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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Chapter 3

Gianna's POV

I stood in the shadows of the warehouse, watching him.

My mind involuntarily drifted back to the past—to the arranged marriage between Dante and Francesca when they were kids.

I remembered how Francesca's family broke off the engagement the moment Dante's family lost their power.

She abandoned him.

She humiliated him throughout high school, twisting him into a withdrawn, isolated youth.

But I was the one who stayed.

I helped him forge alliances. I helped him build his legitimate fronts. I stayed by his side until he clawed his way back to power.

And now, I was forced to watch him believe her lies and punish my family.

"Listen to the doctors and get some rest," Dante said softly into the phone, his tone so tender it didn't match the man who had just snapped my brother's fingers. "I'll come see you soon."

He hung up the phone and turned around. When he spoke again, his voice was back to ice.

"Throw Leo in the holding cell," he ordered.

"Drag her to the solitary confinement room in the back." He jerked his chin toward my unconscious mother, then strode toward the warehouse exit.

I floated out after him.

On his way, he stopped at a high-end boutique for a brief moment.

He came out carrying a nutritious meal and a bouquet of fresh flowers.

Outside the door of the hospital's VIP suite, I stopped in the hallway.

Through the half-open door, I saw him hesitate at the threshold. He cleared his throat, lowered his voice, then pushed the door open with a smile on his face.

"Frankie?"

Francesca sat up in her hospital bed.

She turned her head slightly, staring blankly at the wall—playing the blind victim flawlessly.

"Is that you?" she asked.

Dante walked over, placed the flowers on the nightstand, and affectionately ruffled her hair: "You're so clever, knowing it was me just from my voice."

Francesca pouted: "It took you way too long to come see me."

"But I'm here now, aren't I?" Dante coaxed her gently, placing the flowers into her hands. "You are the most important person in my life, Frankie."

Francesca brought the flowers up to her nose and sniffed.

Her brow immediately furrowed.

"Are these gardenias?" she asked, a hint of displeasure in her voice. "You know my favorites are bluebells."

Dante's hand froze.

He was holding a plastic spoon, stirring her warm porridge. The spoon hung in mid-air; it took him a few seconds before he resumed stirring.

Gardenias.

My favorite flowers. Once upon a time.

A flicker of something flashed through Francesca's supposedly blind eyes. It was quick, well-hidden, but I caught it.

It was resentment.

She instantly shifted her expression, her voice trembling: "Are you... are you still thinking about Gianna?"

Dante put the spoon down. He took her hand, his tone hardening: "I wouldn't waste a single second on a liar who left me to rot in the dark. The florist just made a mistake."

He paused, leaning in closer to her: "I'm only hunting her down to get her heart. The day you're fully healed, we're getting married."

Francesca stared in the direction of his face. She pouted: "Then prove it to me."

"How?"

"Kiss me."

Dante leaned down.

He pressed his lips against hers, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

I turned away.

I covered my ears with my hands, but the intimate sounds of them still slipped through. The sound made me sick to my stomach.

I floated out of the hospital room and stood in the desolate hallway.

Betrayal ate away at me from the inside like venom, delivering a thousand tiny bites.

My sacrifice, my corneas, my family—she had stolen it all.

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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.

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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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