Rejected by the Mafia Don, Claimed by His Rival

For eight years, I was raised to be his queen. My entire world was built on the promise that I would marry Dante Moretti, the future Don of the city's most powerful family. But on the eve of our betrothal, I overheard his plan. He was going to cast me aside for another woman, Isabella, and a street orphan he would pass off as his heir. He publicly humiliated me at his party, introducing her as his true queen. When a crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling, he used his own body to shield her, leaving me to be crushed beneath it. Later, after falsely accusing me of attacking her, he shoved my head under the freezing water of a pool, hissing that my love for him was "disgusting." But the truth that finally destroyed me was worse. For ten years, Dante had been obsessed with a scent he thought was mine. It was all a lie—a custom perfume Isabella had been wearing all along. I was never the one he wanted; I was just a case of mistaken identity. After he broke my bones and shattered my spirit, I finally made a choice. I accepted my brother's offer to escape to the rival Falcone territory. As our jet prepared for takeoff, I blocked Dante's frantic calls without looking back. This time, I was leaving for good.

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Chapter 4

Alessia POV:

Dante strode into my infirmary room carrying a basket of fruit and flowers, what passed for a "get-well" gesture in his world. I was on my phone, texting Luca's contact to confirm the final details of my transport.

Falcone territory. Ten days. All set.

Dante's shadow fell over me. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, his voice low and laced with the suspicion of a man who'd missed nothing.

I slowly looked up from my phone, schooling my features into a mask of indifference. "That is no longer within your purview, my Don," I said, my tone formal and cold.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. He hated this. He hated that I wasn't fighting, screaming, begging. He dropped the basket on the bedside table with a sharp thud. "Physical therapy," he grunted. "I'll take you."

He pushed my wheelchair through the halls, the silence between us thick and suffocating. He was expecting me to break, to say something, but I remained silent, playing the part of a compliant doll in his possession.

We rounded a corner into the main hall, and then he saw her.

Isabella was standing near the entrance, wringing her hands and looking artfully distressed. Dante released my wheelchair without a second thought, rushing to her side. "What is it? Are you hurt?"

I watched as the wheelchair-which he had left at the top of a subtle ramp leading down to the main floor-began to roll, picking up speed. It was heading directly for a large, decorative stone fountain. A collision would be agonizing for my shattered leg. I had no choice.

I threw myself from the chair, landing hard on the rough stone floor. A fresh wave of searing pain shot up my leg as fresh blood bloomed through the bandages.

Isabella looked down at me, a flicker of triumph in her eyes before she masked it with false sympathy. "Oh, Dante, you should carry her," she suggested sweetly.

Dante didn't even glance at me. "My arms are reserved for my woman," he stated, his voice flat. He turned his back on me, leading Isabella away and leaving me struggling on the cold floor.

As they passed, Isabella leaned down, her voice a triumphant whisper only I could hear. "He chose me. Now tell me, did you overhear our plan?"

I didn't answer. I just stared at her, letting my silence be its own reply. Frustration flashed across her face before she straightened up and took a deliberate step back, her heel catching on nothing at all. With a theatrical gasp and a wild flail of her arms, she tumbled backward into the icy water of the hydrotherapy pool nearby.

"She pushed me!" Isabella shrieked, sputtering.

Rage, pure and black, contorted Dante's face. He hauled a dripping Isabella from the pool, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire. Then he turned on me.

He grabbed me by the hair, dragging me to the edge of the pool. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild bird trapped in a cage of bone.

"You want to play in the water?" he snarled.

He shoved my head under the freezing surface, the shock of the cold stealing the air from my lungs. Panic clawed at my throat as he held me down, his hand a vice on the back of my neck. He loomed over me, his face a mask of cold fury.

"Touch her again," he growled, his voice a Don's command that vibrated through the water, through my very soul. "And I'll strip you of your name. You'll be a ghost. No family, no protection. You'll belong to no one."

My eyes were wide with terror and disbelief, the world a distorted, watery blur. Then, he pushed me deeper, and I sank, the last of my air escaping in a frantic stream of bubbles.

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Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents. Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City. * "Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne. But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time? What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?

Mafia Modern Romance

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

7.6

He Faked Death, I Married The Don

7.6

I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.4

HIS TO DESTROY

9.4

For years, Elena has lived in the shadow of the Italian mafia, bound by a debt she never chose. When she is handed over to the ruthless Dante Moretti to settle her family's sins, her world turns into a gilded cage. Dante is a man driven by vengeance, intending to break the girl who represents his enemy. However, as blood spills and secrets emerge, the line between hatred and obsession blurs, sparking a dangerous fire that may consume them both.

Action Mafia Romance

7.8

Shadows of the Moon Bond: Sold to the Alpha Don's Fated Rejection

7.8

Elena Voss was sold like a debt receipt. Her greedy aunt and uncle handed her over to Damien Blackthorn-New York's untouchable billionaire tech mogul by day, ruthless Mafia Don and Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack by night-to settle a family debt they never asked her to pay. The moment their eyes met in that rain-soaked alley, the fated mate bond ignited like wildfire. For one reckless night, he claimed her body and soul, whispering "mine" against her skin while the Moon Goddess sealed their destiny. Then came the betrayal. On their first anniversary, he paraded his pureblood fiancée through their penthouse, let her kneel for him in the study while Elena watched from the shadows, and divorced her in front of the entire pack. "Wolfless trash," he snarled. "You were never more than payment." Heart in pieces and two tiny heartbeats growing inside her, Elena fled. She vanished into Seattle's gray drizzle, changed her name, cut her hair, and built a quiet life as a single mother. She swore the Blackthorn name would never touch her twins-Leo and Luna, the secret heirs he didn't even know existed. Five years later, the children's first uncontrolled shifts rip through their small apartment like lightning. The only place that can teach them control and keep them hidden from rival packs is back in New York-back under Damien's shadow. The Alpha Don who once threw her away is now obsessed. The fated bond never died; it only waited. He feels her every laugh, every tear, every protective growl she gives their children. He'll burn his empire, his alliances, and his pride to drag her back. But Elena isn't the broken girl he discarded anymore. She's a mother with claws. A luna who learned to bite. And this time, if he wants her forgiveness, he'll have to beg on his knees. Pregnancy. Divorce. Secret babies. Billionaire alpha. Mafia power plays. Revenge that burns slow and sweet. Some bonds can't be broken. Some rejections come with claws. And some second chances are paid for in blood.

Mafia Modern Werewolf

7.6

NOT YOURS TO LOSE, EX-HUSBAND

7.6

My ex-husband, Reese Beaumont, sent me divorce papers on our anniversary, five years after I walked down the aisle to join him. I signed them with a red lipstick and sent them back to him, with a short note which read: "I am not going to give you the liberty of thinking you still own me." Now, one year later, he is standing in my office, the smug look in his eyes gone, and for some reason, still wearing our wedding ring. "You're still mine, Roxanne. You didn't sign the divorce papers, and you seem to forget that you're nothing without me." A soft chuckle escape my lips, right as my fake fiancé walks in, holding our one-year-old son. The son Reese never knew I was pregnant with. "Funny," I mutter. "Because I don't remember you being in control of the game." Now, he's everywhere, showing up at my gallery and outbidding my fake fiancé at my auctions. Telling the media we are on the road to reconciliation. But I am not the same woman who cried for him one year ago. I am the woman he never expected to walk out the door. And the one he'll always regret letting go.

Mafia Modern Romance

Rejected by the Mafia Don, Claimed by His Rival

Chapter 4

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