don, publicly struck by his unwanted bride.

Elvina let out a sharp gasp, her hand flying to her throat in horror. Don Antonio remained frozen in his chair, his eyes darkening to pitch black. Yet, neither of them uttered a single word to stop me. They couldn't. Julian had broken the regola (rule) first; he had publicly spat on our families' onore (honor). Punishing me meant acknowledging his unforgivable failure.

Through the suffocating tension, my gaze flicked to the shadows by the towering bookshelves. Dante was still leaning there, but the bored, drunken indifference was entirely gone. A slow, dark smirk curved his lips, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous, predatory approval.

The ringing silence stretched across the room, heavy with the weight of a shattered alliance, waiting for the true master of the house to pass judgment.

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Alina rejects Alpha Zach as her mate for the sake of her father but when she realizes she can't do without him, she hurries back into his arms, marrying him but things don't go as she hopes it would as Zach's feelings towards her changes. She ends up leaving the marriage at his behest. When Zach realizes Alina is carrying his child, he goes after her but this time things are different as he tries his best to have her back at all cost.

Mafia Romance Werewolf

7.6

Annulled Love, Mafia's Fall: She Bulldozed All

7.6

On my wedding night, I made a vow to Liam Gallo, the most feared man in New York. "If you ever betray me," I whispered, "I will vanish from your life as if I never existed." He laughed, thinking it was a romantic promise. It was an oath. Three years later, I discovered his betrayal. It wasn't just an affair; it was a public humiliation. His mistress, Ava, sent me photos of herself in my places, wearing jewelry he'd given me, taunting me with her presence in my life. And Liam let her. The final blow came at our Hamptons estate. I saw them together, Liam and a triumphant, pregnant Ava, in front of his inner circle. He was choosing her, his pregnant mistress, over his injured wife, demanding I apologize for upsetting her. In my own home, I was an obstacle. In my own marriage, I was a prop. The love I clung to for years finally died. Ava's texts confirmed it all, including a picture of an ultrasound captioned "Our baby," and another of her wearing the necklace he named "Maya's Dawn." So, on the morning after our anniversary party, I enacted my plan. I liquidated my assets, bulldozed the garden he planted for me, and served him divorce papers. Then, with a new identity, I walked out of the service exit and disappeared into the city, leaving the man who broke his vows to the wreckage of the life he destroyed.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.9

Blood on the Asphalt bikers

8.9

They killed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory. Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave. Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie. Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him. As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed. She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.

Action Mafia Mystery

8.5

Cautiva de tu amor

8.5

Elena’s life takes a dark turn when she is forcibly taken by Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his dangerous world, she must navigate the complex web of power and betrayal that surrounds him. While she initially resists her captor, an unexpected and intense attraction begins to form between them. In a landscape of violence and secrets, Elena struggles to reconcile her growing feelings with the reality of her captivity.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

I Left The Jester For The King

8.2

"Little Siren: I miss your hands on me." That message lit up the screen of a burner phone I found in my fiancé's jacket pocket while he was in the shower. Franco Moretti, the rising star of the Vitiello crime family, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he was "saving himself" for our wedding night out of respect. But the phone told a different story. I unlocked it and found three years of betrayal. It wasn't just a fling. It was Camilla, a girl from high school I had befriended out of pity. I watched their history unfold. He complained that I was cold. He called me a statue. Then I saw the invoice. He had bought two identical pink diamond engagement rings. One for me, and one for her. Worse, he had stolen my grandmother' s heirloom jade bracelet-a piece of history meant for his bride-and given it to his mistress. "I need her name to get the chair," he texted her. "You are my true Queen." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I realized I wasn't a person to him; I was a ladder. Leaving him would be too easy. Leaving is what victims do. I walked to my laptop and opened a new document. I wasn't just going to cancel the wedding. I was going to broadcast his ruin to the entire underworld, and our wedding would be my stage. Then, I picked up the phone and dialed the one number my father forbade me to call. "I accept," I told the deep voice on the other end. "You understand what you are agreeing to, Gianna?" Enzo Falcone asked. "I understand," I said, looking at the New York skyline. "You want an alliance. I want a weapon."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don

8.0

For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over. Instead, she framed me again. Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate. I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help. But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference. He chose the monster over his wife. That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me. So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me. I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn. Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass. He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger. He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession. "Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."

Mafia Modern Romance

Reborn, I Wed the Untamed Playboy

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