The Blind Don's Unwanted Ghost Wife

I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic. I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again. But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own. Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family. "Where the hell is she hiding?" He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath. It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world. The truth drove him completely insane. He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness. "Gianna, please wait for me!"

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Gianna's POV

"No!" Leo screamed. "You can't do this!"

The moment the metal jaws clamped down on Leo's pinky finger, the sound of snapping like a dry twig echoed in the damp air.

Leo's agonized scream tore through the silence of the warehouse.

Dante didn't even blink. He squatted beside my brother, his polished dress shoes stepping right into the pool of blood. "Leo, tell me where she is, and this ends right now."

Leo curled up on the concrete floor, sweat and blood dripping from his forehead. He lifted his head, his lips trembling: "Gianna... is already dead."

Dante stood up abruptly. He loosened his dark silk tie, twirling the heavy steel pliers in his hand.

"Your sister is a traitor." He gritted his teeth, enunciating every word. "She isn't worth protecting, Leo."

Leo's breath caught in his throat.

Dante turned and jutted his chin toward his lead soldier: "Break every single one of his pinky fingers. One by one."

The soldier stepped forward, pinning Leo to the ground with a heavy boot on his left hand. The steel pliers clamped onto the pinky and twisted.

Leo's screams dissolved into choking sobs.

Dante looked down at him, a cold smirk playing on his lips: "Didn't you love painting, Leo? Let's see what kind of art you can create with these hands."

I lunged at the soldier's arm. But my fingers phased right through his rough sleeve.

No leverage. No sensation. I couldn't even make the faintest sound.

All I could do was weep and wail, entirely powerless.

The soldier snapped the second finger.

Leo's eyes rolled back; the excruciating pain pushed him to the brink of fainting. He lay trembling on the floor, barely conscious, but his lips were still moving: "Gianna... is already dead..."

Dante crouched down, grabbed him by the hair, and yanked his face up: "Playing tough? Fine."

He let go, letting Leo's head slam heavily against the concrete. Then he stood up and clapped his hands.

The sharp sound of applause echoed through the warehouse.

The metal doors of the warehouse slid open.

Several burly soldiers dragged my mother into the blood-stained room.

Rosa stumbled, her eyes wide with terror.

Leo's eyes widened. He struggled on the floor, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible: "Don't touch her—"

A soldier raised his hand and slapped Rosa hard across the face. The muffled, sickening sound hung in the air.

Rosa steadied herself, her chest heaving.

When she saw Leo's mangled hands, she shrieked: "Leo!"

Then she turned her head, fixing her bloodshot eyes on Dante, her voice raspy: "You're going to rot in hell, Dante. You will definitely go to hell."

Dante closed the distance between them in two strides.

He grabbed Rosa by her graying hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

"Where is she?" he asked, his tone terrifyingly calm. "Give me her location, and I'll let your son walk out of those doors alive."

Rosa stared right back at him, refusing to yield even in the face of death.

She swallowed hard, her voice rough but crystal clear: "She is gone, Dante. Gianna is dead."

Dante's jaw tightened. A muscle ticked beneath his skin.

He released her hair and turned to Leo.

He waved a hand at his men: "Bring the metal pipe."

Rosa's body swayed. She watched the soldier pick up the heavy metal pipe, watched them walk toward Leo.

Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out. She collapsed onto the cold floor like a discarded ragdoll.

Dante looked down at her, his face filled with disgust. He kicked her, rolling her over, and muttered a low curse: "Useless trash."

He walked past Leo, his polished shoes stepping over the pooling blood. He casually kicked my brother's battered body, treating him like a stray dog on the street.

"I'll make you pay, Gianna," he said to the empty warehouse, his voice dark. "The price for playing me."

Just then, a soldier rushed into the room.

Holding a ringing cell phone, he stopped in front of Dante, panting heavily: "Boss, a call from Miss Francesca."

Dante's expression shifted instantly.

In that split second, all the ferocity vanished from his face. He took the phone, his voice dropping, almost gentle: "Frankie?"

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To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

Horror Modern Romance

7.9

Haunted By The Wife He Lost

7.9

My husband, Jacob, swore to be my shield after my family's empire collapsed and I survived a fifteen-day kidnapping hell. I saw him as my savior, loving him with a desperation born from trauma. Then his intern, Ema, entered our lives. When I became pregnant, he used her lies to call me "tainted" from my past and demanded I abort our child, the shock causing me to miscarry. The final blow came during an explosion at our training grounds. He shoved me aside to shield Ema with his body. "She's carrying my child," he said, his voice like ice. "You're expendable." He left me to burn, promising a rescue team he never intended to send. But he didn't know about the secret escape route, or my brother's plan. I faked my death, letting him find my "body" in the morgue. He thought he had created a ghost. Now, he's about to find out you can't catch one when she's already free.

Horror Modern Romance

9.7

He Came Back, I Broke Him

9.7

Eighteen months ago, the man I loved shattered my heart, claiming everything between us was a mistake. Now, he's back, a ghost of his former self, a rookie tryout in my pro esports team. And I will make him regret crawling back. Clifton, captain of a legendary esports team, was secretly battling a severe wrist injury that threatened his career, every match a fight against his own body. He pushed through the pain, ignoring doctors' warnings, desperate to maintain his god-like status. His world was already on the edge, but nothing prepared him for seeing Justice Terry again in the team basement. Justice, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with naked terror, was now a rookie tryout. Clifton had spent a year and a half trying to forget that rainy Chicago alley, the raw revulsion in Justice's eyes, the whispered "it wasn't real" that had left him heartbroken. Justice had vanished, and Clifton had erased every trace. Now, the boy who once looked at him like he was the sun was back, flinching at his touch, displaying a deep, primal fear. Amidst sponsor pressure and whispers of being "washed," Clifton saw Justice's return as a chance for vengeance. He publicly humiliated Justice on a live stream, forcing him into a suicide mission, then coldly benched him. Yet, the satisfaction never came. Instead, a hollow emptiness and a torrent of questions: What had truly happened in the past? Why was Justice here, and what trauma had carved such fear into his bones? Clifton, unwilling to be fooled again, swore to uncover every secret and every lie. He would force Justice to explain why he had returned, even if it meant tearing down everything they both had left.

Action Horror LGBT+Mystery

9.6

The Alpha's Regret: Murdered By Her Mate

9.6

"Sign it," Simon growled, slamming the document onto the rickety table. As the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and my fated mate, he wasn't asking. He was commanding me to give my Wolf Essence—the source of my life—to my dying sister, Laila. "If I give her my essence, I will die," I whispered, my body already trembling from the hidden poison coursing through my veins. But Simon only looked at me with cold, amber eyes. "Stop lying, Zora. You're just jealous because she is the future Luna and you are nothing. Sign it, or I will reject you publicly right now." Broken and hopeless, I signed my life away. I died the moment the silver scalpel touched my skin on the operating table. It was only during the autopsy that the surgeon screamed in horror. She discovered my organs were liquefied by chronic Wolfsbane poisoning. And worse, she found that I had no essence to give. My primary essence had already been stolen five years ago—carved out of me by Laila herself to fake her own power. Simon fell to his knees in the morgue, the realization shattering him. He had forced his true mate to die to save the monster who had been killing her all along. In a fit of madness, he executed Laila and then drove a silver dagger into his own heart, desperate to find me in the afterlife. "I'm here, Zora," his ghost wept, kneeling before me in the realm of the dead. "Please, forgive me." I looked at the man who had watched me rot without seeing me. "No," I said. And I turned my back on him forever.

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.6

The Coldhearted Billionaire's Violent Possession

9.6

I snuck into the Long Island estate’s private study, desperate to find my boyfriend, Channing, and beg him for the money to save my mother’s life. But when I wrapped my arms around the man standing in the dark, I felt a body of cold, hard muscle that didn't belong to Channing. The lights flickered on, and I found myself pinned against the window by Constantine Warner, the ruthless head of the empire who despised me more than anyone on earth. He didn't pull away; he held me there, his gray eyes burning with a mix of razor-sharp disgust and a dark, violent hunger that terrified me to my core. Outside the room, my boyfriend Channing walked in, but instead of defending me, he laughed at my humiliation just to please his powerful brother. I was left with nothing—no money for my mother’s surgery, no dignity, and the haunting realization that the man who hated me most was the only one who truly saw me. Why did Constantine look at me like I was his prey, and what happens when the parasite finally decides to bite back?

Billionaire Horror Modern

8.6

The Doctor, The Husband, The Lie

8.6

My Broadway dreams died with a fall on stage. For three agonizing years, my husband Hudson was my rock, nursing me through what doctors called a career-ending injury. Then I discovered the truth. My "injury" was a lie, a conspiracy orchestrated by my husband and our doctor, Bethany. They had been slowly poisoning me to keep me crippled and dependent. When I confronted them, they tried to silence me with an overdose. In the hospital, Bethany carved up my body with a scalpel. To complete their twisted fantasy, they decided she would carry my child, forcibly harvesting my embryos while I was awake on a pain-enhancing drug. Hudson just watched. "Just endure it, Emmy," he murmured. But they didn't break me. I escaped and meticulously erased myself from his world. My final act before disappearing was pressing 'send'-unleashing every piece of evidence to the entire world. "You took everything from me," I wrote. "Now, I'll take everything from you. Tenfold."

Horror Modern Mystery Romance

The Blind Don's Unwanted Ghost Wife

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