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.

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Chapter 3

I watched the wedding dress hang in the closet with a cigarette against my lips, and I was tempted.

Very tempted.

It was an hour to the wedding, and I was seated in the comfort of my study, watching the dress like a newly found game I had yet to figure out. But what if I already had?

I picked up the scissors and tilted my head while walking toward the dress, and a wicked grin spread across my face.

I began the work of Leonardo da Vinci, just with a dress, a pair of scissors, and a bit of red paint I had wasting in the back. Good thing I hadn't thrown it away.

"Oh my God!" I turned to look at the woman who brought the dress.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I looked at my satisfied work. She looked like she had seen a ghost from her past life.

"That's worth $400,000! What is wrong with you?!" She walked to the dress and held it out before turning to me. "You are an ungrateful woman, and I'm certain it's because your father did not put a leash on..."

I slapped her across the face with the scissors, and she fell to the ground.

"You talk too much, Mira," I looked down at her. Her body shook. "Here." I tossed a cheque at her. "Fill it up with any amount and feed your family. I don't want to see you working with Javier ever again or anyone in this society. Do you understand?"

She looked at the blank cheque like she had finally seen the gold she'd been mining for. I glanced at the clock before slipping into the dress I now named Ruins.

I pushed my feet into a pair of black-heeled boots and left my hair in a ponytail before painting my lips deep red, just like the devil.

"Your blood is staining my floor," I frowned at her, and she immediately began to wipe it clean.

"Get out." She ran out, and I picked up my gun to strap upon my thigh.

I glanced up. I had ten minutes left. My phone buzzed.

"You might need to come down to the station." The hair on my nape stood. Without thinking, I grabbed my badge and drove to the station as fast as I could.

My mind raced as Kamal sent in a document on the possible person behind the agency. Turns out, there is an agency after all.

My boots clicked against the floor as I walked with my phone in my hand and a Bluetooth in my ear.

"Jenny, report."

"A woman called 911 out of the blue, reporting how she had witnessed a man kill an entire family last night by 4 a.m. She followed him without calling the police and overheard this..."

She played a recording on her phone.

"All of them are dead, but I'm afraid the police are fast on our tail. Albert was caught and killed by Boss because he foolishly left a handprint, hold on..."

There was sudden silence, then a gunshot. The recording stopped.

"Is she alive?" I looked at her, then turned to Kamal, who had little to no information on Javier's identity nothing on the murder map or the laptop.

"As of two hours ago, yes, she is alive."

"Keep her household under protection while I get married to my proposed husband." They both turned to look at me.

"What?" Kamal questioned. Then he realized what I was wearing. "You've got to be kidding me?"

"Does it look like I'm joking? Get back to work. I'll be back soon."

I was walking out when a phone call reached my ear, and I stopped in my tracks.

"Stop searching, Isabela Jimenez." A chill went down my spine, and I held on to the phone, listening. "You're digging your own grave."

"It's a good thing I love the feel of soil." I hung up and handed the phone to Jack.

"Find the voice." I headed out and drove to the church.

Was I late? Yes.

Was it considered bad luck? Yes.

Would my mother be acting up? Yes.

Would I care? Absolutely not.

Just like I assumed, everyone was waiting for the bride herself. Papa's smile fell from his face when he saw what I was wearing.

Oh, how I love being able to turn heads.

Sometimes for the wrong reasons.

"What are you wearing?" he growled. "I will not stand for your stupid behavior..."

"Hush! Do your job and walk me, or I'll do it myself. And your ego? Gone with the wind."

I gave him a bored look, and he grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me, gently yet roughly.

"If you mess this up with your stupid attitude, Dolores will be at the receiving end. Your sister is to marry a good man. If you ruin that, I'll smother you."

I laughed into the silent church. All eyes were on me and my dress.

"'Good' is not what you find in a man," I paused, digging my heel into his foot. I leaned in.

"Be nice, Papa, or I'll show the world just how bad of a decision the almighty Alvaro Jimenez has made."

His hand softened against my arm, and we continued to walk.

He cared too much about his reputation far more than his family.

I stepped upon the altar and suddenly became too aware of the man standing silently beside me.

The sermon, the vow, and everything else went by fast except...

"You may now kiss the bride."

I finally turned to meet his eyes. They were so dark, they could be mistaken for the night sky. And in a split second, a gunshot rang in the hall, and everything went into chaos.

So much for a wedding.

"Mario, take her to the car!" Javier yelled.

I smacked Mario with the back of my hand so hard and pulled the trigger on his head.

"You send one more person to get me into a car, and I will blow your head up!" He glared at me.

"Do not be stupid, I have no time for you games..."

"And I thought you were a made man." I pushed him out of the way and shot straight into the eye of a sniper upstairs. "Get in the car, Javier, and let me do my job."

I pulled my phone and picked up the second gun from the floor.

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Action Romance Werewolf

8.0

Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)

8.0

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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

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