When my fiancé, Liam Moretti, the most powerful Don in Chicago, canceled our wedding for his mistress, Scarlett, it was for the ninth time. I warned him, stone-faced, that if he canceled the tenth ceremony, I would honor the sworn marriage pact with the Falcone family. He scoffed. "Isabella, you gave me your heart. How could you possibly marry someone else?" "Besides, who would want to marry a sickly wreck like you?" On the day of our tenth attempt, Scarlett sent him a photo of a rival family's pier and made a bet: if he could seize it within an hour, she'd grace our wedding with her presence. Liam's face tightened at the photo. He ripped the family crest pin from his lapel and raced out the door. An hour later, Scarlett's social media feed updated. A photo of them kissing on the captured pier made the rounds among the major families of Chicago. The caption read: "A man who truly cares will move mountains for his woman." I silently removed my wedding gown and dialed a number I hadn't called in years. "Julian, the Falcone family's promise... does it still stand?" I could hear the barely suppressed excitement crackle in his voice. "The offer still stands. For you, Isabella, it's a lifetime offer."
My fate was sealed the day I turned twenty-one: a marriage contract binding me to a son of the Hawthorne family. It was less a romance, more a silent business merger between our two powerful dynasties. In my last life, I foolishly chose the man I thought I loved, Preston. But after the wedding, he and my adopted sister, Sloane, began a sordid affair, and I became nothing more than a trophy wife for him to parade and control. Ultimately, they conspired to kill me, arranging a car crash that brutally ended my life. Now, I have been reborn. Fate has rewound the clock, placing me at the very moment I must choose. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I chose Sterling—the family outcast, the frail second son everyone had written off as a worthless invalid. I would let Preston and Sloane have each other. I wished them a bitter "eternity" together. But in this life, Preston would be the one drowning in regret. He would be the one to lose everything.
The Alpha of the Thomson Pack sent me a mind-link, ordering his son and heir, Wright, to come home. He was about to meet his future mate. But Wright, my childhood friend, was lying fast asleep beside me, his upper body bare, the fresh bite marks from our passion last night still stark against his shoulder. I assumed the message was just a prank from our elders, so I nudged him awake to tease him about it. But he just lazily asked me to help him pick out a ceremonial dagger, one imbued with power, as a gift for his mate-to-be. Seeing me freeze, Wright shot me a dismissive glance, the corner of his mouth twitching into a condescending smirk. "Emma, what's with that reaction?" "We're just... convenient for each other, aren't we?" "You didn't really think the Moon Goddess destined you for me, did you?"
Right before my bonding ceremony, my Alpha fiancé, Kaelen, demanded I give my gown to his lover, Seraphina Croft. Not only that, but he used his Alpha power to restrain me, locking me in the Sanctuary like some feral, uncontrolled beast. "Seraphina has Moonshadow Fading Syndrome. She just wants to experience what it's like to be an Alpha's mate before she dies." I lunged forward, my inner wolf howling. The Alpha's power crashed against my own, his force paralyzing me as my claws twitched, desperate to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Kaelen barely blinked. Instead, he sighed in annoyance and shook his head. "She's dying. Can't you show a little compassion?" His tone was dripping with disappointment, as if I were the villain. "All you're losing is one ceremony. Seraphina is losing her entire life."
{Complete}.... "I don't owe no one apologies. Now listen really good..", he whispered into my ear " Stay outta my stuff or you'll be more than sorry. Got it", I nodded "Word puttana, I said got it?", " Yes", I whimpered ****** The Mendoza family is the most feared family in the Mafia world. When Adela Montes steps in to save her father from being killed, giving her off as a bride to their son Stephan, becomes the only way out. Adela is heart broken at the news but has no choice. Will she be able to cope with being forcefully married to a mafia's son?
My supervisor ambushed me during the all-hands meeting. My face was plastered on the giant screen for the entire company to see. The charge? "Poor work attitude." She demanded an explanation. Right now. A digital witch hunt. In front of 500 people. Just as I was scrambling for words, my boss’s face leaned into my camera's view. “So,” he drawled, “what’s the issue here?”
My supervisor ambushed me during the all-hands meeting. My face was plastered on the giant screen for the entire company to see. The charge? "Poor work attitude." She demanded an explanation. Right now. A digital witch hunt. In front of 500 people. Just as I was scrambling for words, my boss’s face leaned into my camera's view. “So,” he drawled, “what’s the issue here?”
I’m Jade, bound to Julian—until he chooses germ-phobic Nancy, who torments my sister Molly. “What, are you that desperate?” Julian sneers when I beg him to stop Nancy. Molly jumps from a roof after Nancy’s brother Stuart abuses her. I’m framed, beaten, dumped in the ocean—saved by Miles, who helps me expose Julian and Nancy’s crimes. “You played me,” I snarl at Julian as he begs forgiveness. I watch Nancy and Stuart turn on each other, then sever my bond with Julian. Thirteen years later, I’m a mom with a new mate. Julian sees me happy and whispers, “Farewell, my girl”—finally letting me go.
Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery. Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams. It took just one night to lose her virginity to him. And later discovering she was pregnant, she decided to leave and never return. Hopefully, Liam will never find out that she left with his heir.
I accidentally shared a body connection with Alpha Jason. When I got food poisoning, he called me, and in no time, a whole house full of anti-diarrheal meds was delivered. During my period, he—unbelievably—went to get me sanitary pads. When my ruthless boss verbally tormented me until I cried, Alpha Jason broke down in a firefight, tears mingling with blood. One day, Alpha Jason couldn’t take it anymore. Through clenched teeth, he growled, "Be my mate, so we can enjoy twice the pleasure!"
I, Michael Smith, faced betrayal at my bonding ceremony when Vivian Luis revealed her child Jack and true mate Kevin Davis. Rejected, I called Selena Charles, my lifelong pursuer, and we bonded. Vivian and Kevin harassed me, even trashing my home and hosting a mating feast there. Selena rescued me, exposing their fraud—Jack was a stolen pup. Vivian and Kevin were punished, while Selena and I built a life together...
I'm a Hitman (Don't fall in love with me. Do not love me) He hates keeping his victims in his custody. He hates kidnapping but loves killing. His name is Jayden. A hitman. Find out when he was assigned to kidnap a known mafia's daughter but to kill her when he's given an order to. What happened throughout the girl's stay with him?
Dr. Emerie's life changes when she saves mafia boss Albert Maroni. He becomes obsessed, forcing her into a relationship by destroying her independence, including her car, her apartment, even her job. Trapped in his world, she meets his reckless brother Emilio, the man who killed her parents years ago and walked away free. Playing the obedient girlfriend, Emerie waits for revenge. On the eve of her wedding to Albert, she finally gets her chance. But her victory comes at a cost, a terminal illness she's hidden all along. In the end, she dies free, leaving Albert broken. Some debts can only be paid in blood.
My father, who had been missing for fourteen years, suddenly reappeared. He’s the Alpha of the Duskfire Pack now, and he wants me to come back with him to inherit his power and wealth. But I didn’t feel joy. Instead, I was consumed by anxiety and fear. Because my mother... he’s kept her hidden away.
My twin sister, Lydia, is obsessed with mafia romance novels. All she's ever wanted is to marry into a mafia family and live a life of luxury. She set her sights on Lorenzo 'Enzo' Caruso, the heir to the Caruso crime family in New Cadenza City, who was recovering from an assassination attempt. She wormed her way into his life as his temporary caretaker. But she quickly grew tired of the job. So, she made me take her place. When Lorenzo finally recovered and threw a grand celebration party, Lydia decided to drug him with a powerful aphrodisiac to cement her place as the next Mrs. Caruso. This time, I didn't stop her. I even booked a luxurious suite for her to carry out her plan. In my past life, I had begged Lydia not to do it. I warned her that romance novels weren't real life, that men like Lorenzo were actual mobsters—not people you mess with. Surprisingly, she listened to me and called off her plan. But soon after, word got out that Lorenzo was engaged to someone else. Just like that, Lydia's grand fantasy was shattered. She blamed me for ruining her "dream." My parents blamed me too; they hit me, cursed me, saying it was all my fault that Lydia hadn't married Lorenzo. One night, Lydia completely broke down. She walked into my room with a table lamp and bludgeoned me to death. Now, I've been given a second chance. I woke up on the night of Lorenzo's recovery party.
My world shattered the moment I felt my Alpha mate, Kael, being taken by a rival pack through our mate bond. I was eight months pregnant, but I didn't hesitate to grab the silver dagger. My inner wolf roared, urging me to hurry. I fought my way through a sea of bodies, covered in blood. But as I reached the last door of the abandoned warehouse, my keen werewolf hearing picked up the sound of laughter from within. Among the voices was Kael's. "Ten more minutes until the bet is over. Do you really think Elara will risk losing the pup to fight her way here? She's eight months pregnant!" a strange voice taunted. "Maybe I should just have that Beta grovel, and we'll call it even for the spilled drink." "If anything happens to Elara's pup, it'll be on my head." Then I heard Kael's chilling voice. "What, Marcus, getting cold feet?" "It's not fear, Kael. I just heard you two waited a long time for this pup. Risking your mate for one of your Betas... have you even considered the consequences?" "Shut up," Kael's voice was devoid of warmth. "Lyra is the one who matters. We can always have another pup, but I won't let anyone hurt her." "Besides, I'm going to win this bet. Elara will definitely come." I gripped the dagger so tightly my mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. So this life-or-death struggle was nothing more than a game Kael had arranged to placate his Beta, Lyra. For her, he was willing to gamble with my life and the life of our unborn child. Kael, you once said that those who betray their mates will have their inner wolf cast into hell. Then let our hell begin with you losing this bet.
Before the statue of the Moon Goddess, the bonding ceremony with my fated mate, Alistair, was about to begin. But his adopted sister, Seraphina, sent a life crystal through our mind-link. Inside the crystal was the heartbeat of a newborn pup. Alistair sensed its aura and, without a moment's hesitation, abandoned me and rushed away. He brought Seraphina back to the home we were meant to share. Immediately after, Seraphina posted an intimate photo of herself and Alistair on the central werewolf social feed. The background was our bedroom. Alistair's message followed: "I lost control on the night of the full moon. Seraphina is pregnant with my pup, and I have to take responsibility." "She wanted to hide it from me and raise the pup alone. But she's so young, and such a gifted healer… I can't ruin her, and I can't abandon this innocent life." "Didn't you want a pup soon? She'll leave after she gives birth. You can raise the pup, and it will only ever know you as its mother." Seeing no response from me, he added: "As for our bonding ceremony, we'll talk about it after Seraphina gives birth." I stared at the message, a harsh laugh escaping me, my eyes burning red with unshed tears. Did he really think that I, the heiress of the Silvermoon Pack, had no other choice but him? I immediately called Kaelan's number. "Bonding ceremony. Are you in?"
My engagement dinner. For the twelfth time, Julian abandoned me for Chloe. Ten long years. His voice was a panicked rush as he grabbed my hand. "Bella, it's Chloe... she overdosed. She's in the ER. I have to go. We'll do this another time, I promise." The same excuse. Again. As I gazed at his panicked face, a chilling calm washed over me. For ten years, I had played the fool, the perfect supporting actress in his charade of devotion. I'd had enough. I wrenched my hand free and, under his stunned gaze, strode deliberately toward the corner. There sat the undisputed king of New York's underworld, Don Lorenzo of the Moretti family. "Don Lorenzo," I raised my glass, my smile dazzling and reckless. "It seems my fiancé has just dumped me." "So, are you interested in taking me off his hands?"