Rising From Ashes: The Don's Lost Queen
I gave up the peace of a civilian life to marry Dante, the most cold-blooded Don this city has ever known.
For years, I managed the chaos of his life and respected his lethal secrets.
But everything changed the moment he took a young soldier named Tess as his private secretary.
He let her sit in the passenger seat of his armored SUV—a spot strictly reserved for me—and even allowed her to answer his encrypted burner phones.
When I found her lipstick in his car, he simply said, "Don't be so paranoid."
I knew then that we were over.
So, on our fifth wedding anniversary, I left my wedding ring on his desk alongside a signed set of divorce papers.
I packed a single bag and walked out of his gilded cage, finally choosing to live for myself.
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Chapter 6
I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man in the doorway. Tonight, Dante looked like a stranger to me.
I smiled slightly. "What do you want to talk about? Tess?"
Dante fell silent, his shoulders tense.
I let out a soft sigh. "There’s nothing to say. I understand you need to comfort your subordinates for the sake of the family, right? There’s nothing to explain because I understand everything."
Those were the exact words he used to say to me whenever I cried for his comfort.
Dante’s face went pale instantly. He opened his mouth to speak, but the sharp ring of his encrypted backup phone cut through the silence.
He pulled the device out, hesitated for a second, and hit speakerphone.
"Boss!" Tess’s voice came through, thick with hysterical sobbing. "Someone shot at my car! I think I’m being followed! Please, save me!"
Dante frowned, his lethal instincts taking over. "Call the family doctor and go to the nearest safe house. I’ll send a Capo with armed men to protect you."
He hung up and immediately began mobilizing his men. I sat quietly, watching him issue cold, calculated orders.
When he finally hung up, he rubbed his face with his hand.
"If you knew this would happen," I broke the silence, "you should have driven her home yourself."
Dante froze, staring at me for a long time. "I shouldn't have taken her away," he murmured to himself, as if trying to convince his own conscience.
I pulled back the covers and lay down, turning my back to him. "Turn off the light when you leave."
Just like our marriage, it was time to turn out the lights.
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7.1
One look was all it took for the Golden Wolf to mark his prey.
To the glittering elite of Milan, Dante Moretti is a god among men, a billionaire mogul whose Midas touch turns every gold future into an empire. But beneath the bespoke Italian suits and the cold, amber eyes lies a monster. Sworn in as the new Capo of the Moretti Syndicate over his father's open casket, Dante is a man who rules with an iron grip and a heart of stone. He doesn't ask for what he wants. He takes it.
Then he saw Bianca.
Bianca Rossi is a creature of light, an innocent art student who finds beauty in the shadows of Milan's back alleys. She lives for her canvas and her dreams, unaware that a chance encounter in a midnight storm has placed her in the sights of the city's most dangerous predator.
Dante doesn't just want her. He is obsessed.
Using his billions like a silken web, Dante orchestrates a "gilded cage" for Bianca. From anonymous scholarships to lavish "chance" encounters, he draws her into a world of blood-stained gold and lethal power plays. But Bianca is no porcelain doll. Behind her soft beauty lies a fierce, indomitable spirit that refuses to be bought-or broken.
As a brutal war with the Ricci family threatens to burn Milan to the ground, Bianca must choose: flee the man who stalks her dreams, or stand beside the Wolf and become his Queen.
In a world where loyalty is paid in blood and love is a lethal weakness, will Dante's possessiveness be their salvation... or their ultimate destruction?
9.5
"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own."
Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family.
Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run.
But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away.
When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her.
"You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."
7.6
Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow.
Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars.
The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom.
"Mommy!"
When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor.
Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse.
But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind.
Cason Richmond.
The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld.
How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt?
The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness.
But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim.
Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall.
Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.
8.1
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"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.
I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.
Fuck!
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9.4
Kidnapped, beaten and locked up, Aurora Puro Pucasso, The daughter of General Puro Pucasso, has her life turned upside down. One moment she's on her bed, the next, she's forcefully taken by Vincenzo West, and made to act like his wife Brielle, and the mother to his psychotic child in exchange for her to live.
What happens when every of Brielle's past comes to haunt her? Can she survive her new daughter's torment? What happen when the line between Reality and fiction start to blur between Aurora and Vincenzo.
8.7
I wasn't supposed to be here.
Girls like me don't belong to Alpha parties.
I came as a favor.
As a waitress.
As the poor best friend nobody notices.
Until he noticed me.
Fresh from the shower.
Bare chest. Water sliding down hard muscle.
Eyes like a predator that already chose its prey.
My best friend's father.
The Alpha King.
He helps me with my dress when the zipper gets stuck.
His fingers brush my skin.
My breath stutters.
The air changes.
He looks at me like he knows me.
Like he owns me.
Then the party turns ugly.
Hands grabbing. Drinks forced to my lips. Laughter is too loud.
And just when everything almost breaks
He comes for me.
Carries me out like I'm something precious. Something is his.
That night shouldn't have happened.
But the moon was high.
My body burned.
And when he whispered "mine" against my ear, I forgot every rule I ever lived by.
I woke up in his bed.
In his scent.
In his world.
I'm about to lie to my best friend... say I'm already home...
When I hear her voice outside his bedroom door.
"Dad? Breakfast's ready."
Dad.
Oh God.
The Alpha King isn't just my mistake.
He's hers.
And now he says I'm his mate.