The Wright Queen

After Isabella catches her husband, Dante, in another act of infidelity, she leaks the evidence to the public. Her revenge backfires, resulting in a prison sentence, a lawsuit, and a heartbreaking rejection from her son. Realizing her life is shattered, she files for divorce and relinquishes custody. Dante believes she has nowhere to go, but Isabella has a secret. She is the sole heir to the Wright family, Italy’s most formidable mafia organization, and she is finally going home to rule.

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Chapter 2

A black Armani suit, perfectly tailored.

The outfit Victoria had waiting for me was worth thirty grand—more than any of the gowns I ever wore as the Moretti family matriarch.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the woman staring back. Thirty years old, still beautiful, but her eyes were hollow.

"Ready?" Victoria asked from the doorway.

"Yeah," I said, turning to face her. "One last time."

The Moretti family estate sat on fifty acres of Long Island's Gold Coast. I had lived here for six years, hosted countless dinners, and welcomed capos from all Five Families.

Now, I was walking back in as a traitor.

The core members of the family were all in the living room. Dante stood by the fireplace, holding our son, Leo.

The moment Leo saw me, fear flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by anger.

"Why is she back?" The seven-year-old clung to his father's neck. "Dad, you said the crazy traitor wasn't coming back!"

Every word was a punch to the gut.

My son, the child I carried for ten months, was looking at me like that.

"Leo, I'm just here to take care of a few things," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I don't want to hear it!" Leo shouted, tears welling up. "You betrayed the family! You went on TV and said bad things about Dad! Aunt Angelina said you're a psycho and you'll hurt us!"

"But Leo, I would never hurt you..." I knelt down, trying to meet his eyes.

"Liar!" Leo spun around and buried his face in Dante's chest. "Dad, make her leave! I hate her!"

The memory hit me, sharp and ugly.

A rainy night. I pushed open the study door and saw him with Angelina, tangled together on the couch. Her dress was on the floor, his shirt was wide open.

"Dante!" My voice cut through the silence.

They scrambled apart, fumbling with their clothes. Dante tried to explain—it was a "moment of weakness," he was "under too much pressure," Angelina was just "comforting" him.

I wasn't listening. I just felt the rage and humiliation burn in my chest. I grabbed a glass vase from his desk and smashed it on the floor.

Shards of glass sprayed across the floor. My heart felt like it went with them.

My ankle was cut, blood streaming down, but I couldn't feel a thing.

Then I heard a cry.

Leo was standing in the doorway in his little blue pajamas, his eyes wide with terror. He saw the whole ugly scene: me, unhinged, standing in the wreckage.

I lost him in that moment.

"Isabella." Dante's voice pulled me back to the present. "You've cost this family a fortune. After the media ran with that video, our stock dropped fifteen percent. Our partners are starting to think we're weak."

"I'm aware," I said, getting to my feet.

"So, I'll sign the divorce papers," I continued. "I'm giving up custody of Leo, all claims to family assets, and the Moretti name."

The room was quiet.

But I saw Leo's shoulders relax.

My son was relieved that I was leaving.

Dante walked to the desk and pulled out a thick stack of documents. "I had them drawn up. Once you sign this, Isabella, there's no going back. You'll lose all privileges and protection of the Moretti family. Including," he paused, "the right to see Leo."

I looked at the papers, covered in dense legal jargon. Each line erasing the last ten years of my life.

I pressed my lips together. "I'll sign."

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"You don't belong in my world," he growled, his hand tightening around my waist. "Then why do you keep pulling me deeper into it?" I whispered. Ten years ago, I lost everything, my parents, my innocence, my trust in fate. I only remember his shaking hands... and the birthmark on his arm. Now, the most feared man in the city wants me. A billionaire who commands blood and silence. A mafia king who kneels only in the dark, only for me. But what happens when I discover that the man I love... ...is the same man who destroyed my life?

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.8

My Billionaire Boyfriend Went Mad After I Left

8.8

After three years together, my boyfriend revealed his true colors by destroying my family business to please my treacherous best friend. He left me penniless and refused to pay for my father’s life-saving surgery, choosing instead to buy jewelry for his lover while my father died. Now, I am finished begging. I skipped our engagement party to broadcast a devastating secret to the world, driving the man who ruined my life into a public madness.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.3

No to Marriage? Goodbye, Then

8.3

After five years of chasing the wrong man, Nora finally accepts Graham Ashford’s devotion. Yet, despite their four-year-old daughter, Graham refuses to commit to marriage or even acknowledge his fatherhood. Nora’s world shatters when she overhears him admitting that she and their child are merely tools to make another woman jealous. Realizing his love was a calculated lie, Nora prepares to leave the billionaire behind, reclaiming her dignity and her daughter’s future.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.7

Return Of The Billionaire's Ghost Wife

8.7

I died in the terrifying plunge of Flight 815. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a luxurious bathtub, completely unharmed. The door opened, and my husband Jordi walked in—looking fifteen years older, his eyes glacial. He pinned me to the wall, his thumb pressing against my windpipe, demanding to know who hired me to play his dead wife. I managed to prove I was the real Isadora, biologically still twenty-eight years old. But my nightmare had just begun. My twenty-three-year-old son Hector looked at my unaged face with pure hatred. "Get this cheap replica out of my father's house, or I'll have him declared incompetent!" My twenty-year-old daughter Blossom, now a spoiled stranger treating Jordi like a personal ATM, screamed at me over the phone. Even Jordi's ambitious female colleague showed up at our estate, treating me like a temporary toy she could easily replace. In the space of a single breath, I had lost fifteen years. My children had grown up without me, learning to hate instead of grieve. Now, they looked at their real mother as if I were a monster trying to steal my own inheritance. But I didn't return from the dead just to be pushed out. I put on my old green silk dress, stepped in front of the female executive, and smiled. If they want to treat me like a threat, I'll fight them all to get my family back.

Billionaire Horror Romance

7.2

The Billionaire Doctor's Runaway Patient

7.2

Hope worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street, enduring daily humiliation from her boss just to be her mother's golden ticket out of poverty. But when a severe kidney infection left her bleeding and collapsing in the middle of a boardroom presentation, her boss didn't call an ambulance. He slammed his hand on the table, publicly accused her of popping pills like a junkie, and threw her out of the building. Dragging her agonizing, feverish body back home, Hope desperately needed a mother's comfort. Instead, the moment her mother heard she had lost her six-figure job, the woman's face contorted with pure rage. She didn't care that Hope's kidneys were failing; she grabbed a heavy glass ashtray and hurled it directly at Hope's head. "You threw away a six-figure job? You threw away our ticket out of this dump?!" The glass shattered against the wall, slicing Hope's bare leg open. For twenty-nine years, Hope had sacrificed her health, her dignity, and her sanity to be the perfect daughter. She didn't understand why her life was only worth the paycheck she brought home, or why her own mother would rather see her dead than unemployed. Looking at the blood dripping down her calf, the guilt that had chained her for a lifetime suddenly vanished. She pulled out her phone and hit send on a brutally honest resignation email to her toxic boss. Then, she opened a text from the intimidating, billionaire doctor who had treated her at the clinic—the only man who had ever told her she was a fighter. She packed her bags and walked out the door. This time, she was going to live for herself.

Billionaire Modern

9.6

The CEO's Biggest Mistake

9.6

"Three years ago, Aria Sinclair gave everything to Ethan Kane, her loyalty, her heart, and a secret she never got to tell him. He let her walk away without a word. Now she's back. Not as his assistant. Not as his lover. But as the one woman powerful enough to make the great Ethan Kane nervous. He wants her back. She wants revenge. But lines blur in boardrooms and late nights, and the truth about that night three years ago is darker, and more complicated, than either of them knew. Falling for him once broke her. Falling again might destroy them both."

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The Wright Queen

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