She Cheated With A Pawn: The King's Wrath
My wife, Elena, walked into the Grand Boardroom and placed a possessive hand on her lover's chest.
Julian, a low-level associate I’d only hired as a favor to her, sat in my chair with his muddy boots on the polished mahogany table.
He blew smoke in my face and laughed.
"You're just a figurehead now, Dante. The Syndicate belongs to Elena. And since I'm the one keeping her happy at night, it belongs to me too."
Elena looked at me with cold eyes, delivering the ultimate betrayal without a shred of remorse.
"I'm pregnant, Dante. It's Julian's. We need the Moretti name for the baby, so sign the transfer papers and leave."
She believed the power of attorney documents I signed while delirious with fever had given her my empire.
She thought the mercenaries standing behind her were loyal to her checkbook.
She truly believed she could fire a Don like a mid-level manager caught stealing office supplies.
But she didn't know that in our world, loyalty isn't bought with stolen money.
And she certainly didn't know what was actually in the leather folder she was holding.
I looked at the traitor and the rat, feeling a strange, lethal sense of calm.
"You want to talk about papers?"
I tossed the real file onto the table, watching their smiles falter.
"You didn't sign a transfer of power, Elena. You signed a Renunciation of Protection."
I signaled my Enforcers, and the room exploded into motion.
"Now," I said, staring at Julian's terrified face. "Let's see how much the streets respect you without my name."
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Chapter 5
Dante Moretti POV
"Get him out of here!" Julian screamed, his voice cracking with hysteria. "He threatened us! Enforcers! Throw him out!"
He pointed a trembling finger at the men standing by the door. The Enforcers. My personal guard. Men who had stood immobile as stone this entire time.
"Strip him!" Julian ordered, spittle flying from his lips. "Beat him until he can't walk! Show him who runs this city!"
The Enforcers didn't twitch.
"What are you doing?" Elena screamed at them, stepping forward. "I pay your salaries! I am your Queen! Obey him!"
The head Enforcer, a giant of a man named Luca, slowly turned his head. He looked at Julian, his expression blank.
Then he looked at Elena.
Finally, his dark eyes locked onto mine.
I lifted my right hand and calmly adjusted my cufflink. It was a small, subtle movement.
In an instant, the room exploded into motion.
Luca and the other Enforcers drew their weapons with terrifying speed. But they didn't aim at me.
They leveled their barrels at the mercenaries.
"Drop them!" Luca roared, the sound shaking the walls.
The mercenaries, realizing instantly that they were outgunned and outclassed by men who killed for a living, dropped their guns. Clatter after clatter echoed on the floor. They raised their hands, eyes wide with terror.
"What is this?" Julian stammered, backing away until he hit the table. "Elena! Do something!"
Elena stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock. "But... I signed the checks. I fired the old staff."
"You fired the staff on paper," I said, walking slowly around the table toward them. The sound of my footsteps was the only noise in the room.
"But loyalty isn't a contract, Elena. It's a bond. These men swore an oath to the Don. You cannot buy loyalty with stolen money."
I stopped directly in front of Julian. He was trembling violently. The arrogance was gone, replaced by the pathetic, primal fear of a coward.
"You wanted to sit at the head of the table," I said softly.
I punched him.
It wasn't a warning shot. It was a piston of rage driving straight into his face. I felt the cartilage of his nose crunch under my knuckles. Blood sprayed in a fine mist across Elena's pristine white dress.
Julian collapsed to the floor, screaming and clutching his ruined face.
"Dante!" Elena shrieked, trying to kneel beside him. "Stop! You're hurting him!"
I grabbed Julian by the collar and hauled him up. He was dead weight, sobbing through a mouthful of blood and broken teeth.
"You wanted to run the streets?" I asked him, forcing him to look at me. "This is the street, Julian. It's blood and bone. It's not suits and cigarettes."
I threw him toward the Enforcers like a sack of trash. "Hold him."
Luca grabbed Julian, pinning his arms painfully behind his back. Julian kicked and cried, begging Elena to save him.
Elena lunged at me, hammering her fists against my chest in a futile temper tantrum.
"You monster!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "He's the father of my child! You can't do this!"
I caught her wrists mid-air. It required no effort. She was so weak. I had made her strong, or so I thought. But without my protection, she was nothing.
"You want to talk about papers?" I asked, pulling a folded document from the inside pocket of my jacket.
I tossed it onto the table. It wasn't the transfer agreement she thought she held.
"Read it," I commanded.
Elena looked at the paper. Her hands were shaking so hard she could barely smooth it out.
"This... this isn't the transfer," she whispered, the color draining from her face.
"No," I said coldly. "I swapped the files in your safe three days ago. You thought you were tricking me into signing away my empire. What you actually signed, and what I signed, is a Renunciation of Protection and Assets."
I leaned in close, my voice a cold whisper against her ear.
"You are not Elena Moretti anymore. You are Elena Nothing. You have no money. You have no house. And you have no husband."
I stepped back, looking at the two of them with pure disgust. The traitor and the rat.
"You wanted to be independent," I said. "Congratulations. You're on your own."
I turned to my men. "Throw them out."
"Wait!" Julian gurgled, blood bubbling from his split lips. "The baby! She's pregnant!"
I stopped. Slowly, I looked at Elena's stomach.
"If that child is born," I said, my voice devoid of mercy, "pray it doesn't look like you. Because if it does, it will learn that in my city, treason is paid for in suffering."
I turned my back on them, straightening my jacket.
"Get them out of my sight."
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They killed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory.
Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave.
Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie.
Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him.
As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed.
She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.
9.4
My husband, the ruthless Underboss of the Ewing crime family, was terrified of one thing: his dead fiancée’s memory.
Or rather, her living sister, Ivana, who used that memory to turn my life into a living hell.
To "apologize" for humiliating me at a gala, Corbett brought me a peace offering: a green macaron.
"Pistachio," he promised. "Your favorite."
I took one bite, and my throat instantly seized. It felt like barbed wire tightening around my windpipe.
It wasn't pistachio. It was almond paste.
Corbett knew I was deadly allergic. He used to carry my EpiPen on our first dates.
As I collapsed to the floor, wheezing and clawing at my neck, a scream ripped from the guest wing.
"Corbett! Help! They're posting mean comments about me again!"
Ivana.
Corbett looked down at me, his dying wife, and then looked toward the hallway where Ivana was crying over Instagram.
He hesitated for only a second.
Then he pulled his leg away from my grasping hand.
"I'll be right back," he said, turning his back on me. "Just... use your pen."
He ran to comfort a healthy woman while I crawled across the carpet, vision tunneling, forcing the needle into my own thigh to restart my heart.
As I lay there shaking, listening to him soothe her, the last thread of love snapped.
I didn't call an ambulance.
I pulled a burner phone from behind the vanity mirror and texted the one man Corbett feared more than death—his rival, Don Kain Solomon.
"I accept. Get me out."
8.4
"Are you going to treat me like the enemy?" Raffaele asked, hovering over me like a predator.
"You are the enemy," I sneered.
He smiled. "Careful. You're hurting my feelings."
"I hope I can hurt much more than that."
His eyes darkened. "You forget-I'm the one who can break you."
I vowed never to give my heart to a man. Never let one bend me. Never let one own me.
Then a single night changed everything.
When my best friend became a target, I took her place and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Raffaele, My friend's older brother, wasn't supposed to see me. We were never meant to meet but the moment his eyes locked on mine, I became his new obsession.
I don't bend and he doesn't let go.
Suddenly caught up in a world of blood and power, resisting a man like Raffaele might cost me everything...heart, body, and soul.
He wants me, dead or alive.
8.5
Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again.
And for a while, it worked.
Until Wilson Dan walked into her world.
Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter.
But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice.
People don't challenge him.
Delphine does.
From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip.
But this is not just about attraction.
There are things Wilson isn't saying.
Things Delphine is starting to notice.
And people around them who are already watching... and waiting.
What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control.
Because this is not just about feelings.
It is about power. It is about position.
And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand,
somewhere she cannot simply walk away from.
Is she getting closer to Wilson...
or already too deep to step out?
When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore:
Some hearts don't just fall in love.
They fall into something they may not survive.
8.2
At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south.
But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband.
In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family-a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire.
His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach.
"We're terminating this complication," she said coldly.
As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.
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.