Rising From Ashes: The Don's Lost Queen

When her husband sleep-talks about a secret child, a mafia princess discovers his double life. A search of his phone reveals a trail of luxury transfers to another woman and ultrasound photos confirming a four-month pregnancy. Rather than confronting him with emotion, she quietly gathers digital evidence of his infidelity and financial theft. He has forgotten who he married, but he is about to learn the lethal cost of betraying a woman with her connections and power.

Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.

Three years ago, the DeLuca family orchestrated a cruel deception to verify Evelyn’s motives. Her husband, parents, and sister faked their deaths, seizing her assets and leaving her destitute with her young son. Now, her billionaire husband has returned to announce she passed their loyalty test. However, his revelation comes too late. Evelyn is terminally ill, and the son they abandoned has already perished. This mystery novel explores the devastating consequences of a heartless game.

At a Manhattan auction, Olivia’s boyfriend illegally seizes a seat belonging to a plainly dressed elderly woman. In her past life, this choice triggered a chain of tragedy: his sister’s accidental death, the murder of Olivia’s father, and the execution of her brother. Now back in time, Olivia realizes the woman they insulted is actually the mother of the Morretti Don. To survive, she must navigate a dangerous web of mafia secrets and seek revenge before her boyfriend destroys her family again.

After years of relentless pursuit, billionaire Dante Falcone finally claimed Ava Rossi as his bride. But on the eve of their wedding, Ava discovers a devastating betrayal: Dante has kept a secret mistress for years and expects Ava to tolerate her. When his lover disrupts their ceremony with a deadly threat, Dante brutally casts Ava aside to shield the other woman. Her love shattered by his choice, Ava buys a one-way ticket that very night, leaving her mafia groom behind forever.

Six years ago, I was given to New York's most ruthless mafia Don as collateral to pay off my father's gambling debt. After one terrifying, pitch-black night with him, his grandfather framed me for treason and threw me out onto the freezing streets. They threw me away, not knowing I was pregnant with his triplets. Now, I only came back to his city to get his signature on our divorce papers so my children and I could disappear to Europe. But his men ambushed us at the airport and dragged us to his underground interrogation room. Damien threw a DNA consent form on the steel desk, staring at my fierce five-year-old son with dark reverence. "Sign the paper. Or I will personally forge him into the sharpest weapon this family has ever seen." I was trembling with absolute terror. He believed the lies that I had sold his family's secrets and abandoned his firstborn heir for money. I didn't understand why this monster wouldn't just let me go, but I couldn't let him drag my innocent babies into his violent hell. Just as I tearfully picked up the pen to surrender, the room plunged into darkness, and a digital threat hijacked his monitors. My other five-year-old son had hacked the Don's network, starting a 60-second countdown to wipe out all his billions. Damien was forced to yield, but when the steel doors opened, his severely traumatized, silent six-year-old heir walked in—and immediately curled into my arms. Damien stared at us in shock, then slowly tore my divorce papers into pieces. "The deal is off."