Too Late For Regret: The Capo's Ex-Wife
To save my husband, the crime lord of this city, I took a bullet to the gut.
As I lay dying, Dante didn't even glance my way.
He was too busy shielding his mistress, Camilla, checking her for scratches.
When I woke in the hospital, I found out that while I was unconscious, my brother had called, screaming for help.
Camilla answered my phone. She told Dante it was just a prank.
The next morning, my brother was found dead in a dumpster.
When I confronted Dante, he defended her innocence, told me not to make a federal case out of it.
He forcibly removed my grandmother's heirloom ring from my finger and slipped it onto hers.
He mocked me for being unable to bear his heir, completely disregarding the fact that I'd lost that ability five years ago, taking shrapnel for him.
Camilla delivered the final cut: our marriage license was never registered.
Ten years. I was never his legal wife.
He thought I was trapped. He thought without the Moretti name, I was nothing.
But I didn't cry. I went to the guest room and packed my knives, not my clothes.
Two years later, I run the only security firm that can rival his.
When a man, his face a ruin, appeared at my brother's grave begging for forgiveness, I felt neither love nor hate.
"I'm free," I said.
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Chapter 6
On the grainy security footage, a figure in black walked out the back door.
She carried a bag.
She didn't look back.
She walked straight into the pre-dawn dark until it swallowed her.
I stared at the screen, my limbs feeling heavy, disconnected from my body.
She was gone.
She'd actually left.
"Dante?" Camilla's voice came from the top of the stairs, thin, whining. "Why are you shouting? You'll wake the baby."
I looked up at her.
She was wearing the ring.
My grandmother's ring.
For the first time, it looked like a piece of cheap glass.
A cheap prop for a girl playing dress-up.
"She's gone," I said, the words escaping like a puff of stale air.
"Who? The maid?" Camilla yawned, her voice dripping with boredom. "Good. She was such a downer anyway."
She paused to examine her nails, then rustled her silk robe and turned back toward the bedroom.
I stood there, gripping the edge of the desk until the wood creaked under my fingers.
She'd be back.
She had nowhere to go.
This house, this life, was all she'd ever known.
But as I stared at the empty driveway on the monitor, the silence in the house felt less like peace and more like a tomb.
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8.9
After three years of marriage, he abandoned her, but treated Maria Harris like a treasure. He ignored her and treated her harshly. Their marriage was like a cage.
Linda Abels is very patient, because she loves Shane Harvey deeply!
Until it rained heavily that night, he left her pregnant and flew abroad to accompany Maria', while Linda's legs were bleeding and she crawled out to call an ambulance...
She finally breathed a sigh of relief: some people's hearts can never be covered.
Linda wrote down the divorce agreement and left quietly.
... Two years later, Linda came back with countless suitors around her.
Her scum ex-husband pressed her on the door panel and forced her step by step: "Mrs. Linda, I haven't signed yet! Don't want to be good to others!"
Linda smiled and said lightly, "Mr. Shane, we have nothing to do with each other!"
The man's eyes were slightly red, and he tremblingly said his vow when he got married: "Linda will never leave him in his life, and divorce is prohibited!"
8.5
I was guiding the blade through a slab of A5 Wagyu for our seven-year anniversary when a burner phone vibrated against my knee.
It was a photo of a manicured hand resting on the tuxedo I had bought for Dante three weeks ago. On the finger sat a massive diamond ring.
The caption read: Mrs. Isabella Gallo. Finally legal.
For seven years, I wasn't just his lover. I was the architect of his legitimacy, the woman who wrote the code that cleaned his dirty money. Yet, while I was here cooking his favorite steak, he had married a mob princess to secure her father's territory.
When Dante walked in smelling of expensive scotch and another woman's perfume, he didn't apologize.
"It's just politics," he said, loosening his tie. "You keep your allowance, your position. You just stay in the shadows a little longer."
He looked at me like I was a piece of high-end furniture. When I told him I was leaving, his face darkened.
"You can't resign from the Mafia, Seraphina," he sneered, blocking the door. "If you leave, I will burn everything you have."
He truly believed he was the King on the chessboard. He forgot that I was the one who built the board.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry.
I simply walked out, opened my encrypted laptop, and dialed the number of the one man Dante feared most.
"I'm cashing out," I said. "And I'm bringing the entire Gallo empire with me."
7.1
"Don't tease me again or else you really want it. There are no safe words in my bed."
He is rumored to know a thousand ways to disarm and pleasure a woman, and I am Olivia, the nymphomaniac.
In a quest for revenge against my childhood bullies, I got locked into an unhappy marriage, with an untamed brother-in-law. Colt Fletcher, the morally-grey, rebel biker is ever excited by danger and prefers life on the edge. And from the moment he laid eyes on me, I became his forbidden want.
I should know better, to steer clear of deadly desires like these but when fate forces us to live under the same roof, share the same boardroom, and every accidental touch burns, my resolve begins to collapse.
But scandals don't stay buried, and my husband is the devil. The price of this betrayal is death. I must choose between my husband who owns my name, and his brother who owns my body.
9.2
It wasn't a gun, but the pen in my hand was going to end my life just the same.
Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in a month, pointed to the tablet on his desk. It showed a live feed of my mother’s hospital room.
"Sign the confession, Ava," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Take the fall for the embezzlement. Or the funding for her ventilator stops in ten seconds."
My heart hammered against my ribs. The crimes weren't mine. They belonged to Chloe, his mistress. But Liam Valenti, the Underboss of New York, was sacrificing me to save her.
"She's fragile," he said casually, adjusting his silk cuffs. "She can't handle prison. You're strong. You'll survive."
With tears blurring my vision, I signed the document. I signed away my career as a lawyer and my freedom to save my mother.
Liam snatched the paper like a prize. He didn't offer comfort. He just smirked.
"Good girl. The wedding is still on, of course. You'll look beautiful in the ankle monitor."
He walked out to celebrate with his mistress, thinking he had won. Thinking he owned me.
But he forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just his fiancée. I was the one who laundered his money. I knew where every body was buried—literally and financially.
The moment the door clicked shut, I stopped crying. I pulled out a burner phone and opened an encrypted app.
I wasn't going to jail. I was going to war.
I typed three words to the one man Liam feared most.
"Execute Protocol Zero."
8.5
"You don't get to hurt me and then make me responsible for how guilty you feel about it."
"Friends don't stand next to you, learn everything about you, and then use it to get close to the one person they know matters."
Aria thought she knew two things for certain: she was going to graduate with her best friend, Iris, by her side, and she was in love with her boyfriend, Liam.
One kiss changed everything. But as the secrets of their "before" come to light, Aria realizes the betrayal didn't start at a party or in a moment of weakness. It started weeks ago, in the conversations she wasn't part of and the moments she wasn't invited to.
Now, Aria has to decide if she can find herself again in the wreckage of the people she trusted most-or if some bridges are meant to be burned
9.6
He was a Don, she was just a city girl.
Their love was forbidden.
Still,he wants her even when betrothed to another.
What started as a random meeting turned into a causal argument then led to an unruly obsession and then a mutual agreement to a night of pleasure.
It seemed normal until Eren Scott came crawling back for more.She was the distraction he never asked for, the temptation he couldn't resist and the love he never wanted.
Elizabeth was willing to open her heart for him until she discovered he wasn't who he said he was. She found out too late that not only had she fallen in love with her best friend's fiancé, but she was also pregnant for him.