After seven years of marriage, Amanda finally conceives a child with her husband, Dante—only to watch helplessly as he strips their unborn baby of its inheritance rights for the sake of his childhood sweetheart. Heartbroken, she leaves and undergoes a dramatic transformation, emerging as the sole heir to a powerful Mafia dynasty. When Dante finally uncovers the truth, can he win back the wife who once loved him so deeply?
Valora wakes up inside a novel as the bullied true heiress, only to activate an affection system that binds her to three beast husbands. As their affection grows, so do her beauty, wealth, and power. Along the way, she turns her life around and wins the hearts of all three.
From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.
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.
"I'm Isa Borgia, the only daughter of the most powerful Don in Corvina.
A marriage of convenience isn't something I can escape — every family in our world is bound by alliance, not love. But if I can't choose my husband, the least I can do is choose my own engagement ring.
At the mafia auction, the moment I raise my paddle for the final lot — a flawless diamond ring — an arrogant voice cuts in from behind me.
""A country bumpkin like you thinks you can compete with me? Do yourself a favor and leave.""
The woman who steals my ring is Sofia Lopez, the spoiled godsister of my own fiancé, Luca Marino. She humiliates me in front of the entire hall, orders her men to crush my fingers — and Luca, the man meant to protect me, just watches. Worse, he lets her go further.
They think I'm a nobody from nowhere, someone with no name and no power behind her.
Then my father walks through those doors.
In one single night, the balance of power in Norham City flips completely. The once-untouchable Marino family falls to its knees. The ""beloved godsister"" who tortured me ends up caged like the animal she always was.
But I'm not interested in simple forgiveness.
I want them exposed in front of all Five Families — stripped of every lie, every illusion of power — and I want to watch, with my own eyes, as they walk straight into the ending I've already written for them.
I'm a Don's daughter. I don't beg for love, and I never settle for losing.
This time, I'm the one who makes the rules."
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.
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.
It’s been five years since my mother married into the Sterling crime family, and my relationship with my stepbrother, Louis, is still ice-cold. He’s arrogant, aloof, and wouldn’t give me the time of day. I know better than to even try. Until I saw it: a birthmark on Louis’s body, identical to the one on my online boyfriend, Rowan. I thought about the messages Rowan had sent me every night for the past two years, the ones that made my face flush and my heart race: Baby, I can only fall asleep thinking of you. I need to see you. I’ll show you how much I want you. I’m going crazy thinking about you… I just couldn’t square the man in those messages with the cold-as-ice Louis. To make matters worse, I had just lied to Rowan, telling him I’d failed to get into Harvard and wasn't good enough for him, before breaking up with him. If he finds out it was me who dumped him, I’m pretty sure he’ll tear me to pieces. I was already packing my bags, ready to bolt. But then Louis appeared, blocking my path. He leaned in, his low laugh a menacing rumble in my ear. "Think you can play me and just walk away? Who gave you the balls?"
When a special forces hero and his brilliant surgeon brother rescue two country sisters, one wild night changes everything. The surgeon falls hard for a married mother, while his marriage-averse brother accidentally gets her younger sister pregnant with quadruplets. Suddenly, love, family, and chaos come as a package deal.
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?
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