The Disposable Bride's Deadly Secret Identity

My debt-ridden uncle sold me to the Romero mafia family to save his own skin. I was forced to marry Emiliano Romero, a man known to the underworld as "The Ghost"—a rumored monster who supposedly tore his last two caretakers apart. My aunt and cousin delighted in my misery. My cousin came at me with a razor, leaving a nasty bruise on my face, while my aunt bleached my hair to make me look like a cheap, disposable doll. When the Romeros arrived, they didn't even pretend to want a daughter-in-law. "The Family needs a nobody whose death won't start a police report." They just wanted a clueless victim to sign a pre-nup and die quietly. They shoved me down a sterile hallway and locked me inside a fortified, padded cell with a man wrapped in heavy chains. They all thought they were sacrificing a helpless, terrified lamb to a madman. They laughed at my tears, completely convinced I was just gutter trash waiting to be slaughtered. But they had no idea I was a highly trained undercover operative. Listening to their arrogant whispers, the pieces finally clicked. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer—he was a prisoner being drugged and framed by his own blood. I drained my uncle's bank account to buy a neurotoxin antidote, dropped my pathetic, trembling disguise, and stepped calmly into the monster's cage. I wasn't here to be their victim. I was here to save him.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Adrienne POV

The Greyhound bus smelled of stale sweat and shattered dreams, a fitting perfume for the girl I was pretending to be.

When I stepped out into the chaotic pick-up zone of the Port Authority Bus Terminal, I spotted Harlon Holcomb immediately. He didn't bother getting out of his rented black sedan. He simply rolled down the window, his eyes raking over my frayed hoodie and scuffed canvas sneakers with undisguised disgust.

"Get in the back," he barked, his voice tight with the anxiety of a man drowning in debt. "And try not to rub your poverty stink into the leather."

I shrank into myself, hunching my shoulders as I slipped into the backseat. I kept my eyes glued to my lap, a textbook display of a cowed, indebted niece. Harlon didn't say another word as we drove out of the city, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror only to monitor me like a volatile commodity whose value might drop at any second.

The grimy city streets eventually gave way to a secluded private road. The Romero Estate loomed ahead, protected by towering wrought-iron gates and relentless security cameras. We bypassed the grand main entrance, pulling into a cold, utilitarian service driveway.

Brenda and Cammie were already waiting. The moment I stepped out of the car, Brenda grabbed my arm, her manicured nails digging painfully into my flesh. She squeezed, her face twisting in revulsion.

"Skinny as a plucked chicken," she sneered to Harlon. "The Romeros are going to think we brought them a corpse."

Cammie crossed her arms, a malicious smirk playing on her lips. "Better her than me. Let's see how long the rust-belt rat lasts before the monster tears her apart."

They marched me into a windowless, gray waiting room that felt more like an interrogation cell. The air was sterile and freezing. Harlon shoved a thick document against my chest, forcing a pen into my hand.

"Time to pay us back for keeping you alive," he ordered. "Sign it."

Brenda leaned in, her cheap perfume suffocating. "You're marrying Emiliano Romero. *The Ghost.*" She spat the name like a curse. "If you don't, the Enforcers will fit our entire family for cement shoes in the Hudson by midnight."

I forced my eyes to widen, letting my lower lip tremble violently. "A-a monster?" I stammered, letting a tear slip down my cheek.

Cammie laughed, tossing a faded, threadbare dress at my face. "Wear this to your funeral, cousin."

I took the pen with shaking fingers and signed my life away. They thought they were sacrificing a helpless lamb to a madman to save their own skins. They had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the kingdom.

An hour later, a sympathetic maid shoved a tray of cold food into my sparse servant's room and locked the door.

The moment the deadbolt clicked, the terrified girl vanished.

I rolled my shoulders, my spine snapping straight. My gaze swept the cramped room—the squeaky iron bed, the small table, the cracked window overlooking a distant Manhattan skyline. Clear.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I pried open the false sole of my left sneaker. I extracted a micro-SIM card, slipping it into the disposable burner phone hidden in the lining of my hoodie.

My thumbs flew across the keypad. *Package delivered. Handlers are desperate, low-level Associates. The Ghost is the target. Infiltration successful.*

I hit send, waited for the delivery confirmation, and immediately snapped the SIM card in half, burying the pieces back in the shoe.

I stood up and slowly changed into the ragged dress Cammie had thrown at me. The silence of the estate was heavy, but I knew the Holcombs too well. The night was far from over, and Cammie’s twisted jealousy wouldn't let her sleep without coming to claim one last victory over the rat.

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8.1

Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

8.1

I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.

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9.5

Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection

9.5

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7.7

His Anonymous Obsession

7.7

I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years. He's been hiding his heart for just as long. When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no. I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork. But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it. The rules are simple: No real feelings. No crossed boundaries. No falling for Dante Rivers. Except nothing about him is simple. Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter. Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me. Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built. What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life. I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers. The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts. The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting. And now I'm falling for him twice- once as the girl in his guesthouse and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding. When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract. It might break us.

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9.2

Mated To My Ex's Father ( Alpha Damon)

9.2

It all started with one encounter. One night with a man whose touch felt like sin and whose scent still haunts my skin. I never meant to fall - but when I caught my boyfriend, the Alpha's son, cheating on me, something inside me broke. And that's when he found me - a stranger cloaked in dominance and danger. His hands promised ruin, his lips whispered damnation. I gave in. Just once. Or so I thought. Now, I've been hired as the Alpha's new secretary. And when I walked into his office, the world stopped. Because he's not a stranger. He's him. The man from that night. The man I should have never touched. The father of my ex. I tell myself I can resist him - that I can keep my secret buried. But every time his gaze lingers, every time that deep, commanding voice wraps around my name, my resolve burns away. This isn't love. It's an obsession. Possession. Darkness disguised as desire. And I know one thing for sure - once an Alpha sets his eyes on you... He never lets go.

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8.4

One Night, His Unseen Legacy

8.4

After ninety-nine failed attempts to win the heart of the brilliant but cold Dr. Julian Burke, I drugged him for one night of passion. It didn't make him love me. I fled to London in shame. Three years later, a photo surfaced. It was Julian, smiling tenderly at a younger woman-a dead ringer for his deceased first love. I flew back to New York to end our sham engagement, but he destroyed me first. He publicly accused me of leaking his research, and his testimony sent me to prison. While I was inside, I was brutally attacked and lost a kidney. My father, crushed by the scandal, died of a stroke, and I wasn't there to say goodbye. I was just collateral damage in his twisted atonement for a ghost, a convenient villain to protect her manipulative sister. He let me rot, believing I was a monster. But he didn't know the secret I carried from that one night. After my release, I took our son and vanished. I would build a new life, and he would never know the son he abandoned or the woman he truly broke.

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The Disposable Bride's Deadly Secret Identity

Chapter 1

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