The Wedding Jilt: Gangster's Revenge Bride
Tony James was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about.
I never meant to fall for him, especially not after being abandoned at the altar and humiliated on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
Michael Sebastine, my ex-lover, ran off with my best friend — and my fortune. But he didn’t just betray me. According to Tony, Michael crossed him too. And Tony James, a ruthless Mexican mafia boss, doesn’t take betrayal lightly.
He offered me a deal: help him track down the man who destroyed us both, and he’d give me the revenge I craved.
What began as a reluctant alliance soon turned into an erotic, intoxicating romance.
Tony was dominant, demanding, and unapologetically powerful. He taught me how to fight, how to manipulate, how to use seduction like a blade.
And in return, I gave him the one thing no one else ever had, TRUST.
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 90: The ProposalChapter 90: The ProposalValerie's POVThe drive to Tony's compound felt different this time. Instead of the nervous anticipation that had accompanied my previous visits, I felt a deep sense of coming home. The gates opened smoothly as my car approached, the guards nodding respectfully as I passed through the checkpoint. The entire estate seemed oddly quiet, almost deserted."Tony?" I called out as I entered the foyer. "Are you here?""I'm here," his voice came from somewhere deeper in the house, warm but carrying an undertone I couldn't identify. "Come to the main reception room.There's a light switch just behind you when you enter. Turn it on."Curious and slightly confused, I made my way down, I felt along the wall behind me until my fingers found the switch Tony had mentioned.The moment I flipped it, the room exploded in color and light.Thousands of fairy lights draped every surface, creating a canopy of stars across the ceiling. Rose petals covered the floor in intricate patte
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-16
Chapter: Chapter 89: New BeginningsChapter 89: New BeginningsOne Month LaterValerie's POVI folded the last of my summer dresses into the suitcase, the familiar routine of packing oddly comforting after everything that had happened.Papa had survived. Three surgeries and two weeks in the hospital, but he'd survived. The bullet had missed his major organs by millimeters, and the doctors said it was nothing short of miraculous. I preferred to think of it as stubbornness, Francesco Newton was too proud to die from a coward's bullet.A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, followed immediately by familiar voices chattering excitedly in the hallway."Val! Open up! We brought champagne!" Anna's voice rang through the door, accompanied by the sound of someone juggling bottles.I opened the door to find all three of them—Anna, Sofia, and Gabriella—crowded in my doorway with armloads of celebration supplies. Their faces were bright with the kind of excitement that came from good news shared among friends."Look at
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-15
Chapter: Chapter 88: The Moment of TruthChapter 88: The Moment of Truth*Tony's POV*The video was perfect. Crystal clear footage of Salvatore Reyes and Victor Mendoza sitting in Francesco Newton's reception room, asking for "the phone" that Valerie had supposedly stolen in violation of "mafia conduct." Their hesitation, their nervous glances, their obvious lies—all of it captured in high definition from multiple angles."This is it," I whispered to Valerie as I prepared the secure broadcast to the underground networks. "This is the evidence that clears my name and exposes them for what they are."My fingers hovered over the send button of my encrypted communication system. The same network that had been used to spread lies about my involvement in Senator Valdez's assassination would now carry the truth. The irony wasn't lost on me."Are you sure about this?" Valerie asked quietly, her hand finding mine. "Once we send this, there's no going back.""There's already no going back," I replied. "They came here to threaten you,
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-13
Chapter: Chapter 87: The Negotiation Chapter 87: The Negotiation*Mr. Newton's POV*I stood in the main reception hall of my estate, watching through the tall windows as an unmarked sedan approached the circular driveway. My security team had already confirmed the identities of the passengers—Victor Mendoza and Salvatore Reyes, two men whose presence at my home could only mean one thing: desperation.The timing was no coincidence. Just as we'd agreed, Tony and Valerie were positioned in the CCTV monitoring room, multiple cameras and recording devices capturing every angle of the conversation that was about to unfold. If these men were here to threaten my daughter or negotiate under false pretenses, I wanted irrefutable evidence of every word spoken."Don," Marco, my head of security, spoke quietly into his radio. "The subjects have exited their vehicle. Two men, no visible weapons, but they're moving like professionals."I nodded, straightening my tie with deliberate calm. In my world, appearances mattered as much as ac
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-12
Chapter: Chapter 86: The UltimatumChapter 86: The Ultimatum*Victor's POV*Salvatore stepped over Hassan's body with casual indifference, his expensive shoes tracking blood across the hotel room carpet. Behind him, his men maintained their positions, weapons still drawn, ready to eliminate any remaining threats. The air was thick with gun smoke and the metallic smell of death."Victor," Salvatore said, his voice carrying the calm authority of a man who was used to being obeyed without question. "I left you alive for a reason."I struggled to my feet, every muscle in my body aching from Hassan's beating and the terror of the past few minutes. My legs felt like water, barely able to support my weight, but I forced myself to stand as straight as possible. Showing weakness to a man like Salvatore was suicidal."I appreciate it," I managed to sat while recovering from the tremble that I was going to die."This wasn't a rescue," he confirmed. "This was damage control. Hassan Al-Rashid was becoming a complication, asking too
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-10
Chapter: Chapter 85: The DilemmaChapter 85: The Dilemma*Tony's POV*Valerie had fallen asleep curled against my good side, her breathing steady and peaceful in a way that made me almost forget about the pain radiating through my ribs. Victor's phone lay on the nightstand like a loaded weapon, containing all the evidence I needed to prove my innocence. But holding the truth and being able to use it were two very different things.I stared at the ceiling of the elegant guest room, my mind racing through the implications of what Valerie had given me. The messages between Victor and Salvatore were damning, clear proof that I'd been framed for Senator Valdez's assassination. The financial records showed payments, timing, coordination and everything needed to expose the conspiracy.But who would believe it?The mafia community operated on reputation, on relationships built over decades, on trust that was earned through blood and violence. I'd been branded a traitor, a man who'd sold out his principles for political gain.
Huling Na-update: 2025-11-09
Tastes Like Damn Chocolate
At seventeen, Tiana’s world shatters when a cruel twist of fate forces her into marriage with Nikolai Toriaga — the arrogant heir to a billion-dollar coffee empire and the same boy who made her life hell in high school.
For eight long years, she endures the cold silence and lovelessness of the Toriaga household. But in secret, Tiana earns a PhD in Business Administration and quietly becomes a billionaire, investing her allowance in cryptocurrency and major company shares.
When Nikolai’s father dies, Tiana assumes the marriage is over. The man who forced it is gone, and so is the reason for Nikolai to stay. Her fears are confirmed when he shows up to the funeral with a world-famous model on his arm, while Tiana remains his estranged wife.
Determined to reclaim her life, she steps into the spotlight, taking a job at Lancaster Group — a global chocolate brand — and reconnects with Ryan Lancaster, a former classmate who once secretly adored her.
She expects the long-overdue divorce papers, but instead, Nikolai starts coming home… watching her, wanting her. When she finally confronts him, he fiercely responds, “There’s no way we’re getting a divorce, Tiana.”
Basahin
Chapter: Chapter 62CHAPTER 62Indy didn’t knock. She didn’t need to.The door to Tiana’s office flew open so hard the handle left a dent in the wall. A second later Indy stormed in like a hurricane wrapped in couture with sunglasses shoved up into her hair, designer coat slipping off one shoulder, face flushed with the kind of rage that had been simmering for weeks.Tiana looked up from the quarterly report she’d been reviewing. The pen in her hand stilled.Indy didn’t speak at first. She simply swept her arm across the desk.Files exploded into the air. A coffee mug shattered against the far wall. The beautiful blush-rose bouquet from Ryan hit the floor; petals scattered like blood drops on cream carpet.Only then did Indy speak.“You bitch. You did this.”Tiana slowly set her pen down. Her heart was racing, but her face stayed calm. “Indy. This is my workplace. Lower your voice.”“Lower my…?” Indy laughed, sharp and ugly.Tiana rose slowly, palms flat on the desk. “Actually, Indy. Leave.”“Leave?” Ind
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-10
Chapter: Chapter 61CHAPTER 61Morning crept into the Toriaga mansion like a cautious intruder. The house was quiet, but it was the strained kind of quiet that comes after a storm, when everything feels temporarily held together by willpower alone.Tiana wore simple slacks and a soft blouse with her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She found Nikolai in the living room, seated on the leather sofa with documents spread across the coffee table like a losing battlefield. A cup of coffee sat untouched beside him, long gone cold. He looked up when she entered, dark circles under his eyes betraying the sleepless night.“Good morning,” she said evenly.He nodded once. “Morning.”She didn’t sit. She stood a few feet away, hands loose at her sides. “I have a proposal.”His brows lifted slightly, wariness already settling in. “A proposal.”“A trade,” she corrected. “You leave Gerald alone, completely, and I’ll help Hartwell Corporation.”The words landed like a quiet explosion.Nikolai stared at her, stunned. H
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-09
Chapter: Chapter 60CHAPTER 60The second call from Ryan came just as the waiter cleared their plates, before dessert could even be offered.Tiana glanced at the glowing screen, then at Nikolai. The fragile ease from moments ago had already evaporated. His eyes were flat now, watchful, the candlelight catching the hard line of his jaw.She answered.“Ryan,” she said, letting her voice soften deliberately, warm enough to carry across the empty table.“Hey,” Ryan replied, his tone laced with quiet concern. “I noticed you left the office with someone tonight. You didn’t seem in a hurry to get home. Everything okay?”Nikolai’s fingers tightened around the stem of his wine glass, knuckles whitening.“I’m fine,” Tiana said, leaning back in her chair. She kept her voice light, almost playful. “Actually, I’m at La Fiamora right now. It’s quiet. The view’s beautiful.”Ryan let out a low, appreciative whistle. “La Fiamora? That’s impressive. Special occasion?”She sent a quick glance at Nikolai. He was staring at
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-09
Chapter: Chapter 59CHAPTER 59The drive to the restaurant dragged on in near silence. Nikolai kept his eyes on the road, his fingers tight on the wheel, as the city lights blurred past. Tiana sat beside him, staring out her window, one hand resting on her thigh. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the low sound of the engine and the occasional swipe of the wipers against a light drizzle.She didn’t know what to expect. Didn’t know why she’d agreed. The hurt from the night before, him ignoring her at dinner, acting like she wasn’t even in the room, still sat heavy in her chest. But here she was, letting him drive her anyway.When they pulled up to La Fiamora, her breath caught.The restaurant hadn’t changed. Same glass front, same soft glow spilling onto the waterfront promenade, same view of the river lights dancing on the water. She hadn’t been here since before Pascal was born. This used to be her favourite restaurant back when a night out still felt possible.Nikolai got out first, came around,
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 58CHAPTER 58The sun was just spilling gold over the skyline the next morning when Tiana slipped into the kitchen, her steps quiet but purposeful. The hospital incident from yesterday lingered in the back of her mind. Nikolai’s sudden collapse, his stubborn refusal to stay, and his pale face in the passenger seat had left an ache she wasn’t sure she wanted to name. She pushed it aside as she pulled out pots and pans,Pascal’s little feet pattered into the kitchen before she could finish arranging the table. His eyes went wide when he saw the spread.“Mummy! You cooked everything?” He climbed into his chair, legs swinging.“I did, sweetie,” Tiana said, smiling. “I thought it was time we all had breakfast together. You, me… and your father.”Pascal clapped his hands. “Yay! Family breakfast! Daddy will be so surprised!”“I hope so,” Tiana said, setting a plate in front of him. “Eat up, sweetie. So you won’t be late for school.”Pascal’s grin widened. “Ok mum,” he replied as she quickly dov
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-08
Chapter: Chapter 57CHAPTER 57Tiana jerked her hand away the instant Nikolai’s eyes opened, as though his gaze had burned her skin. She took a stumbling step back from the bedside, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat.“I thought you were asleep,” she blurted, the words tumbling out before she could stop them.Silence stretched between them, thick and charged. The steady beep of the monitor filled the room like a metronome counting down to something inevitable.“I mean…” She cleared her throat, forcing composure into her voice. “It’s good that you’re awake. Obviously.”Nikolai didn’t answer right away. He blinked once, slowly, as if reorienting himself to the sterile lights and the antiseptic smell. Then, without a word, he pushed himself upright. The thin hospital blanket slid down his chest as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed with deliberate calm. He reached for his folded shirt on the chair and began pulling it on.“Let’s go home,” he said, his voice low and roug
Huling Na-update: 2026-01-07
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