The Mute Bride's Secret Revenge Gamble

To settle her family's debt, Alys Flores is sold into a proxy marriage with the city's most infamous recluse, the wheelchair-bound Gustaf Greer. It's a union of the broken and the discarded. Or so it seems. She's not broken; she's a ghost. A hacker known as "Zero" who uses her silence as a shield while she plots the destruction of those who wronged her. He's not discarded; he's a king. A powerful CEO faking his disability to hunt a traitor who tried to kill him. In a world of secrets, their marriage is the biggest one of all. And when their separate paths of revenge lead them to the same enemy, they'll have to trust the one person they can't afford to believe.

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St. Patrick's Cathedral was cold, vast, and filled with people who hated Alys.

She walked down the aisle alone. The organ music was a funeral dirge. The pews were packed with New York's elite, whispering behind their programs.

"That's the crazy sister."

"I heard she tried to kill herself yesterday."

"Look at the dress. It's wearing her."

Alys kept her head down. At the altar, there was no groom. Just a lawyer in a grey suit, checking his watch.

Proxy marriage.

Gustaf Greer couldn't be bothered to show up for his own acquisition. Elena had explained he was still in 'fragile recovery' and his doctors forbade travel. A perfect excuse.

Brisa, Alys's perfect sister, stood in the front row as the maid of honor. She wore white. Of course she did. As Alys passed her, Brisa stuck her foot out, the heel of her Louboutin catching the lace of Alys's hem.

Alys felt the tug. She could have stepped over it.

Instead, she stopped. She turned to look at Brisa, widening her eyes, trembling like a frightened deer.

The cameras flashed. Pop. Pop. Pop.

They caught the image perfectly: The cruel, beautiful sister tripping the fragile, mute bride.

Brisa's smile faltered. She pulled her foot back, hissing, "Move, you mute bitch."

Alys stumbled forward, letting a single tear roll down her cheek. The crowd murmured. The narrative shifted. Alys wasn't the crazy one anymore. She was the martyr.

The lawyer placed a ring on Alys's finger. It was too big. It slid around her knuckle, cold and loose.

"I do," the lawyer said for Gustaf.

Alys nodded.

It was done. She was property of the Greer estate.

The car ride was silent. The windows were tinted so dark the city looked like a bruise.

They arrived at Greer Manor at dusk. It was a fortress of grey stone and iron gates, perched on a hill overlooking the Hudson.

"Your rooms are in the East Wing," the butler, Arthur, said. He didn't look Alys in the eye. "Mr. Greer is not to be disturbed."

They put her in a guest room. It smelled of lemon polish and disuse.

Alys waited until the house slept.

At 2:00 AM, she stripped off the wedding dress. Underneath, she wore black leggings and a dark shirt she'd stolen from the laundry cart.

She opened the window. The ledge was narrow, but wide enough. She moved like a shadow, testing for sensors.

She needed to know the layout. She needed to know where the servers were.

Alys crept along the roofline toward the main tower. A light was on in the study.

She pressed herself against the stone, peering through the gap in the heavy velvet curtains.

Gustaf Greer was there.

He was sitting in a wheelchair behind a massive mahogany desk. He looked pale, weak. He wheeled himself toward the bookshelf.

Then, he stopped.

He looked at the door. He waited.

And then he stood up.

He didn't struggle. He didn't wobble. He stood with the grace of a predator. He walked to the window, his stride long and powerful.

Alys's breath hitched.

He threw the window open.

Alys dove into the ivy, pressing her face into the dirt, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

"Is someone there?" his voice was deep, rough gravel.

A stray cat hissed from the bushes below Alys.

Gustaf huffed. He leaned out, his hands gripping the sill. Alys saw the muscles in his forearms flex. Steel cords.

He wasn't a cripple. He was a liar. Just like her.

He closed the window.

Alys lay in the dirt for a long time, smiling.

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Xander Laven is the Alpha every pack fears-ruthless, commanding, and impossible to defy. He came to the gathering to find a submissive Luna to bear his heir. Instead, he found *her*. Chayse Vega is a fire-blooded Delta who'd rather fight than flirt. She never wanted a mate, especially not the arrogant, domineering Alpha Laven. Their first encounter explodes into a battle of wills-he's possessive and demanding, she's defiant and untamable. The mate bond burns between them, but can two wolves this stubborn survive each other?

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9.5

His Ruthless Claim

9.5

Isla Rivera's mistake was being too good at her job. When she uncovers money laundering at Vitale Imports, she becomes the captive of Dante Vitale - a dangerous mafia don who needs her forensic accounting skills to find the traitor stealing from his empire. The deal is simple: find who's taken fifty million, or lose everything she loves. But nothing about Dante is simple. Behind the ruthless exterior is a man who never chose this life, who protects innocents even as he rules a world built on blood and power. A man whose dark eyes see straight through Isla's defenses, awakening a desire she never expected to feel for her captor. As Isla unravels a conspiracy buried deep inside Dante's own family, the professional arrangement turns personal. Every heated glance, every stolen moment in his penthouse pulls them closer, blurring the line between fear and forbidden attraction. When she uncovers the truth - the enemy is someone Dante once trusted - the stakes explode. Now Isla must choose between walking away safely, or standing beside the dangerous man who has claimed both her heart and her fate. Because she's no longer just his prisoner. She's his partner. And some bonds are forged in fire, loyalty... and love. Mafia Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance • HEA Guarantee

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9.2

My lover's revenge after my death

9.2

Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather. He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge. He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him. He framed my father as a rat. He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind. He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever. To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster. "She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"

Action Modern Romance

8.2

Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister

8.2

The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.

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8.4

Rising From Ashes: The Architect's Comeback

8.4

I woke up in a sterile hospital room with no memory of the lethal-looking man pacing outside the glass. My friend told me he was Dante Moretti, the Underboss of Chicago, and the fiancé I had supposedly worshipped for seven years. But the truth shattered me faster than the crash did. When our convoy was ambushed and the car caught fire, Dante didn't pull me out. He chose to save Valeria—the widow of a soldier he felt guilty about—leaving me to burn in the backseat. He called it a "tactical decision." I called it a death sentence. I thought losing my memory was a curse, but it was a gift. It stripped away the delusion of love. I saw a man who treated me like a useful piece of furniture. I saw a rival in Valeria who smirked while taking my job and my place. When she set a room on fire to frame me, Dante saved her again, leaving me to choke on the smoke. He even branded me a thief in front of the entire Commission to protect her lies. He thought I would always be there, the obedient statue waiting for his scraps. He was wrong. I fled to New York and walked straight into the arms of his sworn enemy, Enzo Falcone. A man who didn't just promise to protect me, but walked through fire to do it. Months later, when Dante finally realized the truth and crawled back to me in the rain, begging for a second chance, I looked him dead in the eye. "Forgetting you was the only peace I ever knew." I took Enzo’s hand, letting Dante see exactly what he had lost. "Remembering you just confirmed that you are a mistake I will never make again."

Action Modern Romance

7.2

Second Chance Of The Luna

7.2

Aldan Anabelle was destined to be a luna, beautiful, talented and heir of the great Kam kingdom. Everything was perfect, until one faithful night, her parents died in a fatal accident. Planned by an unknown clan, set up by her uncle Raven. After the death of her parents, life turned into a nightmare, uncle molested and maltreated her. To protect her father's legacy, she's sent to leave with her fated mate for 5yrs, the only way to get her legacy was if she could break his stone heart. Alpha Roman, a cold-hearted heir of Fangspire pack, vowed never to love because of his stepmother's maltreatment. Within 5 years, he fell in love with her.... after a long time of tormenting her. Their worlds merge, their hearts ignite and their bond becomes unbreakable. Not until she was kidnapped, did everything go sour. Her fashion show trips became a trap for taking her blood. To prevent the prophecy from coming through, her uncle planned her death. But unknown to them, nobody was found. Anabelle never died that day. She rises from the ashes under a new name. A powerful businesswoman whose internal desire was filled with revenge. When fate pushes them together again, they stand on opposite sides of destiny. Driven by misunderstanding and anger toward each other. Love. Betrayal. Revenge A Luna who returns from ashes to regain her throne, legacy. And a mate, who would destroy the kingdom to earn her forgiveness. "Would she be able to defeat her uncle plots?" and win the heart of the cold hearted Alpha.

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The Mute Bride's Secret Revenge Gamble

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