Betrayed, gutted, and enslaved in a brutal South American mine by his lover and closest friend, Dustin unlocks the Eyes of Fortune. With vision piercing raw stone and human greed, he rises above warring cartels. One by one, the traitors who sold him out become his prey.
After My Third Divorce From Godfather, I Will Never Come Back
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I am the only godmother in the underworld who has been divorced three times. The first divorce happened because Andre's childhood sweetheart, Alice, returned. He told me: "Rachel, she and I once swore before God that neither of us would marry anyone else while the other was still single." The second time was because Alice fell into depression. He stroked my hair and said: "Alice is the daughter of a man who made great contributions to the family. She needs me more right now. Don't make this difficult for me." Again and again, I was forced to leave the home Andre and I shared. Until the third time, Alice deliberately damaged my car's brakes to threaten me with divorce. I personally handed him the divorce papers with my signature already on them. Andre praised me for being understanding and began planning an even grander wedding ceremony to remarry me. What he didn't know was, this time, I would never come back.
Reborn Dragon Princess Cuts Off Her Three Brothers
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Betrayed and killed by her adopted brothers and the girl she once saved, White Dragon Princess Cecilia is reborn to sever all ties with them. She accepts Dragon King Edward’s proposal, finding the love she deserves. When the truth is revealed, her betrayers can only regret losing her.
Slapping a cheating boyfriend seems fair, except Izzie hit the wrong guy—her dangerous new stepbrother. Now, they are enemies at school. But one unexpected kiss changes the game, turning hate into a secret addiction.
My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca -the youngest Don in New York's underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don't confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our private line, and ordered his underboss, Luca, to stop reporting anything about me. When I went to DeLuca Tower in Lower Manhattan, security blocked me at the revolving doors. "The Don's exact words were that we could let a rival family walk in tonight, but not you." After that, whenever Roman saw me at a party or in a hallway, he left first. He kept it up for six months. Then a doctor told me an aggressive, high-grade glioma was growing inside my brain. It was pressing into the part that held language and memory, and the time I had left might be just long enough for one goodbye.
Ruined by her toxic friend Selina, Mara sinks into a steamy island affair with billionaire Alex. But paradise shatters—Alex is Selina’s fiancé. Bound by obsession yet torn by mistrust, Alex loves and hates her. Driven to the edge, Mara fights back—and in the crossfire, can their dangerous passion survive the war?
To be with Luca, I left New York and moved to Montreal. Three years of slaving over the stove, teaching myself the books, studying every detail of how to dress—all to fit into his world. To become his Donna. I actually believed I was on my way. But tonight, at the family banquet, the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Liliana—his childhood friend. His understudy leaned in and muttered in Italian. "Don, if you're settling things with Liliana, what happens to Catherine?" Luca took a slow drag of his cigar. "I love Catherine. But for the family, my Donna can't be some nobody." "And if she finds out?" "She loves me too much to walk away. I'll give her everything but the title." My chest tightened. A tremor ran through me that I couldn't stop. What they didn't know—I'd learned Italian in secret. I caught every single word. Liliana swept in wearing a long red dress. She shot me a look from above and gestured for me to move. Luca patted my hand. "Liliana's here to hold the room tonight. Go watch the kitchen. Don't let the staff screw up." I looked into his eyes. Three years of this—and it was all a joke I'd played on myself. I turned and walked out, pulling off his necklace and letting it drop to the carpet. My phone buzzed. My father asked how much longer I'd stay away. I stopped and typed. "Three days. I'm coming back to New York." Luca, when you find out your family doesn't even hold a candle to mine... what then?
Elena Vale spent three months hand-embroidering her wedding dress for the man she'd loved for seven years — Adrian Moretti, Don of the Moretti family. On her wedding day, she walked toward the altar... and found it empty.
Through a live screen on the wall, she watched Adrian slide her ring onto her twin sister Livia's finger in the room next door.
So Elena gave her the dress too. She burned the embroidery she never finished. She packed only what belonged to her. And she disappeared.
Months later, Adrian finds her in a dye workshop in Santa Fe, sleeves rolled up, the scar she once earned saving his life now hidden under ink-blue tattoos. He offers her everything — marriage, property, a second chance. She offers him the truth instead: the fake diagnosis, the staged suicide attempt, the swapped wedding — all of it recorded, all of it real.
When the lie collapses, so does his empire's trust in him. Half a year later, he kneels in front of her exhibition, begging to start over.
But some love doesn't survive the moment you're told to take off your dress.
On her deathbed, actress Nora regrets she never had a child. She wakes up in 1933 as the wicked stepmother of four kids who hate her. To survive and ever get back, she must turn their hatred into love. But can the woman they all despise rewrite her fate?
For generations, the women of House Silvermoon have carried a unique blessing. Our blood ensures high fertility. More importantly, it purifies the lineage of those we bind with. Because of this, the moment a daughter of our house comes of age, she becomes the most coveted prize in the realm. In my past life, my older sister, Clara, looked down on the brutal, cold-blooded dragon shifters. Her heart was set on the elegant Elven Prince. She fully believed she would rule the Nightwood at his side. She got her wish. And I was readily married off to the Dragon Prince, Kail, in her stead. No one expected that within a year, I would give birth to a pure-blood dragon—the first sole heir the Dragon Clan had seen in centuries. Overjoyed, Kail crowned me his only Queen the day he ascended the throne. Under his rule, the dragons conquered the continent. My position was secured, and I enjoyed endless wealth and absolute power. Meanwhile, Clara discovered the grim reality of the elven court. The prince was a notorious womanizer. Clara was merely an insignificant consort, drowning in tears while she watched the entire realm bow at my feet. Jealousy ate her alive. During a family gala, she lured me to the edge of a cliff and pushed me into the abyss. But when I opened my eyes again... the dragon bridal envoy was already at our gates. And Clara, without a single moment of hesitation, accepted the proposal. I knew instantly—she had been reborn, too. What she doesn't know, however, is that becoming the Dragon Prince’s bride is the easy part. Winning his heart? Surviving long enough to bear his child? That is next to impossible.