Redeemed in Blood
Amelia Manson married the mafia boss Cristian Patel for three years and got kidnapped by his enemies 99 times.
To save her, Cristian broke fingers and ribs and spent hundreds of millions just to keep Amelia safe.
After the 100th rescue, Amelia rushed to the hospital.
But outside the ward, she overheard Cristian, who had just woken from a coma, confess to his female subordinate that he regretted everything.
Cristian said to her, "Amelia, I'll send you abroad. This place really isn't right for you."
Amelia sensibly pulled out the divorce papers.
"Divorce will make things safer."
Cristian thought this was their usual fake divorce agreement.
But he didn't know the papers were real and that she was truly exhausted.
This time, he would never find her again.
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Chapter 5
Amelia handled her own discharge papers.
The moment she closed the hospital room door, she seemed to glimpse herself lying unconscious on the bed while Cristian hovered nearby with deep worry on his face. He wiped her face one moment, fed her water the next, then kissed her hand and whispered how much he missed her.
A faint smile lifted the corners of Amelia's mouth, but the vision vanished in an instant.
An empty room and two people heading toward separate futures—that was the reality for her and Cristian now.
Amelia returned home and stood in the center of the living room. Memories flooded her of the entire process when they decorated the house together.
They mixed and applied the wall paint themselves. They laid the floors with their own hands.
The sofa, cabinets, and table lamps—they traveled across the country to pick each one out and bring them back.
They dreamed of raising children in this house and growing old together.
Yet they never imagined that after only three years, before the lamps even wore out, everything would fall apart.
Amelia rubbed the ring on her finger and started to remove it. In a daze, she saw Cristian's hand reach over to stop her.
At the same time, his tender murmur echoed in her ears. "Amelia, you're my wife for life. Don't take it off."
Amelia snapped back to reality and moved to pull the ring off again. One of Cristian's men burst in with panic on his face. "Cristian is hurt. He specifically asked to see you. Amelia, come with me."
Amelia reached the hospital and saw Cristian lying on a gurney outside the emergency room, barely breathing. He fiercely resisted the doctors treating his wounds.
His voice was faint, but his attitude remained firm. "I said it already. If my wife doesn't come, I won't have the surgery."
Amelia approached his side. Blood covered his chest. It glued his eyes nearly shut.
Yet he sensed her presence immediately.
"Amelia." Cristian called her name with deep affection and weakly lifted his hand. Amelia instinctively placed hers in it.
He felt the ring. A smile touched his lips. "Babe, I have something to tell you. Wait until I wake up, okay?"
He seemed to have waited for her a long time. After those words, he slipped into unconsciousness.
The doctor who had waited nearby grew tense at once.
He shouted, "Get Mr. Patel into the operating room."
Cristian woke again suddenly. His voice came out hoarse and broken. "Amelia, wait for me when I come out. You have to wait."
The door slammed shut. The operating room light turned on.
Tears reddened Amelia's eyes.
Years ago, the first time Cristian ended up hospitalized from injuries, she froze in terror. She waited outside the room for six full hours until they finally wheeled him out.
The doctor said then that the patient survived only because of his incredible will to live.
Cristian opened his eyes groggily. The moment he saw Amelia, his own eyes filled with tears.
His voice shook with fear and caution. "Amelia, I was so scared I'd never see you again."
Amelia wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye. She turned resolutely and walked away from the operating room.
Suddenly someone rushed up and grabbed her collar. "Amelia, I always knew he risks his life every time because of you. Did he kill your whole family in a past life? Is that why he suffers like this now? He went all out on the job so he could get you away safely. If luck hadn't been on his side, that bullet would have hit his heart. Does he have to die before you'll finally stop?"
The man grew more agitated. He raised his fist to smash it into her face.
But the punch never landed. Natalie blocked it in midair.
She spoke coldly. "The boss's wife isn't someone you can touch casually."
The man spat. "The only real boss's wife in our hearts is you, Natalie. What is she?"
Natalie's lips held a faint smile. She ordered the man to back down.
The smile vanished from her face instantly. "Amelia, have you ever counted? Over these years, how many times has Cristian landed in the hospital to save you? How much blood has he lost? How many wounds has he taken? How many times has he danced with death? Thirty-seven hospital visits. He received a total of 3856 milliliters of blood. Doctors issued critical condition notices three times. Today makes the fourth. Amelia, do you really love him?"
In Amelia's mind, Natalie was a ruthless and venomous beauty.
No one failed to fear her smiling facade that hid deadly schemes.
Her love for Cristian was open and known to all.
Her hatred for Amelia showed plainly in her gritted teeth with no attempt to hide it.
Amelia had no doubt.
If Natalie wasn't worried about angering Cristian, she would have killed Amelia directly long ago.
But now, seeing the slight redness in Natalie's eyes, Amelia couldn't help but ask. "Why do you love him so much?"
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7.3
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.
8.0
For four years, Ember traced the bullet scar on Chace's chest, believing it proved his unwavering protection. Their anniversary gala was supposed to be the night he finally proposed, a symbol of their future. Instead, she stood frozen, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto Karyn Warren's finger—the daughter of a rival family.
His voice, amplified by the silent ballroom, declared, "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." Her heart incinerated. Publicly humiliated, she was ordered to remain his mistress, threatened with her dead mother's grave. Chace, confident her father's debts trapped her, forced her from their shared penthouse.
He then used a fake "Help. Sick." text to lure Ember to a club, only to humiliate her further, calling her "loyal like a dog." Karyn ordered a soldier to "touch" Ember while Chace watched, indifferent. With no other choice, Ember drank a punishment cup containing wine she was severely allergic to.
She collapsed, suffocating on the club floor, as Chace and Karyn watched, annoyed. Waking in a sterile hospital room, her throat raw, she faced Chace's cold relief and Karyn's dismissive cruelty. The betrayal was absolute, the injustice sickening.
But moments before, in her despair, Ember had invoked a Blood Oath. She texted Keith Mosley, the ruthless Don, accepting his price for her father's debt: marriage. She would become his, and she was ready to pay.
8.1
Elena Marlowe is a quiet and gentle woman who never looked for trouble. But everything changes the night she meets Damien De Luca, a powerful Mafia boss known for being cold, arrogant, and ruthless.
From the beginning, Damien wants her-and he always gets what he wants. At first, Elena is afraid of him, but as time passes, she sees another side of the man everyone fears. With her, Damien becomes softer, more human. And for the first time, he learns what it means to love.
Their love is strong, but danger follows them everywhere. Friends turn into traitors, and even family members plot against them. Surrounded by lies and betrayal, Elena and Damien must fight for each other and for the life they dream of.
This is a story of love and danger, of passion and betrayal-where even in the darkest world, love can change everything.
8.5
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
7.5
In the Kingdom of Everspire, a celestial omen appears once every thousand years, the Blood Moon Prophecy. It chooses one woman to mate-bond with five Alpha wolves, each ruling a different pack. If she fails to unite them, the kingdom will fall to the Void Beasts that hunt in the shadows. This year, it chose me, and all five of my fated Alpha mates rejected our bond.
I was the packless wolfless orphan no one wants.
They don't know I'm the Silver Phantom, the realm's most feared masked rogue wolf who's slaughtered corrupt Alphas for a decade.
They don't know I'm the Last Moonblood, heir to the ancient Celestial Pack that was supposed to be exterminated. They don't know I'm a True Alpha-stronger than any wolf alive-who's mastered nine ancient powers: primal magic, battle strategy, healing arts, divine shifting, and more.
And they definitely don't know I'm the only one who can stop the Demon King of the Void from breaking through and destroying all shifter-kind.
The Crown Prince Alpha thought bonding with me would weaken his bloodline.
Now he corners me in the hallways, his voice low and desperate "You belong to me, Lysandra. At my side. In my bed. Under my protection. Your wolf calls to mine-don't you dare deny what burns between us."
The General Alpha believed I'd be a liability on the battlefield.
Now he drops to one knee before me after I ended a war he couldn't win, his eyes burning gold. "I was a god-damned fool. You're not just my mate. You're my Alpha. My equal in everything. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Say you'll stay."
The Grand Sorcerer Alpha was convinced I had no wolf, no power, nothing became obsessed. "Your power passes mine. You're Mine. I've searched centuries for a mate worthy of me, and you've been here all along. Don't you dare hide from me again."
The Merchant Heir Alpha called me forgettable. Now he traces the scars on my face like they're sacred. "I was blind and stupid. You're the most exquisite creature I've ever seen. Let me spend eternity proving I'm worthy of you. Let me worship you the way I should have from the moment we met."
The Shadow Guardian Alpha refused to even acknowledge my existence.
Now he stalks me through the darkness, his voice a rough whisper against my neck. "I've hunted you for years without knowing my prey was my mate. You're the only wolf strong enough to stand beside me. The only one I'll ever submit to. You own me, little phantom. Whether you accept it or not."
And now all five of them are obsessed with me.
Possessive and Feral with need.
Too bad I'm the one in control now.
And I have a Demon King to kill.
9.0
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."
"And send the wolves."