Rising From His Broken Mafia Vows
Mob boss Dante Falcone plucked me off the streets and made me his queen.
I thought I'd married the most loyal man in the underworld, until I caught him with my cousin Lucia.
She was six months pregnant with his child, living in our luxury villa.
After the car accident, I needed a blood transfusion to save our unborn baby.
The blood bank was empty.
Dante had ordered all emergency medical resources redirected to save his mistress.
He signed our child's death warrant with his own hand.
When I woke up to find my stomach horribly flat, my phone rang.
It was Dante, ecstatic because he'd just seen my old pregnancy test results, completely unaware he'd already killed his own heir.
"I'm going to build an empire for our child," he promised.
I didn't say a word.
I hung up, secretly signed the divorce papers, and called my intelligence contact, demanding immediate extraction.
After I disappeared, the untouchable Don finally understood what it meant to lose everything. He burned the world down and swore he'd bring me back.
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Chapter 5
Sienna's Perspective
With agonizing slowness, Dante slid the napkin from my trembling fingers.
His handsome face remained an impenetrable mask.
"I would never snoop through your personal correspondence," Dante said, handing the crumpled linen back to me.
I smiled at him.
A cold smile, one that never reached my eyes.
Without hesitation, I invited him to a private dinner that night at our penthouse.
My final plan was simple: get him drunk enough to lower his guard, make him blindly sign the divorce papers.
Dante hesitated, fabricating an urgent meeting with the Russians.
"Are you sure you can't stay with me tonight?" I tilted my head, feigning innocence.
"I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow," Dante said, leaning down to press a false kiss to my forehead.
Despite his refusal, I meticulously set the table in our penthouse that night, knowing his guilty conscience would force him to stop by before his supposed meeting.
I deliberately placed a bottle of high-proof vodka between our two plates.
Sure enough, he came.
When he finally arrived, I challenged him to a drink, a toast to our future family.
Dante smiled slightly, raising the crystal glass to his lips.
Before the liquid touched his tongue, frantic knocking erupted at the door.
"Boss! There's a problem at the safe house!" the consigliere yelled.
I moved instantly, blocking his path to the door.
"Stay with me," I said. A final, desperate test of his loyalty to us.
Dante gently but firmly moved me aside, pressed a hasty kiss to my cheek, and disappeared into the corridor.
I stood there, watching him vanish.
I turned to the maids and ordered them to pack up every gift he'd ever given me.
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8.3
I lost my memory. Or rather, I faked it.
Conrad Gallagher, the boyfriend I had been secretly dating for five years, effortlessly erased our entire relationship.
"You're only fit to be a casual hookup."
Then, he announced his engagement to a woman approved by his parents.
To save myself from utter humiliation, I faked amnesia, conveniently forgetting no one but Conrad.
But when it was time for me to get married, Conrad regretted it. He kidnapped me right out of my wedding and spirited me away: "Don't marry him, okay?"
9.0
For Her Sake
9.0
Kelvin held her wrist and pulled her into a room in the hotel. "What are you doing?" Amelia asked, trying to tug at him.
"Don't pretend you don't want this too." He said, rubbing his thumb at her hard nipples threatening to tear out of her dress, his eyes watching as her body responded to him. He held her neck in the most seductive way and pinned her against the wall.
His hand went up under her black dress tracing her skin in a calculated path, as his fingers touched her already soaked pants, Amelia let out a soft moan and pulled him closer with a kiss.
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Amelia found herself getting married to her ex-fiancé's brother, it was an almost perfect revenge. Only to find herself wrapped deeper in the evil hands of the brothers. Would she ever be able to get her revenge and find her true love?
Explore a tale of romance, suspense, treachery, and love. The fascinating novel 'For Her Sake' will have you reading until the very last page.
8.2
These are the last thirty days of my life.
Four years ago, I secretly donated my kidney to save Falco, the mafia soldier I loved deeply.
To ensure he accepted the surgery, I lied and said I betrayed him for money, selling myself to a rival family.
Now, he is the ruthless mob boss of this city, and he has finally found me.
He thinks my terminal illness is just another trick.
"The sight of you makes me sick," he sneered.
I bore his humiliation, quietly bought my own grave, and waited to pass away in peace.
But when the underground doctor uploaded my surgical records to the mafia network, Falco completely broke down.
9.7
I survived a plane crash that should have killed me.
Now I heal overnight, hear thoughts that aren't mine, and have four Primal men who swear I'm their fated mate.
A wolf who found me first. A bear with a haunted past. A cat who moves like shadow. A prince who wants to own me.
They don't know what I really am.
The sole survivor of a forbidden experiment. Created in a lab. Designed to be compatible with every Primal species.
The Council wants me dead. The Resistance wants me captured.
They made one mistake.
They made me stronger than all of them.
I will find who killed Cole Ashford. I will protect my unborn child. I will tear apart anyone who stands in my way.
Four men stand at my back. Four hearts beat for me alone.
But the Silent Claw is watching.
And they know something I don't.
9.2
I got pregnant from a one-night-stand.
I wasn't going to tell the father...
Until I walked into the office and found out he's my new boss.
Here's some advice: Don't sleep with your boss.
Here's some more: Don't sleep with your married boss.
And while I'm at it: Don't sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he's going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes.
But I've never been good at taking my own advice.
In my defense, I didn't know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met.
I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class.
And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down.
But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind.
He's cruel, he's powerful, he's arrogant.
And now, according to the test in my hand...
He's the father of my baby.
8.2
Casey woke up with a throbbing skull in a glamorous dressing room, facing a public execution by an internet mob.
Her wealthy family had thrown her away. Her hypocritical sister, Coralie, forced a holographic tablet into her hands, demanding she join a deadly survival reality show on a wasteland planet.
"It's what Mommy wants. If you don't sign, you're dead to the Hendersons."
The whole world wanted her dead. On the live broadcast, billions of viewers cursed her as a toxic stalker. The golden boy idol Kayson physically attacked her to defend Coralie's honor. Even the show's staff mocked her, deliberately leaving her with nothing but a torn, broken tent and a single bottle of water for the lethal alien wilderness.
The universe was playing a cruel joke on her. She was framed as the villain of her sister's perfect story, banished to a wasteland where everyone expected her to cry, beg, and die on live television.
But they didn't know she had already survived a decade in the ruins. Casey didn't shed a single tear. Instead, she invoked a hidden contract clause, demanding a full year on the planet instead of the standard month.
"I'll survive for a year, and the planet becomes mine."
She grabbed her broken tent, stepped onto the red alien dirt, and prepared to show the universe what a real predator looked like.