The Mafia's Bride The Auctioning

He Auctioned Me. Like Property. When Isabela Jimenez's own father puts her on the auction block for power and profit, she doesn't cry, she loads her gun. Cold, cunning, and born with a badge, Isabela is no man's pet. Not even Javier Delgado's. He's known to be a ruthless man with a temper that commands silence, and the audacity to demand obedience. She's the woman who shot him on sight and still walked away. Now bound by a contract neither of them wanted, Isabela is forced into a marriage that smells like war. But while the world watches her become Mrs. Delgado, she has a different plan: To burn down the empire from the inside out. What happens when a man who controls the underworld marries the only woman who doesn't fear it? One will kneel. The other will shatter. And in the end, only one crown will remain.

Chapters

Chapter 1

The tap of the pen on the table had been going on for less than five minutes, and it was already creating chaos in my head. I needed to think, but there was nothing.

No clue.

No evidence.

I was just staring at the footage, the only footage we could get our hands on and it only involved the man dying. The footage was tampered with, and we were here looking at a dead man.

"Did you see anything?" Kamal spoke from my side, and I threw my hands up in surrender.

"Nothing. Three murder cases in one week, five people murdered in the case, and not a single detail leading to this killer bee that suddenly came from... the land of the dead?" I huffed in annoyance.

"But what if that was the case?" I glared at Kamal and the stupid words that were about to come out of his mouth. "A serial killer died a week ago, and out of the blue, another comes up. What if he is not dead but pretended to be?" My mind railed in different directions.

"That's a good idea..." I stood up, reaching for the drawer.

"It is? Well, of course, it..."

"No. Your idea of having the dead being brought back to life is absolutely stupid. I'm speaking of the serial killer's background. Friends? Family? Anyone that seems like a perfect replacement. You never know if there's an agency connected to this." I picked up his file to search for anything, any clue, and... bingo!

I stared at the red-haired woman in the photo with him. Perhaps that's his wife, and that might just lead us to more things.

"Kamal, make a research on everything and everyone involving Peter Hans. Something doesn't seem right, even if he has been dead for a week. Jenny, get any information you can about the dead man in the footage."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"I must get all the reports by tomorrow, 4 p.m. Do not fucking slack or I'll have you fed to the dogs!" Both of them jumped, but they knew I was not joking about anything I said. "...Have a lovely night."

I stripped my badge as I stepped out of the station before driving home. I'd been out for two hours, and it had been nothing but one murder to another. But what do they really gain from killing people?

Taking a corner, I realized my front porch lights were on... My lights are never left on. I parked a few blocks away with my gun strapped in my waistband. I walked quietly to the house. I had no visitors coming, and no one had the keys to my house. The neighborhood was quiet, and it was exactly 11 p.m.

My senses heightened as I picked up movement in the dark through the window. There were two people, one in the living room, one in my room. I pulled my gun out, holding it to the side of my head, ready to fire, before I unlocked the back door quietly.

My nostrils flared as I walked in the dark. None of them spoke, but I could hear footsteps in my room.

"Hands over your head!" I growled and flipped the lights on, my gun pointed at his head... at my father's head. "...Papa!" I yelled in annoyance. "...I could have shot you! What are you doing here?"

"Don't be rude to your father!" my mother snapped, and I looked at them unbelievably.

"You break into my house, unannounced, knowing I could kill you!" I yelled at her, and she put her hand over her chest dramatically. "...Jesus! What the hell are you both doing in my house?" I really did not care about their God-forsaken emotions, for I know they certainly don't have one.

"You leave home and you've lost your manners, young lady. Apologize to your mother." He reached for his wife.

"I certainly don't remember having one when you both disowned me!" Mama gasped while my father looked at me with eyes that could kill.

"You are a disgrace to the family."

"I do not have a family! You chose your sweet little Dolores to be proud of because she's pretty and looks like Mama. But I chose to become the law, and guess what I get? Hatred. And I also get hate for looking like Abuela. If by the morning you are not out of my house, I will arrest you for trespassing!"

"According to the law, you are our daughter. Or do we need to remind you of what the law is?" Papa's cold voice pierced through my skin, and I was suddenly reminded of the cold basement.

"What brings you here, Papa?" I glared at him, still holding my gun and pointing it to his forehead. I was tempted to take his life, to let him be dead like he thought I would be.

"You will return home and get married to your betrothed." My heart skipped a beat.

"I do not have a betrothed."

"You do now." He pulled a folded paper from his pants and placed it on the counter. "If you are worried whether it is illegal or not, don't worry, it is a legally arranged marriage."

"Leave my house." I clicked the gun, and he narrowed his eyes at me. I shot the wall two inches above his head. "...I will not miss the next one," I warned, and he knew I wasn't that little girl anymore, the one who would keep her mouth sealed or run away.

Mama shuddered in fear after a scream, but I didn't blink or look away from my father's eyes. He grabbed his wife before heading to the door, but he paused.

"Be at the house tomorrow by 8 a.m. Your spouse wants to see you."

"Tell him to wait. A woman will take her time to get ready." He opened his mouth to speak, and I pointed the gun at him before he walked out of the room.

The gun dropped to the floor as my entire body shook. I grabbed the paper from the table before opening it.

"I, Alvaro Jimenez, agree to auction Isabela Rios..." The paper dropped from my hand.

Auction?

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Gavin, a powerful Alpha, finds his life upended when he discovers his fated mate is a woman from a rival pack. As long-standing tensions between their factions reach a breaking point, he must navigate a dangerous path of political intrigue and violent skirmishes. Forced to choose between his deep-rooted loyalty to his people and his undeniable bond with his mate, Gavin fights to protect her while securing his position as a leader.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.0

Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)

8.0

Mature content (18+) Readers discretion is advised Different stories. Different desires. Unforgettable experience Each story peels back to different layer of longing: forbidden, tender, dangerous, wild, rough, reminding you that pleasure can be thrilling.

Action Modern

9.7

Gardenias And His Last Goodbye

9.7

At my own engagement party, my fiancé, Franco, abandoned me. He left me standing alone in a room full of guests to rush to the side of another woman, Katina, the one he truly loved. He called me a gold-digger, a parasite clinging to his family's name, and accused me of faking an illness just to get his attention. But he never knew the truth. He never knew about the secret I carried-a terminal leukemia diagnosis I received just two days before he humiliated me. He never knew that the night he called a drunken mistake, the night he spat on with disgust, had left me pregnant with his child. And he certainly never knew that while he was tending to Katina's fake anxiety attack, I was in a sterile hospital room, alone, terminating our baby to have a fighting chance at a life he made sure was a living hell. I thought my death would be the end of our story, a final, quiet release from his cruelty. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back at our engagement party, the scent of gardenias filling the air, just moments before he would walk out and shatter my life for the first time.

Action Modern Romance

8.3

I Fell Where His Love Favored Another

8.3

Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket. The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett. I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it. Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice. "What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there." I turned toward the window and said nothing. This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely. The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique. He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate. "Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too." I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand. What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.

Action Modern Romance

8.0

Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape

8.0

I stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching a positive pregnancy test, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Dante our family was growing. Instead, I heard him laugh. "She is not the bride," Dante told his Consigliere, swirling his fifty-year-old scotch. "She is the bulletproof vest I wear until it is safe for Sofia to enter the city. When the bullets stop flying, we throw the vest in the trash." My world shattered. When Sofia arrived that night, she didn't just take my place; she boiled my beloved cat for dinner. Dante didn't defend me. He told me to clean up the mess or face punishment. To prove his devotion to her, he had his men drag me to "The Pit"—an underground fight club. I was thrown into a cage with a starving Doberman. I looked up at the VIP box, begging the man I loved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the intercom button, his voice booming over the speakers. "One million dollars on the dog," he said. "She won't last three minutes." He covered Sofia's eyes to protect her innocence while the beast tore the flesh from my arm. That night, Elena Vance died in the dirt. One year later, the grieving Dante Moretti attended a gala for a mysterious new artist in New York. He dropped his champagne glass when he saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dress that revealed my ruined, scarred arm. "I didn't leave you, Dante," I said into the microphone, my voice cold as ice. "You killed me. And now, I'm here to collect my winnings."

Action Modern Romance

8.1

Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

8.1

I was the top trauma surgeon at the city’s busiest hospital until my family decided I was nothing more than a disposal fee. I stood in my father’s mahogany-lined study, staring at a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check that was meant to buy my silence and my dignity. "Sign the confession, Aurelia," my father demanded, the silver cigar cutter snapping with a violent finality. They wanted me to take the fall for a medical error I never committed, all to protect my sister Dominique’s image before her high-profile merger with the Blackburn family. When I refused to sign my life away, the betrayal turned lethal. My sister planted a priceless sapphire heirloom in my bag and called the security team to search me in front of my ex-fiancé. My mother watched with cold indifference as I was branded a thief, and my father threatened to pull the plug on my grandmother’s nursing home payments by noon if I didn't vanish. I was thrown out into a freezing rainstorm with a revoked medical license, a battered suitcase, and exactly forty-two dollars to my name. Even the man I once loved looked at me with pity, believing I had stooped to grand larceny because I was jealous of my sister’s success. I stood at a bus stop, shivering and broken, wondering how my own blood could trade my truth for a corporate PR stunt. They had taken my career, my home, and my reputation, leaving me with nothing but the clothes on my back and a burning need for justice. Desperate to protect my grandmother, I sought out the one man they all feared: Avery Blackburn, the "monster" CEO rumored to be a brain-damaged vegetable. But the man I found in the shadows of the VIP wing wasn't a victim; he was a wolf waiting for the right moment to strike. "I need a shield, and you need a wife," he rasped, sliding a titanium card across the desk. I didn't hesitate to sign the marriage certificate. The Blanchards think they’ve discarded a liability, but they’re about to find out what happens when you give a desperate surgeon a billionaire’s scalpel.

Action Billionaire Modern

The Mafia's Bride The Auctioning

Chapter 1

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