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: Keepin Up With the RomanosThe Romano family’s main house always carried a certain charge. Maybe it was the long history, or maybe it was the way everyone inside seemed born with the ability to turn any room into a crisis meeting and a Latin-Italian family drama at the same time.I stepped out of the car with Ash in my arms. My son was still yawning, his hair sticking up like he’d just been hugged by four cats in a row.Zoe hopped out first and shot toward the front door like a tiny, high-pitched bullet. “SIUUUUU!” she hollered.“Zoe! Slower, cariño!” Mama’s voice drifted from inside.I was just crossing the threshold when I saw them. Mama sat on the main sofa, elegant as ever, hair pinned up neatly, a soft green dress only she could make look expensive.Beside her, Krystal leaned against Zach’s side, her hand gliding over the curve of her growing stomach. She was glowing, and Zach… the man looked like he’d punch anyone who dared tire out his wife. Possessive in a way that would seem ridiculous on someone else,
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: All the Wild in Me Bows to Her [21+]ZANE POVThe lights in the room dimmed. The wide glass window showed rows of dark pines swaying in the night breeze.The house had finally stopped trembling under the chaos of those two tiny demon children, after a hundred sweet threats, one fake cry from Zoe, and one full Colombian sermon from Krystal over the phone. Now it was just us.Me and Dianna, and her soft breaths between those thin sighs she pretended not to make.She lay on her back, her hair spilling across the pillow like a dangerously beautiful weapon. Her phone was still in her hand, her thumb moving fast… way too fast. Her group chat seemed more important than me kissing her neck.I held myself up on one arm while the other pulled her waist closer. My mouth traced her jaw, then down to her ear, then to that sensitive spot beneath it, the one that could break the focus of any normal human being.But this was Dianna. And she wasn’t normal.She was moral chaos wrapped in the prettiest body on earth.“Mmhm…” she hummed wit
Last Updated: 2025-11-15
Chapter: Chaos at the Door, Peace in Her ArmsZANE POVTen a.m. meetings usually made me want to slam my head against the table. But today, even collapsing oil charts and eight-digit numbers weren’t enough to pull my mind away from… something else.The directors lined both sides of the glass table, each buried in files or tapping through tablets. The projector showed Romano Imperium’s quarterly report: a seven-percent rise in oil exports, a coal mine negotiation in Peru, a new partnership offer from a Japanese steel corporation. All of it important. All of it big. All of it boring compared to the single notification lighting up my phone.“Is there anything you want to revise in the Alaska concession report, Mr. Romano?” one of the directors asked.I nodded without actually looking at the paperwork. “Federal land statute. Make sure we don’t get locked into a twenty-year extension. We take eight, nothing more.”He nodded fast. They’d learned a long time ago that I didn’t need to look at charts to know the details.While my mouth ke
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
Chapter: Romano Damage ControlZane POVThe hallway felt too bright, too busy, too… not Dianna.I walked fast, accepting a dozen greetings from employees with a nod, a stiff “good morning, sir,” awkward smiles, all of it passing right through me without landing. My head held on to one thing only: The taste of her mouth.The way she kissed me back like she’d just realized refusing me was a lot harder than destroying my reputation.God.I almost turned the car around and locked us in that room until the world finished exploding. Her mouth said no, her body said yes… and the sound she made, it should have been illegal to sound that good.I caught myself smiling for half a second as I passed my assistant’s desk.“Since when do you have a personal life, Mr. Romano?” that sharp voice cut right through my thoughts.I turned. Mrs. Alberta, the old secretary who’d served since the days my father still wore that messy eighties-mafia hair, stared at me over her thick glasses.“Is there something we need to discuss, Alberta?”
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
Chapter: Safe RoomI stepped into the living room and walked toward the kitchen, letting him follow me. “Something happen?”Zane lowered his phone, eyes locked on me for a long moment before he answered. “They’re checking the perimeter. All sides.”His tone was too calm for something that serious.I nodded slowly. “So no one got in?”“Not yet,” he said, exhaling through his nose. “But I’m not waiting for someone to try.”He stepped closer, voice dropping. “I have to go to the office. Emergency meeting. But you..” his gaze met mine, steady. “you stay here.”“Zane—”“Not just about security,” he cut in fast, “it’s also the press. After last week’s rumor, half the city’s waiting for your face to show up again. And this time they won’t settle for a headline.”I looked at him, trying to ignore how his command sounded halfway between military order and genuine concern. “So I’m on house arrest now?”He gave a small smile. “You can think of it that way if it keeps you put.”I sighed. “Can I at least invite Wino
Last Updated: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Still Like Red?The air smelled like freedom and pine. Sharp, clean, almost calming, like the world beyond the Romanos’ iron gates didn’t exist.I walked barefoot across the back terrace. The morning air was still cold. The kind of cold that cleared your chest instead of biting through it. The cabin, with all its hidden luxury behind stone and wood, felt more like a hideout than a home. Zane might’ve called it a mansion, but to me, it was a forest with glass walls and military-grade security.My steps carried me down the narrow path behind the house toward the lake. The water was clear and still, the surface reflecting a sky veiled by thin clouds. The lake’s floor and walls were lined with black stones, arranged with obsessive precision..so Zane.From here I could see the valley stretching below, a sea of green trees rolling into the horizon. The wind brushed my cheek. For the first time in a while, there were no cars, no reporters, nothing but the forest’s whisper and the sound of my own steps. I th
Last Updated: 2025-11-11
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: You Hold Me, He Haunts MeWe lay on the bed with the lights off, the only glow coming from the balcony, slipping across the pale linen sheets.Matteo pressed in behind me, one arm locked around my waist. No space. His breath landed steady on my neck, but his grip never fully eased. There was always a hint of pressure, like if he let go, I’d disappear again.I didn’t protest. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t shift. I was just too drained to push anyone out of my bed tonight, and Matteo… he is my husband, even if the word felt more like a business contract than a sacred vow. At least he is familiar. Safe, in the loosest sense of the word.We didn’t talk. No questions from him about what I’d done, where I’d been, or what happened while I was in Zach Romano’s hands. He didn’t ask, and I didn’t offer anything.Because if I opened my mouth, I was afraid my voice would betray what was happening in my head.The way Zach’s stare could stop me faster than a weapon. The way my body reacted before my brain could say no. The w
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: Scarred by His ShadowDinner at the Serrano house never stayed quiet. Unless you were dead or had just shot someone. I hadn’t done either today, so the clatter of silverware mixed with laughter, muttering, and dramatic stories like always.I scooped arroz con pollo onto my plate for the third time. There were empanadas, arepas, pastelitos, even papaya that Mama swore was good for “spiritual purification.” Me? I’m just hungry. The after-being-kidnapped kind of hungry.“My sweet sister,” Bretta watched me from the far end of the table, her face dipped in telenovela-level concern. “You’re sure you don’t want beet juice? It helps with post-war trauma.”“I prefer post-chili trauma. Thanks.”Mama shot me a look, then piled more empanadas onto my plate like they could rinse my sins away. “If you can still be snarky, you’re not eating enough,” she said. “And you need cleansing. I already called Pastor Rodrigo. He’s coming in the morning.”“Pastor?” I muttered, chewing. “I thought all we needed was a hitman and a t
Last Updated: 2025-11-16
Chapter: A Staircase Worth Running ForA few hours after that conversation, I woke again as the plane’s wheels kissed the runway with a gentle thud. Through the window, Medellín greeted me with a pale pre-dawn sky and the silhouette of mountains framing the city like an old painting.Jevan didn’t say a word as we disembarked. He simply steered me toward the black car already waiting, and before I could ask where we were going, the door shut, the engine roared, and we were gliding out of the airport.The drive to the Serrano mansion always made me feel like a character in a high-end mafia film. A private road cutting through the hillside, lush trees blocking out the rest of the world, and mountain air carrying the scent of wet earth.Once we passed the massive iron gates with the family crest welded into the center, I could see the house from a distance: sprawling, layered with stone balconies, and lined with tall windows catching the first gold of morning light.And in front of it… a crowd.Not strangers. Family. All of th
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: No More Stone WallsThe helicopter touched down in a town that felt like it belonged in a fairytale, faded old buildings, cobblestone streets, and salty air laced with the scent of toasted bread from cafés that either opened too early or stayed open too late.But that wasn’t what made the place different.What made it special was the fact that no one outside my family dared set foot here without permission.This was Serrano territory. And in Serrano territory, the word “no” was only ever spoken by people who wanted to disappear.The rotor blades slowed, then stopped. Jevan stepped out first and offered his hand. I took it too tightly, but he didn’t let go.My steps felt heavy, but I didn’t say a word. Somehow, any sentence would’ve sounded stupid next to the pounding in my ears.We walked down a narrow path lit by dim yellow streetlights, flanked by two armed men whose faces I vaguely remembered from family meetings years ago. They didn’t look at us, but I knew they were scanning every shadow.Jevan stay
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
Chapter: Smoke, Salt, and SerranosI stepped out of the phone booth, hoping my stride looked purposeful rather than desperate.This old city had layers. Its cobblestone streets twisted and narrowed, crowded with tourists snapping photos of pale-painted walls. Salt-laced sea air drifted through narrow alleys, mixing with the scent of grilled fish and fresh bread.Thirty minutes.Javi said thirty minutes.I grabbed a hoodie from the car seat and pulled it over my head, covering part of my face. I slipped my car key into my pocket, just in case I needed to vanish again. I refused to be caught empty-handed.My pace was fast, but I made sure not to rush. Papa always said, “If you run, everyone runs. But if you walk like you’ve got somewhere to be, only the smartest people realize you’re running away.”I passed a fruit stall. The vendor shouted offers of big oranges. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Momentum mattered.Behind me, the sound of boots clicked on stone. Not tourist boots. Too heavy. Too deliberate.I didn’t turn. I vee
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
Chapter: Heartbeat ExitI waited. Sitting at the edge of the bed like a nun fresh from confession, except my sins weren’t meant to be forgiven.It was 1:00 p.m. when I heard the first sound. A spoon dropped.Then laughter.Then… silence.I stood slowly, cracking the bedroom door open half an inch. The hallway looked normal. No polished shoes clicking on the floor. No whispers over walkie-talkies. Just silence.Too much of it.My first step felt like the first step of a prisoner who didn’t know if they were walking into heaven… or a bullet.I took the west wing. The part of the house that’s usually the most guarded, it’s connected to the service area and the underground garage. Normally, there’d be two armed men stationed at the end of the corridor.Today? One was slumped in a wicker chair, head tilted back, mouth open like a baby after warm milk. The other was passed out sideways on a small couch, one hand still clutching the TV remote.Ah.The sweetness of a small victory tasted better than revenge.I walke
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
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