The Discarded Wife
To the world, Elena’s marriage to Julian is a union of convenience; to Julian, she is merely a decorative asset to be ignored—until he violates the final sanctity of their home, bringing other women into their marriage bed. Devastated and pushed to the absolute brink, Elena seeks oblivion at a high-end lounge, only to encounter three powerful phantoms from her past: Killian, Jaxon, and Rhys. Once her devoted protectors, a dark, unspoken incident years ago tore them apart, leaving deep, unhealed scars.
The illusion of a drunken hallucination shatters the next morning when Julian cheerfully ushers three elite investors into their residence to save his failing financial empire. Elena freezes—it is them. Grown into ruthless titans of industry, the three men look at her not with the affection of the past, but with a dark, predatory possessiveness. While her oblivious husband grovels for their financial backing, the three men lay down an unspoken, terrifying ultimatum: they will destroy Julian completely, but the price of Elena's freedom is her total surrender to them. Trapped in a house of secrets and forced into suffocating proximity, Elena must decide if these three dangerous men are her ultimate ruin or her only escape from a living hell.
Baca
Chapter: The Judas BreachThe silence inside the Vance penthouse was absolute, thick as deep water, broken only by the ragged, terrified breathing of the man tied to the chair in the center of the foyer.Julian Vance strained against the heavy zip-ties biting into his wrists. The emergency crimson lighting cast long, demonic shadows across the white marble floors he used to walk with such arrogance. He stared at the heavy, reinforced steel doors of the private elevator banks.Click. Hiss.The elevator didn't chime. The doors simply forced themselves apart with a violent, mechanical groan, the pneumatic seals breaking under the pressure of industrial hydraulic spreaders.Six men stepped out of the black shaft. They moved with terrifying, fluid silence—a ghost squad clad in matte-black tactical gear, suppressed submachine guns raised, their faces obscured by panoramic night-vision optics. They didn't sweep the room like police; they moved like a death squad executing a rehearsed slaughter.Julian’s heart hammere
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Chapter: The Scorched EarthThe transition from the heavy, intoxicating intimacy of the master suite to absolute, tactical warfare happened in the space of a single heartbeat."Tonight," Killian repeated, the word dropping from his lips like a physical weight. The deep, rumbling baritone was completely stripped of its bedroom warmth, replaced instantly by the cold, calculating absolute of a syndicate warlord.He didn't panic. None of them did. The apex predators of the financial underworld didn't react to threats; they dismantled them.Killian stood up from the bed, his massive frame radiating a sudden, lethal kinetic energy. He walked into the walk-in closet, emerging seconds later wearing dark tactical trousers and a fitted black shirt. He tossed a heavy, kevlar-lined tactical vest to Jaxon, who caught it effortlessly with one hand.Jaxon’s dark eyes were wide, a terrifying, volatile grin spreading across his face as he racked the slide of his sidearm. "Well, damn. I was hoping I’d get to shoot something this
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Chapter: The Sovereign’s RiteThe words hung in the air of the master suite, a quiet, lethal declaration of war. We will drown them in the vault.Killian’s obsidian eyes darkened to pitch. The absolute, unvarnished devotion in his gaze was staggering. For five years, he had built an empire, hollowed out a syndicate, and orchestrated a multi-billion dollar hostile takeover, all for the singular purpose of putting the woman standing before him on a throne.He didn't speak. He didn't need to. He simply leaned forward and claimed her mouth, pouring every ounce of that five-year obsession into a kiss that tasted of absolute ruin and total salvation.Jaxon let out a low, rough sound that vibrated deep in his massive chest. He caught the pooled crimson silk resting at her waist and pulled it down, dragging the heavy fabric over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Elena stepped out of the ruined dress, wearing nothing but the raw emerald pendant and the faint, fading bruises they had left on her skin the day before
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-07-18
Chapter: The Midnight BroadcastThe flash of the paparazzi’s cameras bounced uselessly off the bulletproof, tinted glass of the armored Maybach as it pulled away from the Plaza.Outside, the freezing rain of the financial district had begun to fall, slicking the black asphalt and blurring the neon lights of the city into streaks of liquid fire. Inside the sprawling, soundproof cabin of the limousine, the atmosphere was thick, heavy, and charged with a staggering, high-voltage adrenaline.Elena sat completely enveloped in the dark. The crimson silk of her gown was pooled around her thighs, the heavy, multi-tiered diamond choker pulling at her collarbone with every breath. She was trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer, illicit velocity of what had just happened.She had just been claimed in front of five hundred of the world's most powerful people.Julian had been forced into a secondary, lower-tier vehicle in the motorcade, physically exiled from his own wife by Jaxon’s silent, lethal glare at the valet stand.K
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The Velvet CageThe Vance Empire Victory Gala was held in the grand ballroom of the Plaza, a sprawling, gilded arena of crystal chandeliers and champagne towers. It was designed to be the ultimate display of corporate invincibility. Five hundred of the city’s most ruthless financial elites, board members, and socialites were in attendance, completely unaware that they were drinking to a dead man.Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the Plaza’s VIP dressing suite, her breath coming in shallow, uneven completely.The gown Jaxon had delivered to her earlier that evening lay against her skin like a physical threat. It was a masterpiece of dark crimson silk—backless, plunging dangerously low in the front, with a thigh-high slit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was not the dress of a conservative, obedient wife. It was the dress of a sovereign who belonged to men who wanted the entire world to know they owned her, without ever saying a word.The heavy suite door opened and c
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The Traitor’s DialThe transition from the feverish, high-voltage heat of the server crypt back to the sterile realities of the penthouse happened in absolute, calculated silence.By midnight, Elena was back in the master suite, her ivory blouse replaced by a simple, long-sleeved black silk nightgown that fell to her ankles, its heavy fabric completely hiding the violent, possessive bruising Jaxon and Rhys had left on her hips. She sat at the vanity, slowly brushing out her dark hair, her eyes fixed on the reflection of the heavy double doors behind her.Down the hall, in the suffocatingly cold north corridor study, Julian Vance was uncoiling from the floor.The three hours he had spent staring at Rhys’s automated financial spreadsheets had driven him to the brink of absolute madness. He knew the arithmetic. He knew that the moment the fourteen-day biometric migration cycle completed, his life expectancy would drop to zero. The Apex Fund didn't need a puppet once the titles were fully transferred to the
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-07-17
Married to Mafia
When Elena Rossi's family shipping empire collapses under crushing debt, she is left with one impossible choice: lose everything—or marry the most feared man controlling the Savona harbor.
Dante Moretti is ruthless, powerful, and accustomed to getting what he wants. His proposal to Elena isn't about love. It's a contract designed to protect his empire and give her family a chance to survive.
They enter a contract marriage as enemies, each determined to protect their own interests.
But the harbor is already a battlefield.
As rival mafia families launch financial attacks, sabotage port operations, expose buried secrets, and threaten everything Elena has left, she discovers that surviving beside Dante requires more than courage. It requires intelligence, independence, and the willingness to fight back.
Dante expects a compliant wife. Instead, he gets an intelligent, decisive woman who can challenge him at the negotiation table—and stand beside him when the guns come out.
What begins as a Hate to Love contract slowly becomes something neither of them planned.
Because in a world ruled by power, betrayal, and blood, the most dangerous thing they can possess isn't the harbor.
It's trust.
Married to Mafia is a fast-paced Dark Romance filled with Drama, Mystery, Finance, Girl Power, Betrayal, and Love After Marriage.
Baca
Chapter: The Hellenic SummitDry Aegean wind whipped across the concrete apron of Pier 1 in Piraeus as Dante Moretti kicked open the reinforced door of the cryogenic telemetry booth. Elena Rossi stepped into the control room beside him, diagnostic tablet ready, while Marco and two tactical guards covered the perimeter catwalks with unhurried precision.Four armed Greek mercenaries in dark tactical vests stood near the central manifold console, their hands freezing in mid-air above their holstered sidearms.Dante stepped forward, his commanding presence filling the concrete chamber with absolute authority."Step away from the control console and drop your weapons on the floor."The lead Greek mercenary hesitated, his hand twitching toward his chest holster.
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Chapter: The Aegean TransitGolden Mediterranean sunlight beat against the marble columns of the rooftop terrace overlooking the Port of Piraeus, casting long shadows across the Saronic Gulf. Below the heights of Kastella, the deepwater docks of Greece's largest port bustled with container freighters, cruise liners, and island ferries. The sharp scent of sea salt, warm pine resin, and diesel exhaust drifted on the dry Aegean breeze.Dante Moretti stood by the stone balustrade, wearing a tailored charcoal linen suit and an open-collared white shirt. His flint-gray eyes tracked two ice-class LNG carriers under the Moretti-Rossi sovereign flag, the Ligurian Zenith and the Ligurian Dawn, moored at the automated deepwater terminal on Pier 1. The morning sun illuminate
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-04
Chapter: The Nordic AccordFreezing wind screamed across the concrete apron of the Malmö bio-fuel depot as Dante Moretti kicked open the heavy iron door of the pump station. Elena Rossi stepped into the control room beside him, diagnostic tablet ready, while Marco and two tactical guards covered the perimeter catwalks.Four armed Swedish security contractors in heavy black parkas stood near the main fuel manifold, their hands freezing in mid-air above their holstered sidearms.Dante stepped forward, his presence filling the concrete chamber with absolute authority."Step away from the manifold valves and drop your weapons on the grating."The lead Swedish contractor hesitated, his hand twitching toward his chest holster."This facility sits under
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-03
Chapter: The Baltic TransitCrisp northern wind swept across the dark waters of Copenhagen Harbor, whipping whitecaps against the granite quays of Langelinie. Beyond the harbor entrance, the colossal steel spans of the Öresund Bridge stretched into the gray horizon toward Sweden, connecting the Baltic Sea with the North Sea shipping lanes. The scent of cold salt spray, cured pine, and diesel exhaust drifted across the private balcony of the Copenhagen Port Authority tower.Dante Moretti stood by the bronze railing of the tenth-floor executive suite, wearing a dark wool coat with a thick cashmere collar. His flint-gray eyes tracked three ice-class container carriers under the Moretti-Rossi sovereign flag navigating the narrow Kattegat channel toward the Great Belt. The morning sun illuminated the scar on his throat as he checked the digital telemetry stream on his wrist communicator."The Baltic Sea moves five hundred million tons of specialized timber, iron ore, and green hydrogen a year. Securing the Öresund co
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Chapter: The Rhine-Alpine CovenantCold North Sea wind whistled through the iron radar masts of the dredging tug Neptune as Dante Moretti kicked open the heavy steel door of the bridge. Elena Rossi stepped into the wheelhouse beside him, diagnostic tablet ready, while Marco and two tactical guards covered the side companionways.The Dutch tug captain and two senior engineers stood near the central helm console, their hands freezing in mid-air above the hydraulic control levers.Dante stepped forward, his presence filling the cramped wheelhouse with absolute authority."Step away from the helm console and place your hands on the chart table."The captain hesitated, his jaw tightening with stubborn resistance.
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-09-18
Chapter: The Rotterdam GambitGray morning mist hung low over the vast industrial expanse of Maasvlakte 2 in the Port of Rotterdam, where towering automated container cranes rose like steel giants against the North Sea sky. Massive ocean carriers from Asia and the Americas lined the deepwater quays, their hulls dwarfing the fleet of diesel tugs and river barges navigating the broad tidal channels. The sharp scent of cold North Sea brine, diesel exhaust, and wet asphalt drifted across the observation deck of the World Port Center.Dante Moretti stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the private executive suite on the thirty-second floor, wearing a dark charcoal wool overcoat over a tailored navy suit. His flint-gray eyes tracked the approach of the Ligurian Titan, the sovereign trust's new two-hundred-thousand-ton flagship, moving at four knots
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-09-17
Tempting Playboy
They say some lines are never meant to be crossed. For Gia, that line had a name: Leo.
Leo is notorious, breathtakingly handsome, and completely off-limits—mostly because he’s her best friend’s older brother. To Leo, Gia has always been just the innocent, quiet girl hiding out in the guest room, completely beneath his notice. She scorns his ruthless playboy lifestyle; he thrives on teasing her until her cheeks burn with fury. Their relationship is nothing but friction and unspoken sparks.
Until one fateful, alcohol-blurred night at a crowded party shifts the axis of their world.
In the dark, the teasing stops, the walls crumble, and a forbidden line is shattered in a night of reckless, intoxicating passion. The next morning, Gia is consumed by suffocating guilt and the terrifying fear of losing her best friend. She wants to forget it ever happened.
But Leo can’t.
Suddenly, the man who used to look past her is looking only at her. He’s no longer ignoring her—he’s relentlessly pursuing her, drawing closer with every shared glance and whispered threat in the hallway. Trapped between a devastating secret and an obsessive, dangerous desire, Gia has to choose: fight the fire consuming them, or surrender to the man who could ruin her life.
Baca
Chapter: The November Smoke-Generator ManifoldThe three-quarter-inch galvanized union nut bind-seized against the brass nipple with a dry, metallic shrieking sound that resonated up the copper coil.Leo stayed on his knees inside the tight timber shed behind the smokehouse, his right boot wedged into the gravel drain ditch to keep from sliding into the mud. The cold November wind was howling out of the north at thirty miles an hour, driving a freezing mixture of sleet and wet river silt straight through the open doorway. Sweat was drying sticky along his neck, his grey wool work shirt stained black with soot and lard grease around the elbows, his forearms corded with strain as he held a sixteen-inch pipe wrench on the lower manifold coupling."Don't force the thread, Leo!" Gia called out, crouching beside the cold-smoke generator box.She wore her dark canvas oilskin jacket over a maroon flannel shirt, her
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-06
Chapter: The October Cider-House FlueThe ten-inch cast-iron cleanout door dropped against the soot-caked granite frame with a short, metallic clink.Gia stayed on her knees inside the narrow ash pit beneath the primary evaporator arch, a heavy steel scraper wedged three inches deep into a hardened crust of creosote and oak ash. The air inside the unheated masonry cider-house was thirty-eight degrees, smelling of cold iron, damp slate, and sour apple pomace. Her dark blue wool work shirt was dusted grey across the sleeves, her canvas trousers caked with damp mortar dust at the knees, her leather work gloves stiffened by the frost blowing down from the ridge."The draft on the lower flue isn't drawing because the liner tiles shifted," Gia called up through the brick archway.Her voice sounded thin, echoed by the narrow stone chimney stack. She
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-05
Chapter: The September Apple-Vault CounterweightThe quarter-inch stranded stainless steel cable jammed inside the cast-bronze pulley housing with a sharp, dry zing that echoed through the stone shaft.Leo stood wedged on the narrow slate ledge of the upper landing, his broad back braced against the dry-stacked granite wall of the subterranean vault entrance. He held the three-hundred-fifty-pound cast-iron counterweight suspended four inches off its wooden shock-block using a three-foot iron pry-bar, his boots wedged against the stone lip. His faded indigo work shirt was soaked through across his shoulder blades, dark sweat dripping from his beard, his forearms corded with muscle as he held the immense deadweight against the lever."The pulley sheaf is cocked two degrees on its axle pin, Leo!" Gia called up from the lower cellar floor.She stood eight fe
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-04
Chapter: The August Cider-Press GudgeonThe three-quarter-inch square key on the primary drive shaft sheared with a dry, sharp ping that rattled inside the cast-iron gear housing.Leo didn't flinch. He kept his broad boots braced against the bottom oak runner of the century-old hydraulic cider press, his bare forearms strained against the six-foot iron lever bar. The humid August heat inside the lower barn bay was thick, ninety-two degrees and heavy with the rich, sweet scent of crushed early apples, wet oak staves, and old machine oil. Sweat ran in clear rivulets through the white stone dust clinging to his chest, soaking the waistband of his dark canvas trousers."The keyway didn't shear from the pressure, Leo!" Gia called out from the upper loading deck.She knelt beside the oak hopper, a short steel drift-pin in her right hand and a brass oil
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-03
Chapter: The July Orchard Gravity FlangeThe eighteen-inch rigid pipe wrench slipped off the dark iron packing nut with a dull, metallic skrrt that sheared a narrow strip of grey lead paint off the riser pipe.Leo didn't curse. He stayed wedged on his side inside the three-foot-wide brick valve pit at the head of the upper orchard, his broad shoulder braced against the damp brickwork. The July afternoon heat was suffocating, ninety-six degrees under the heavy canopy of the old spy apple trees, the air inside the pit thick with the smell of wet silt, dried iron rust, and old mineral grease. His grey wool henley was soaked through across his chest, dark mud clinging to his trousers, sweat dripping steadily from his dark beard onto the brick floorboards."Don't torque the packing gland sideways, Leo," Gia said from the top edge of the pit.She crouched on the grass lip above him, holding a heavy brass pressure gauge in one hand and a bottle of mineral spirit solvent in the other. She wore a faded green canvas work shirt with th
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-10-02
Chapter: The June Hay-Hoist TrolleyThe heavy iron carriage of the eighteen-eighty Louden hay trolley slammed into the rusted rail stop with a sharp, hollow CLANK that sent eighty years of dry pigeon dust cascading down from the ridge rafters."Don't yank the drop rope, Leo!" Gia called up from the hay-loft staging platform twenty feet below.She stood on two joined pine planks laid across the upper collar-ties, holding a three-foot steel socket wrench in her gloved right hand and a tin of dark axle grease in her left. She wore a faded blue chambray shirt with the sleeves rolled above her elbows, dark canvas work trousers dusted with dry timothy chaff, and heavy leather boots anchored against the timber edge. Her dark hair was braided tightly off her neck, her skin flushed from the mid-ninety-degree heat trapped under the high cedar-shingle roof.
Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-09-30
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