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.
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Chapter 2
Adrienne POV
The silence of the Romero Estate was a heavy, suffocating thing, but I didn't have to wait long for it to break.
The flimsy lock on my door splintered with a sharp crack. Cammie stumbled into the sparse room, kicking the door shut behind her. She reeked of cheap vodka and bitter, festering envy. In one hand, she clutched a half-empty bottle; in the other, the silver blade of a folding razor glinted under the dim overhead bulb.
"Think you're so special, trailer trash?" Cammie slurred, her eyes wild as she stalked toward me. "Marrying the Ghost. You're taking what should have been mine."
I shrank back against the squeaky iron bed, letting my breathing turn shallow and erratic. "Cammie, please. You said he's a monster."
"He is," she sneered, raising the razor. "Which is why I need to leave a little souvenir on that pretty face of yours. Just so he doesn't forget whose sloppy seconds you are."
She lunged.
To an untrained eye, I was a terrified girl tripping over her own feet in a desperate bid to escape. In reality, my mind processed the trajectory of the blade in a fraction of a second. I shifted my weight, letting the razor slice through empty air a millimeter from my cheek, and allowed my momentum to carry me backward. I tumbled through the open doorway of the adjoining bathroom, landing hard on the wet, moldy tiles.
Cammie followed, laughing maniacally. The cramped space smelled of mildew and rust. She swung the blade again, aiming blindly for my neck.
I let out a pathetic, ear-piercing shriek, throwing my hands up as if to shield myself. My fingers locked around her wrist. I applied a precise, agonizing pressure to the nerve cluster just below her palm and violently jerked her arm downward. Her wrist smashed against the cracked porcelain of the sink.
Cammie screamed as her fingers went numb, the razor clattering harmlessly to the floor.
Before she could recover, I grabbed the front of her shirt, using her own off-balance momentum to drag us both over the edge of the old cast-iron bathtub. We crashed into the tub in a tangle of limbs. I thrashed wildly, making it look like a chaotic struggle for my life, while subtly pinning her head near the running faucet, letting the cold water splash over her face.
"Mom!" Cammie gurgled, choking on the water. "Mom, help!"
Right on cue, heavy footsteps pounded into the bedroom. Brenda burst into the bathroom, her face pale with panic.
The moment I saw her, I released Cammie and scrambled backward against the cold porcelain, pulling my knees to my chest. I began to sob violently, my whole body shaking.
"She—she tried to cut me!" I stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the razor on the floor. "She's drunk!"
Brenda didn't even glance at the weapon. She saw her precious daughter soaking wet, gasping for air in the tub, and her maternal instincts—twisted as they were—took over. She hauled Cammie up, cooing softly to her, before turning her furious gaze on me.
Brenda lunged forward, grabbing me by the collar of the ragged dress.
*Smack.*
The slap was explosive. Her heavy diamond ring bit deeply into my cheekbone, the force of the blow snapping my head to the side. The metallic taste of blood instantly flooded my mouth.
"Listen to me, you little rat," Brenda hissed, her face inches from mine, her breath hot and foul. "You better behave. You are a piece of merchandise, nothing more. If you pull a stunt like this again, I swear to God, the Romeros will receive a corpse."
I kept my eyes wide, letting fresh tears spill over my lashes as I nodded frantically. "I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Please."
Satisfied that she had put the stray dog back in its place, Brenda wrapped an arm around Cammie and guided her out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind them.
The click of the latch echoed in the damp room.
My tears stopped instantly. The trembling vanished, replaced by the cold, steady rhythm of my training. I slowly stood up and walked over to the cracked mirror above the sink.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. A vicious, dark purple bruise was already blooming across my cheekbone, stark against my pale skin. It throbbed painfully, but I didn't flinch.
I tilted my head, examining the mark under the harsh light. It was a masterpiece of victimization. Tomorrow morning, when the Romero family came to inspect their new property, they wouldn't see a threat. They would see a broken, battered girl, entirely at their mercy.
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9.3
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
7.9
He is cursed. She is a slave.
Their forbidden bond will either save their world or set it ablaze.
Caeser Varyn, the formidable Alpha King, is a figure of fear, his very blood tainted by a curse that has claimed every mate the Moon Goddess has given him. His existence is a lonely burden of twisted power, until a single, accidental touch changes everything.
Ava is a ghost in the royal palace-an unseen slave girl with a quiet grace and a hidden power. When the Moon Goddess's mating mark appears on her wrist, Caeser shatters ancient laws and claims her as his own.
Their forbidden union ignites a firestorm, forcing them to flee the burning palace and the outrage of the pack.
Turned out she's gifted by the Moon Goddess and to survive, Ava must master the power she never knew she possessed, expose the traitors who surround them, and find a way to break the ancestral curse.
If she fails, her love will be consumed, and their world will fall to the dark power of a corrupted god.
7.8
Anna Williams never imagined her life would collide with Alexander Knight-the cold, ruthless CEO feared across industries. When fate pushes her into his path, she discovers that power and wealth come with dangerous chains. Bound by a contract she can't escape, Anna must navigate his world of secrets, betrayal, and a passion that burns hotter than she ever dreamed. But behind his icy exterior lies a man scarred by trust and haunted by loss.
Will she be able to melt the billionaire's heart, or will she remain just another possession... claimed by the CEO?
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.6
For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk.
The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for.
"You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip."
My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father.
I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth.
But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app.
They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move.
"Get dressed. We're going to a party."
8.4
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!"