Unmatched you

He is a noble prince from a wealthy family, and she is the cold and cunning third daughter of the White family. For many years, Lena White has been persistent, and every decision she makes is to be closer to him, but he has no idea. "Have a face, I will never marry you!" Their marriage begins with a game in which they have to marry each other. He was clearly planning to divorce and subsequently set a trap for her. Obviously, he said he would never love. He afterwards took her to see the sea of stars. "Mr. Blake, we are divorced," she reminded him. "Don't think I'm completely unrelated to you!" Mr. Blake made a risky move, pulling out the keyboard and tossing it to the ground while kneeling and screaming, "Honey, I'm wrong!" It took her six years to transform herself into his preferred style. He felt there was no one on the planet who could interfere with his emotions, yet she still messed with him when she turned around.

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Chapter 8

"Hello,..Do you have."

He took out his phone and called his assistant.

But before he could finish his words, Mark suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Blake ?"

"Forget it! Nothing..."

Robert hung up the phone, but his eyes fell back on the blue drop in his palm.

So what if he had her phone number?

What did he want to do? Call her? Let her come back to take this earring? Or give her a chance to get both of them back?

He suddenly couldn't figure it out

On the other side, it was not until Lena came back home that she had time to tell Sister Anna the details of the whole thing.

At the beginning, Sister Anna only knew that Lena had got the contract. Now she knew the cause and effect. She was shocked and asked, "what? It's Robert's company? He even gave up the show to you? Has that scum changed his character?"

Hearing that Lena was sitting on the sofa, Lena White looked a little indifferent and calm. "In fact, he is not a bad man."

"It's my own business that I like him. It's not wrong if he doesn't like me. I can't call him a jerk just because of this."

Sister Anna didn't seem to accept it, and her beautiful eyebrows twitched noncommittally.

"But he has left you abroad for six years. Does it count? Does it count that she stopped you from coming back? Your family has gone bankrupt, and he doesn't allow you to come back Does it count that you have suffered so much outside for so many years? And your stomach disease, and your hand..."

Sister Anna couldn't continue, but looked at the back of her right hand with burning eyes.

Noticing Sister Anna 's gaze, Lena felt a little tired subconsciously.

It suddenly occurred to her that she had received plastic surgeries on her right hand more than ten times in the past few years, and now the scar had long gone.

Hearing that, Lena loosened her right hand and looked down at the smooth skin on the back of her hand unconsciously.

There were once ugly scars on it

If it weren't for the designer who had very high requirements for her career, she might not have done plastic surgery for the rest of her life.

After all, if the camera turned to her hand and saw it full of scars, it would probably cause a lot of unnecessary guesses.

But fortunately, she did it. Otherwise, she might not be able to let it go for the rest of her life.

She was no longer the fearless and arrogant girl she used to be.

"I shouldn't desired for what doesn't belong to me. I deserve it." She said calmly, as if she was gossiping about other people's daily lives.

"That's abroad. You were only 20 years old at that time, and you didn't have money."

The more she said, the angrier she became. Sister Anna said, "anyway, it's right for you to agree to divorce. Don't be silly again. It's hard to find a toad with three legs in the world. There are many men with two legs. Don't change your mind."

"Well, don't worry!" Lena agreed without hesitation.

After sending Sister Anna away, she immediately took out a pill from her handbag, peeled one and put it into her mouth. Then she forced herself to swallow it.

Her mouth was full of bitterness.

But she felt more bitter in her heart.

Just like Sister Anna asked her how it felt to take revenge on a scum?

She said that Robert wasn't a bad guy

This was not because she loved him, but because her relationship with Robert had become like this, she felt that she also had to take the responsibility

Her first encounter with Robert was more than ten years ago.

At that time, she was thirteen years old.

After a big quarrel with her father, she ran away from home. That night, she ran into a crazy kidnapping. Robert, who was fifteen years old, was the victim.

He refused to cooperate and was stabbed by the kidnapper with blood

At that time, she didn't know why she suddenly ran to the nurse and lied to her that he was her brother.

The nurse took her to the ambulance.

Because of the excessive loss of blood, Robert was in shock. When he woke up from several comas, he had been holding her hands tightly.

Robert's hand was beautiful, but as cold as ice

Lena was holding his hand back, and whispered in his ear again and again

"Brother, don't be afraid. We're almost there."

"Brother, don't sleep. You won't wake up if you sleep."

"Brother, you'll be fine. I'll be with you."

The doctor said that Robert was in danger.

His blood was too special, which was RH negative and AB type. There was no such reserve of blood in the blood bank of the hospital.

Hearing that, Lena stretched out her thin arms and said with her eyes shining, "doctor, I'm also RH negative and type AB dark blood. I can save my brother!"

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I woke from a five-year coma not to the faces of my family, but to my own death certificate. It was signed by my parents and my fiancé, Dante Moretti, the most ruthless Don in our world. He had sworn on his father's grave to wait for me. Instead, he replaced me with Sienna—the very woman who put me in that hospital bed. My own son, Luca, looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes. "You're not my mother," he sneered, hiding behind the woman who wore my face. My parents rushed to shield her, not me. "You must understand the bigger picture," my father said. "We did what was necessary for the Famiglia." But the final betrayal came after Sienna pushed me off a bridge and needed a blood transfusion. My own parents signed the consent form to use my blood, and my fiancé gave the order. "Save her," he snarled. The nurse told me they were ordered to "discard the blood bag after use." As if I were trash. I walked out of that hospital, a ghost in my own life. I took the new identity my old professor offered and vanished. This time, I wouldn't be Elara Bianchi, the tragic fiancée. I would build an empire of my own.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Secretly Cherished: From Forgotten Bride To The Mafia Boss's Queen

8.2

After three years of marriage, Ashley had only seen her so-called husband twice. The first was for their marriage registration, just before she left for her overseas studies, barely exchanging a handful of words. The second was at the chaotic scene of a car accident-she saved the injured underworld boss, never realizing he was her legal husband beneath the blood and confusion. As his personal doctor, Ashley kept hearing stories about his unwavering devotion and extravagant gifts to his beloved wife, never suspecting she was that woman. On divorce day, everything changed forever. She was shocked to discover that her aloof boss was actually her husband!

Mafia Modern Romance

7.9

I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret

7.9

I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.2

Just A Vessel: The Surrogate's Escape

7.2

I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity. "Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature." I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought. That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs. For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator. When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated. My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny." Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream. But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff. Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode. Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate. He cut Iliana loose. "You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die. He thought he was leaving behind a corpse. He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts. "Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me." Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance. Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.

Action Mafia Romance

9.7

Mafia's Captive Desire

9.7

He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands traveled from her back to her waist, and then down to her thigh. She felt her breath hitch as she let out a small gasp. "We shouldn't be doing this." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then tell me to stop." His voice was low, daring, as his fingers traced slow circles on her skin. *** Lucy had always lived life on her own terms, until the night everything changed. One moment, she was free; the next, she was bound to Barry Cooper, a cold, dangerous man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. She never expected to be trapped in a world of power struggles, deceit, and unspoken desires. But as the lines between captor and captive blur, Lucy realizes she's caught in a deadly game, one where trust is a luxury and survival is not guaranteed. Will she escape the ruthless mobster who owns her... or will she become his greatest obsession?

Action Adventure Mafia

9.1

Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

9.1

Elena’s life shatters when she is forced into a dangerous arrangement with Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his shadow, she must navigate a world of violence and secrets while he becomes increasingly obsessed with her. As Dante’s dark desires consume him, Elena struggles to survive his possessive grip. Their volatile connection blurs the line between fear and passion, leading to a high-stakes game of loyalty and betrayal.

Action Mafia Romance

Unmatched you

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