The Disguised Heiress And The Mafia Don
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I was the Harrington family's only son, forced to play a deadly game of shadows in the brutal underworld of Chicago. After a meeting with the Falcones left me poisoned and broken, my car was run off the road in a calculated hit.
I crawled from the wreckage, bloodied and desperate, only to find Damien Cobb, the city's untouchable Don, looming over me with a gun pressed to my temple. He didn't see a victim; he saw a pawn to be crushed.
My jacket was ripped, my secret bindings nearly exposed, and my life hung by a thread. I managed to talk my way out of the execution, but the humiliation was absolute. When I returned home, the nightmare followed, haunting my sleep with the cold steel of a blade against my throat.
The world saw Alessandro Harrington, a man, but the truth was a fragile secret I guarded with my life. I was surrounded by predators who smelled my fear and mistook my silence for weakness. Why was I the target of their cruelty, and how could I keep my family safe when my very existence was a lie waiting to be unraveled?
Enough was enough. I wouldn't be the prey anymore. I stood in the mirror, adjusting my shirt, and made a choice: I would stop hiding and start hunting. The dockworkers' strike was my opening, and I would use it to bring the untouchable Don to his knees.
The Disguised Heiress And The Mafia Don Chapter 1
Alessia POV
The dim haze of the neutral speakeasy clung to my skin like a bad omen. Smoke curled from cigars, and the air reeked of cheap whiskey and desperation. Across the scarred oak table sat Marco Falcone, Capo of our sworn enemies, his smile sharp as a switchblade.
"To peace, Alessandro," he toasted, sliding the glass my way. Harrington's last scrap of dock territory hung in the balance. Refusing meant weakness. I lifted the tumbler, the liquid burning my throat like West Sicilian fire—familiar, deadly. Poison.
I cut the talks short. "We're done." Vision blurring, I stumbled out, heart pounding. The Gilded Cage's antidote waited. No time to lose.
Rain lashed Chicago's industrial streets, turning them to sludge. My battered Ford Model A fishtailed as I floored it, poison twisting my gut. Then—bam. Metal screamed. The truck flipped, hurling me into the mud. Left arm snapped like dry twigs, agony exploding.
Headlights pierced the downpour. A black Cadillac V-16 idled, unscathed. Damien Cobb stepped out, pristine in his tailored suit, sword brows furrowed. Chicago's Don, untouchable kingpin.
"You blind, Harrington? Or just stupid enough to scam me?" His voice dripped venom, eyes raking my mud-caked form. "John Harrington's son? More like a sissy who can't drive straight."
He loomed over me, his gaze flicking across my face. I could only imagine what he saw—mud, blood, and lips likely turning purple from the poison, though he’d probably mistake it for the cold or a wound from the crash. "Up you get, kid. Before I leave you for the rats."
"Don't touch me," I rasped, scrambling back with my good arm. His hand shot out anyway, fisting my collar—too close. Far too close to the bindings hiding my chest. A surge of pure panic, cold and sharp, shot through me. I swung my good fist, fueled by desperation, and felt the satisfying crack as my knuckles connected with his jaw.
His head snapped back, shock flashing in his eyes before it was consumed by pure rage. He lunged, grabbing my collar again, this time with intent. Fabric tore. My secret, my life, teetered on the edge of a ripped seam.
Luca, his Soldier, hovered nearby. "Boss—"
My breath hitched, caught in my throat. Desperation clawed at me, giving my words a sharp edge. "Ripping a boy's clothes in broad daylight, Mr. Cobb? Afraid those rumors about you will stick?"
I watched his fist tremble, inches from my face. His eyes, a moment ago filled with cold anger, now blazed with a more personal fury. The whispers about his "tastes," a weapon used by his rivals, was now a shield in my hand. He shoved Luca aside without looking at him, his charming gaze fixed on me, and I saw raw murder in it.
But before he could act, my body betrayed me completely. A violent convulsion seized me, and I spewed a foul mixture of black bile and gall. It splattered across the front of his immaculate, thousand-dollar suit, a grotesque stain on the pristine silk.
The blazing rage in his eyes vanished, replaced by something far more terrifying: a chilling, absolute stillness. His expression became a mask of cold calculation. He looked from the mess on his suit, to my face, then to the wreckage of my Ford, as if connecting invisible dots. A conclusion settled in his features, and it was a death sentence. Slowly, deliberately, his hand moved to the Colt holstered at his waist. The click of the safety being flicked was deafeningly loud over the drumming rain. The gas lamp flickered, illuminating the barrel of the gun as he raised it, his aim steady.
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The Disguised Heiress And The Mafia Don of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.
