His Ex Mistress, His Enemy
Four years ago, Dianna Rosa fell in love with a man who promised her the world.
Only to find out she was nothing more than his mistress.
Heartbroken and betrayed, Dianna walked away from Zane Romano, heir to the powerful Romano Group, without a word. She disappeared, carrying pain, fury… and a secret she swore he’d never know.
Now, she’s back. Not as the fragile lover he once knew, but as the lead attorney in a billion-dollar lawsuit against his empire.
Their reunion in the courtroom ignites a firestorm of old wounds, sharp words, and dangerous chemistry.
Zane is still cold, commanding, and dangerously charming. But Dianna? She’s not the woman he could control anymore.
One wants justice. The other still wants her.
But when buried secrets rise to the surface, they’ll have to choose....destroy each other, or burn together.
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Chapter: The Shape of UsThe light behind my eyelids felt too white for a world that had just gone up in flames.I woke slowly, not the cool cinematic kind of waking. More like waking with a dry mouth that tasted like I’d chewed on sidewalk chalk. My nose complained first: antiseptic, expensive linen, and something that reminded me of espresso machine coffee, not the instant stuff.Voices hit me before my eyes caught up, coming from the half-open door.“I’m going in first,” Ash barked. “She’s my mami.”“She’s my aunt,” Zoe shot back, louder. “I’m the cousin plus the princess. My rank is above yours.”“No! Mami is—”“If you raise your voices one more octave, you’re sleeping in the parking lot,” Krystal cut in, sharp as glass. “The doctor said she needs rest. Ash, lower your hand. Zoe, if you step on his foot again, I will sell every piece of glitter you own.”Two tiny protests flared at the same time. A chair scraped. Something fell, probably a crayon. Someone muttered in Spanish.My eyes finally gave up and o
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: The Line I Cross for YouZane climbed down from his firing position.Diego and another guy shoved inside, spreading out, rifles aimed at the far side of the room where the gunshot had come from. Two men in black—definitely not our people—dragged themselves behind a small forklift at the end. One wasn’t moving. The other tried to lift his gun with a shaking hand.“Put it down.” Zane’s voice cut through the room. Cold. “Now.”The guy turned, eyes wild. His right hand rose, the gun lining up with… me. Great.I held my breath. Erick pressed against the drum behind me, his body forming a thin wall.The next bullet didn’t come from the enemy.A single shot cracked. Diego. His rifle jerked up just a little, then dropped again with a blink-fast reflex.The man’s gun flew from his hand, clattering against the wall. He staggered, shouting, clutching the shoulder that was now bleeding.“Try it again,” Diego spat in Italian, keeping the barrel low. “We’re not the police.”Amelia lifted her hands higher, fast, her fingers
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
Chapter: Cutting Zip-Ties and FateIf I ever claimed my life was dramatic, tonight the universe answered, “Hold this.”The hallway outside the door exploded in sound.Another shot. Close. A bullet slammed into the doorframe, splinters spraying into the room. Amelia and Sophia dropped into a crouch, backs pressed to the wall, their elegance evaporating along with whatever pride they had left.I hit the floor on instinct, half sprawled over Erick. The chair scraped again, loud on the concrete.“Di,” Erick hissed. His breath snagged in his chest.“Quiet.” My forehead pressed against his collarbone. “If you die, I need whatever energy I have left to yell at your corpse.”From the hallway came Diego’s voice, sharp and clear beneath the chaos.“Linea sinistra clear! Move slow!”Another voice answered, younger, fast. Probably Zake. “Two behind the forklift, twelve o’clock. I’m moving.”Then the voice that made my spine shake, even in a warehouse that smelled like rust.“Hold, Zake. Wait. They have hostages.”Zane.My ears cau
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Chapter: cover, coverThe second blast hit closer.The floor lurched for real this time. The light overhead stopped being décor and turned into a threat; the cable swung hard, its shadow dancing over the brick wall. Dust rained from the ceiling, stinging eyes and throat.“What was that?” Erick choked from the chair.“Picnic,” I muttered without thinking. “Gangster edition.”Amelia was already at the window. Her heels clicked on the concrete with a rhythm that didn’t match the situation at all. She yanked the grimy curtain aside and looked out.When she turned again, the change on her pretty face wasn’t dramatic. My brow even appreciated the Botox. Her jaw locked.“They’re here,” she said.“They?” I gripped the back of Erick’s chair, heart counting down on its own.The third explosion didn’t come from far away. It felt like something blew right under our feet. Heat rushed through the cracks of the window, carrying the bite of smoke and metal.Then… gunfire.The first shot cracked through the warehouse halls
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Chapter: Detonation"Okay, what plot twist is this supposed to be."The words slipped out before my brain caught up.Sophia leaned on the doorway like this was just an internal meeting relocated to hell. Black blazer, slacks, spotless white sneakers. Her hair was tied in a lazy knot, loose strands brushing her cheeks. Glasses hooked on her blouse collar instead of her face. One hand toyed with her phone, thumb sliding once."Seriously, D," she went on, her tone flat. "If you need fifteen more minutes for a dramatic reunion, I’ll resend the email. The one that says, ‘We found something about Erick’ in triple bold."I stayed on the floor. One hand on Erick’s knee, the other gripping the chair. My lungs dragged for air, my chest tight. My head still refused to accept what I was seeing."Sophia." My tongue felt like paper. "How did you even…""Get in?" She lifted a brow. "The door wasn’t locked, sweetheart. You just walked in too."That wasn’t what I asked and she knew it.Erick shifted weakly. "So…" his voi
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Chapter: The Side DoorIf there had been an award for the Worst Midnight Decision, I would’ve been holding the trophy already.I slipped past the iron gate and dropped onto the dirt road. Mud splattered my shoes. Milan’s cold bit straight through my hoodie. The narrow stretch ahead sat empty, washed in a thin ribbon of fog and framed by old trees leaning over the path. A low engine hum crept closer. A pale yellow glow broke through the dark.A taxi.Not a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. Just a regular city cab. White paint. A crooked TAXI sign on top that looked like it had survived too many bad nights. The engine rolled to a stop right in front of me. The driver lowered the window.A man in his fifties, gray hair, thin mustache, sly eyes that had clearly watched too many fools get into his car at even worse hours.“Signorina?” Thick accent. His gaze drifted from my face to the hoodie, to my pants, then to the gate behind me. He checked the address on the phone strapped to his dashboard. “Via… that o
Last Updated: 2025-12-31
TO HATE, TO TOUCH, TO RUIN
As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule.
When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken.
Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies.
He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife.
What he brought home was a storm in heels.
Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands.
The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him.
But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her?
Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal…
And trying to own her.
And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her.
The rest will be buried.
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Chapter: Sunglasses, Secrets, and Stupid MenI opened my eyes again, staring up at the blue sky between the coffee leaves, and the sentence I’d just read resurfaced in my head like an annoying song.[You never see him. You just know when he’s there because everyone else starts acting careful.]“Yes,” I muttered under my breath. “I know.”But that wasn’t the part that made my throat feel bitter. It wasn’t the fact that Zach knew we were going to Los Angeles. It wasn’t even the way he texted like my neck was property of the Romano family.What made me sick was the simple part. The part too domestic for my life.Papa had only mentioned the L.A. trip at the family dinner table. And I had only mentioned it in one chat.Bogotá & the Idiots.That was it.Two circles. Two possibilities. And one of them leaked.I lifted my phone off my chest, unlocked the screen again, and opened the old chat with the +39 number. The two messages were still there neat, cold, like fingerprints on glass.[Your neck is empty.][Don’t go to Los Angeles witho
Last Updated: 2026-02-23
Chapter: The Coffee Grove and the Ghost I GoogledPapa’s coffee grove stretched behind the mansion like a small world that didn’t care who married who or who got kidnapped by whom last month. On the left side, there was Mama’s chili patch, not big at all but guarded like a national border.I dropped onto the oversized rattan daybed beneath a cream canvas umbrella. The linen pillows were warm from the sun. My bare feet touched the fabric and immediately went limp. Medellín’s late-morning air had that infuriatingly perfect temperature, with the smell of damp soil from watering, coffee leaves, and something sweet from flowers whose names I never remember.On my stomach, my new phone lit up.In front of me, Gemma and Sofia were already running like two rejects from a finishing school for toddlers.“DON’T STEP ON ABUELA’S PLANTS!” I yelled without lifting my head.“OKAAY!” Sofia shouted back from far away, which usually meant yes, but later.Gemma, craftier and calmer, didn’t shout anything. She just looked over her shoulder while she ran
Last Updated: 2026-02-23
Chapter: Found, Forgotten, and Everything In BetweenMorning in the Serrano house never understood the meaning of the word slow.Somewhere down the hall, a blender roared to life. Children’s laughter bounced off the walls. The old kitchen radio murmured soft reggaeton. And someone—God knew who—had already started yelling about shoes before the sun had even fully hauled itself up.I stood at the kitchen sink, fingers curled over the cold granite edge, letting the faucet run for a second before I shut it off again.My neck felt… bare.Instinct tugged my hand upward, stopping halfway. Upstairs, in the drawer of my room, rested a single piece of sea-glass on a chain, engraved with one small word on the back. Found.“If you stand there any longer, the floor’s going to get depressed,” a warm, raspy voice called from near the stove.I blinked, lifting my head.Aunt Marisol stood before the big stove, spatula in one hand, cast-iron pan in the other, a red checkered apron cinched around her waist. Her dark hair, streaked with white, was twisted
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Chapter: BareThe room feels bigger once the door closes behind me.Sounds from downstairs still drift up in fragments: Bretta’s shrill laugh, Gemma shrieking about something involving ice cream, Mama scolding someone over plates. It all blurs into a low hum, like a TV left on in another room.I drop onto the bed.The mattress bounces lightly. Cold sheets brush my bare back beneath an oversized T-shirt. My jeans are draped over the chair. My bra is God knows where. Only one lamp is on, a dim yellow glow on the nightstand, throwing long shadows on the wall and soft lines across the ceiling.My hand slides down my arm, then reaches for my phone beside the pillow. The screen lights up, catching my reflection for a second: hair tied up in a lazy knot, eyeliner barely hanging on, naked lips. I look like the discount version of myself.Perfect for tonight.My thumb hovers over the one chat icon that matters most.Bogotá & the Idiots.Their profile picture is pure nepotism energy: Isabella in red lipstick
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Chapter: Serrano CircusThe Serrano dinner table looked the same as always tonight: too full, too loud, and with too few people actually paying attention to their food.I stared at my plate like it was a math exam.Roasted chicken with crisp skin, fragrant yellow rice, fresh salad… on any other night, I’d clear a plate like this down to the bone. Now, my fork just pushed the rice around, carving tiny meaningless lines.My neck felt… empty.Reflexively, my hand lifted, brushing the skin just below my collarbone. No cool chain. No green sea glass hanging like a small claim on my skin. The necklace was in my room drawer, wrapped in tissue paper. Far enough not to be seen. Not far enough to forget.“Wow.”Javier’s voice sliced into my thoughts like a dull knife. Slow and annoying.“Look who suddenly went on a diet.” He shoveled rice into his own mouth, then eyed my plate. “Is this because Matteo’s not here? You only eat properly when your husband’s around, is that it?”One comment. One second. I wanted to throw m
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: Reminder“Found.”The word clings to the back of my teeth as my brow tightens. The little sea glass is cold against my fingers, but my head feels smoked out.Found.Not I love you. Not I miss you. Not even something I could twist into sweetness if I were desperate enough to justify being an idiot again.Found.If Zach just wanted revenge, he didn’t need to get poetic with a shard of ocean glass.I lift my gaze to Jared. “So…” my voice comes out rough, and I clear my throat, “what does he actually want from me?”The café noise keeps moving like nothing is happening. Spoons clink. A barista calls out someone’s name. Laughter cracks from a corner table. Life goes on. Ordinary. Unfortunately, mine never is.Jared doesn’t answer right away. He tilts his head a little, eyes tracing my face, drifting to the first box still closed, then to the sea glass pendant in my hand.“If he just wanted revenge,” I go on, twirling the necklace between my fingers, “Matteo should’ve been the one getting a surprise
Last Updated: 2026-01-05
The Billionaire's Regret
Marrying Sebastian Romano had felt like a wish granted too perfectly to be real… until reality crushed it.
For two years, Jasmine lived in a blur of champagne, penthouse lights, and a husband who looked at her like she was his entire future.
In the third year, the silence arrived.
The kisses turned into calendar appointments.
The marriage shrank into handshakes and small talk.
Then Jasmine found the truth.
Sweet messages that were not for her.
Hotel bookings that did not include her name.
A blonde secretary who did not know shame.
Jasmine walked out without looking back. She left her ring, the signed divorce papers, and her ruined heart on their ridiculous king-size bed.
What she did not know was that another life had already started inside her.
Five years later, Jasmine lived small on purpose. Quiet. Safe. Her child grew up without drama, without the weight of the Romano name. Jasmine promised herself it would stay that way.
Until Adrian.
Adrian was nothing like the men who used to own her world. Calm where they were cruel, clever without being cruel, steady in a way that felt dangerous only because she wanted to trust it. With him, Jasmine finally stopped feeling like a problem to fix and started feeling like a person to keep.
When Adrian dropped to one knee at a glittering Monte Carlo...Jasmine did something she had sworn never to do again. She thought about forever.
Then she saw him.
Sebastian Romano.
The man she had loved, left, and learned to hate in the exact same lifetime.
Those cold eyes. That unreadable face. The past she thought she had buried standing three steps away from her fresh start.
“Interesting,” Sebastian said. “Your fiancé… happens to be my brother.”
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Chapter: Someone Is Counting YearsI leaned back against the headboard, bare feet on the duvet, my thin cream silk pajamas already torn a little at the sleeve, no idea when that happened. The laptop sat closed beside me, Montreux documentation abandoned.Hazel and Rhea were now in their respective guest rooms. The last thing I’d heard was them debating whether eating cheese was healthier or if surrendering to a beautiful death was the better choice. Salma had left two hours ago, the house remaining in a status I’d call “relatively not on fire.”I took a long breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I could still smell the faint white-floral perfume drifting in from the kitchen, even though the flowers were already buried in the trash. A ghost of an expensive scent. Annoying.My phone vibrated against my chest. My eyes opened.The name on the screen: Adrian. His profile photo was a candid, Poppy on his shoulders with a serious face, and him looking resigned but happy. Hazel had taken that picture, and now it lived rent-f
Last Updated: 2026-02-23
Chapter: Bouquet of WarningsNight slipped down over a city too polished to have any real secrets. From the wide balcony on the top floor, the harbor lights scattered yellow streaks across the water. Yachts glowed like expensive toys on a rich kid’s shelf.The sliding doors had been left open. Salt air drifted in, mixing with the scent of wine, half-burned vanilla candles, and a thin curl of smoke from a cigarette in a glass ashtray.Poppy had passed out an hour ago after a long negotiation about how many bedtime stories were acceptable and whether a unicorn was allowed under the blanket. On a normal night, I’d be out too.Tonight wasn’t normal.Hazel lounged in a chair, her long legs propped on the armrest, one hand holding a wineglass, the other spinning an empty lighter between her fingers. Rhea sat on the floor with her back against the wall, her glass placed beside her knee, her hair tied up in a lazy knot.I stood near the railing, half leaning on it, one hand holding an unlit cigarette. The thing felt too
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Chapter: People Are ExhaustingI lean my head back against the seat and let out a long breath, like my lungs are finally remembering their job. Monaco slides past the window in its annoying postcard version. Clean sidewalks. Glittering storefronts. Beautiful people carrying expensive coffee and polite little problems.I close my eyes.Poppy’s face comes first.Messy bangs. Maple-syrup mouth, even though she hadn’t had any. “MOMMY SAID I WIN.”Then those cold blue eyes.Then the silence in the conference room.Shit.“If Sebastian asks a single question about my kid,” I say, still not opening my eyes, “I will burn Monaco to the ground and call it a yacht accident. I’m serious, Dan.”Daniella turns her head, studies me for two seconds, then nods with an expression so solemn it could be carved into stone. “Noted,” she says. “I’ll prep the alibi.”I open one eye and look at her.She gives a tiny shrug. “If we’re committing crimes, we still have to be organized.”A snort escapes me, something almost like a laugh, almost
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Chapter: No Place Left to Hide“Mommyyyy—”Poppy’s voice is still loud, full of demands and imaginary maple syrup.I force my lungs to work, pull my smile back into place. “Just eat the waffle,” I say that too quickly. “Whatever you want. But brush your teeth first. Now.”Poppy beams at the camera like she’s won a constitutional battle. “I knew Mommy loves me the most,” she declares before yelling over her shoulder, “AUNTIE HAZEL, MOMMY SAID I WIN!”In the frame, Hazel raises her coffee mug with the expression of someone betrayed by her own country. Rhea appears from the other side, patting Poppy’s head gently while half-asleep.“Love you, Mommy,” Poppy says, pressing her nose too close to the camera.“Love you too.”Poppy hits something at random.The screen goes black.I place the phone on the table, face-down, moving slowly. My fingers are cold.Luc gives a warm smile, utterly unaware that he just witnessed a grenade go off. “Well,” he says with a shrug. “The most honest negotiation we’ve had this morning.”I le
Last Updated: 2026-02-20
Chapter: The SlipThe door opens again, soft and controlled, and Luc walks back in. “Sorry,” he says, nudging the door shut with his hip. “Board call. They wanted to make sure we’re not turning Monaco into, quote, ‘a place where rich people learn how to be human.’”I lift a brow. “They’re late. That’s already the city’s unofficial slogan.”Luc laughs under his breath, then moves to the end of the conference table. He grabs a marker and writes two words on the whiteboard along the wall: Narrative and Numbers.“Next week’s presentation,” he says, slipping seamlessly back into work mode. “We have two types of investors. The ones who care about the story, and the ones who care about the math. I want our deck to speak to both without sounding bipolar.”I nod, already stepping into safer territory. This is mine while Sebastian is still in the room.He hasn’t said a word since that last sentence, but his attention clings to me anyway, a pressure along my skin like a touch that never quite lands. I try to shov
Last Updated: 2026-02-19
Chapter: BehaveMornings in Monaco have an annoying habit of being too clean.The sky looks freshly washed. Sunlight ricochets off glass towers until everything appears expensive, serene, and utterly untouched.I sit in the backseat of Daniella’s car, staring at my reflection in the window. My makeup is flawless. My hair styled “effortlessly,” which required a very deliberate amount of effort. A pale cream blazer over a black blouse. The uniform of a woman who can sell the concept of livable opulence without looking like she’s covering up a sin. Unfortunately, the sin still lingers on my lips.Not physically. That disappeared after I brushed my teeth like someone possessed and cursed at my reflection. What remains is the memory: heat, pressure, the way that man moved like my body was still part of his portfolio.I exhale slowly.Daniella adjusts the clutch in her lap, then leans toward me, “Okay, boss. You’re beautiful. You’re brilliant. You have the presentation. You have control. You have—”“I have
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