What Happens To The Traitor In Soma?

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.

Synopsis — Shadows of Loyalty Jhonatan Alinsky spent eighteen years being groomed as heir to a mafia empire—until his second differentiation revealed a truth that shattered everything: he was an Omega. In one night, his own father cast him out into the streets, stripping him of his name, his family, his entire world. Dying and unprotected, Jhonatan stumbled straight into a dark transaction run by Glenmorrin—a cold, dangerous Alpha who ruled the city's underworld. What Jhonatan didn't know: his father owed Glenmorrin a debt, and that night, he had just become the payment he never agreed to. But the plan unravels when his own father's men come to silence him for good—forcing Jhonatan and Glenmorrin to run together, dragged into a world of betrayal and power. In the middle of their escape, Jhonatan's first heat strikes without warning, binding them together in a way neither of them planned. When Jhonatan discovers he's pregnant, his pregnancy becomes more than a secret—it becomes a weapon coveted by Glenmorrin's enemies and the family that once threw him away. Their loyalty is tested again and again, while the shadows of the past close in, threatening to destroy the only thing they've built together. In a world ruled by power and blood, Jhonatan must choose: remain a pawn in someone else's game, or rise and protect the family he just found.

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

BLURB For two years, Suzan Roland Sterling was nothing more than the unwanted wife of New York's most powerful billionaire. Forced into a marriage she never chose, she endured cold indifference, endless humiliation, and a husband who believed every lie told about her. The cruelest part? The only night he ever held her, he whispered another woman's name. So she walked away. Five years later, Suzan is no longer the broken bride he discarded. She is a celebrated pharmaceutical scientist, a devoted single mother, and the brilliant mind behind a medical breakthrough that could save the Sterling empire from the biggest scandal in its history. Draven Alexander Sterling never expected the woman holding the antidote to his family's ruin to be the ex-wife he never truly knew. As they are forced to work side by side, he discovers shocking truths one after another: the little girl who once saved his life... the mysterious woman he fell for behind a masquerade mask... the mother of his daughter... and the woman he has spent years searching for... ...have always been the same person. But some betrayals leave scars that love alone cannot heal. Now Draven must prove that the antidote to his collapsing empire may also be his only chance at redemption, if the woman he destroyed is willing to risk her heart one final time.

***Completed***Desirée (Desi) de Léon lives a double life. Most people know her as the submissive, unshifted researcher for the werewolves, searching for the notorious killer Balric the Betrayer. However, the truth is her wolf is Balric the Betrayer. They're close to completing his revenge, but neither of them counted on the alpha and his twin brother, Desi's mates. Can she finish Balric's revenge, should she?