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For one year, I believed Matteo De Luca had truly fallen in love with me. Our marriage began as an alliance, but he held me every night, kissed me before council meetings, and fastened the De Luca Donna brooch at my throat as if I already belonged beside him. Then his first love, Vanessa Ashford, came back. Within days, our official ceremony was postponed, her access was added to the Donna wing, and Matteo stopped wearing the family signet he once used to claim me in public. He said it was council business. But council business did not leave amber perfume on his skin. It did not sit beside him on a private jet to Palm Beach. And it certainly did not smile from the Donna’s chair while his friends watched me lose my place. The final humiliation came at a private dinner, when someone asked whether I was Matteo’s wife. He looked at me, then said calmly, “Elena and I have an arrangement.” That night, I stopped waiting to be chosen. Matteo could keep his first love, his title, and the home he let her enter. I packed my passport, my Florence contract, and the prenatal report he had never seen. Then I left New York with his child.

Elena Voss, the heiress to the world's largest media conglomerate, steps out of a private jet looking unassuming but is instantly mobbed by paparazzi. "Ms. Voss, what ended your four-year marriage to Mr. Black?" She flashes a confident smile. "Time to claim my trillion-dollar empire." "And the whispers of you seeing multiple suitors?" Before she can reply, a deep voice cuts in from the crowd. "All lies." Damian Black emerges, eyes locked on her. "I've got a fortune too, Elena. Why not take mine instead?"

Lydia Zander had once been the quiet, obedient wife—trapped in a cold, loveless marriage with Clinton, a man who only married her to honor his grandfather’s dying wish. She loved him deeply, blindly, but that love was repaid with cruelty—not just from Clinton, but from his entire family. For years, she endured their scorn in silence… until the day Clinton coldly handed her divorce papers. What no one knew—not her husband, not his family—was that Lydia Zander was no ordinary woman. They thought she was a nobody, a girl from the slums who should be grateful for scraps. They were dead wrong. When Clinton cast her aside to make room for his mistress, Kelly, he expected Lydia to return —broken, begging on her knees, desperate for his attention. She did return. But not the way he imagined. She came back draped in power —no longer the timid wife they once belittled, but a force they never saw coming. Lydia Zander, it turned out, was the secret daughter of the nation’s president… and the largest shareholder in Clinton’s very own company. The tables didn’t just turn—they flipped violently. And who was the one on his knees now? Yes, you guessed it right. Clinton! But this time, Lydia held the power—and she wasn’t interested in mercy. Want to know what she did next? Keep reading. The real game has just begun.

Everyone deserves a second chance at happiness... even a killer. Serendipity Fizzlestitch wants nothing more than to be left alone. In a small cabin a stone's throw from the house where her sisters and mother breathed their last, Serendipity toils away, making the dolls her late father was working on when he disappeared beneath the ocean waves. Serendipity is content to spend the rest of her existence here, trying to atone for the mistakes of her past by creating the dolls that bring joy to so many others. When a mysterious letter arrives in her fireplace, an unusual stranger shows up at her door, and her favorite mouse friend goes missing, Serendipity is forced to face the outside world--and the ghosts from her past. Will she accept the opportunity to join the most famous toymaker of all time, or will her guilt prevent her from finding the happiness everyone deserves? The Doll Maker's Daughter at Christmas is a whimsical romantic fantasy that proves everyone deserves a second chance, no matter how horrific our past. Perfect for Christmas, or any time of year, The Doll Maker's Daughter at Christmas will bring back the magic we can only find when we truly believe.

My father died in the line of duty during a confidential assignment and received the highest national honor. I retrieved his ashes and escorted him home for burial. As soon as I reached the entrance of the residential area, I collided with a woman. The urn fell to the ground and injured her dog. In the next second, her palm struck my face. “You lunatic, you killed my dog! Can you afford to pay with your worthless life? Hand over the urn while kneeling so my dog can rest in peace!” I stood there in shock. Her dog had run into me without a leash, yet she tried to blame me. “There are security cameras here. Call the police if there is no other way. The box holds my father’s ashes. Watch your mouth.” The woman laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke. “He is a nobody. My dog was flown in from France. Can you afford to compensate me? If you know what is good for you, hand over the urn. My hubby is Ethan Stanford, the heir to Stanford Group. Can you afford to offend me?” I froze. I had no idea my husband had another wife.

The most reckless thing I had ever done was turn my back on the Moretti name and leave St. Clair Harbor with Lucian DeLuca when the Commission pushed his family out and he had nothing left. For three years, we lived in a drafty Brooklyn loft and ducked black Chevrolets on winter nights. Then Lucian fought his way back to the East Coast table. Everyone started calling him Mr. DeLuca again,and I became Mrs. DeLuca, the woman he swore he would always protect. Then Clara Voss appeared. She had once saved his life as a night nurse at an underground clinic, and Lucian never forgot it. He bought her a clinic, protected her family, and let her step, inch by inch, into the middle of our marriage. He said he still loved me, but he also said I was spoiled, jealous, and needed to learn my place. So I did. I signed the divorce papers and left New York behind. Mrs. DeLuca was dead. Evelyn Moretti had come back.