Attack On Titan Marco Bodt

Since I was a kid, my parents drilled it in—you're gonna be a Corleone girl, Giovanni Corleone's property. "This is just an alliance. Don't expect anything more." That's what he said on our wedding night. So I played the part—quiet, polished, dutiful. Then year three hit, and suddenly Giovanni couldn't keep his hands off me. Every night, something new. I thought maybe—finally—he felt the same way I had all along. Then I caught him kissing his stepmom. Funny. Just the night before, he told me kissing me made him sick. "I've been practicing with her—for your sake." So yeah. All that heat? Just rehearsal for her. So I ran. Took back my life—and our unborn daughter. The Don lost his mind looking for me. Begged me to come back—with the kid. But I would not stop for him anymore. I turned and walked straight toward the stage that was always mine.

My anxiety spiked during our wedding photoshoot. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest. My fiancé, Caius—the Falcone family heir—was helping his adoptive sister, Fiorella, try on my wedding dress. He didn't even spare me a glance. He was on one knee, focused on adjusting the lace on Fiorella’s hem. Before we’d even left the shop, Fiorella posted a selfie in the dress. She was all smiles, my fiancé standing beside her, posed like her groom. Calmly, I pulled out my phone. I sent a message to a painter I keep on retainer. "A royal portrait. The two of them. Old-world style. Use the cheapest materials you can find. I want the frame dripping with fake diamonds. Make it look like trash." I'll have it sent to Fiorella. A wedding present. The note will be simple. "A work of art as priceless as your bond. Best wishes on your wedding."

Gideon Gray deliberately failed to arrive on time on the day of our bonding ceremony, all so that he could defend my adoptive sister. Dusk had already fallen when he finally had his Beta relay a message to me. "If you hadn't stolen Selene's necklace, she wouldn't have been upset all day. Consider this a lesson. If you don't apologize to Selene, the bonding ceremony isn't happening." Just like that, I became the laughingstock of the entire pack. Even my own brother took Selene's side. "Maybe Gideon defending her is a good thing. It'll teach you to fix that attitude of yours." I turned and walked away. Since I could not rely on my mate or my brother, I would claim the Alpha Female position myself.

My mother sent me to Chicago to marry Marco Ricci. A power move. One meant to cement our family’s control of the city. After all, my grandfather was the one who put the Riccis on the map. They owed us. They were supposed to treat me like royalty. I went to the fanciest jeweler in Chicago to buy my fiancé a gift. But some broad snatched it right from me. Before I could move, the store manager was fawning all over her. “Miss Bianca! A gift from Mr. Ricci? It’s perfect on you!” Marco? My fiancé? So this was his whore. She slid the sapphire ring onto her finger and shot me a look of disgust. “Who the hell do you think you are, bitch? Trying to take what’s mine?” I didn't even look at her. I just called Marco. "Your whore has something of mine. You have three minutes. Get down to the jeweler and handle her."

Veronica est amoureuse de Marco depuis cinq ans. Mais il ne l’a jamais vu que comme une amie, une bonne amie. Puisqu’ils ont grandi ensemble, elle connait en détails sa vie sentimentale et ses projets. Leur proximité s’est agrandie depuis le départ de Jules à l’étranger pour reprendre l’entreprise de sa famille. Veronica savait que Marco aimait beaucoup sa petite-amie actuelle, Julia. Ainsi, elle n’a pas hésité une seconde à l’aider de toutes les manières quand cette dernière tombe dans le coma à la suite d’un accident de voiture. Mais la vie ne sera pas rose pour elle, parce que le coupable qu’ils trouvent est elle-même. Cela va mettre de la distance entre eux pendant un temps.

Elena, seorang wanita cerdas menjadi bodoh setelah bertahun-tahun terjebak dalam cinta sepihak bersama dengan suaminya. Dia meninggalkan dunia cemerlangnya sebagai seorang nona muda kaya hanya untuk mengejar cinta dari suaminya, Marco Sebastian. Di malam hari jadi pernikahannya, Elena datang ke kantor sang suami untuk memberi kejutan. Namun siapa yang sangka jika di malam itu bukan suaminya yang terkejut, namun dia yang mendapatkan kejutan hebat. "Setelah hari-hari yang aku habiskan untuk mengejarmu, ternyata ini yang kau lakukan di belakangku! Kau bilang wanita itu hanya sekretarismu, tapi ternyata wanita ini tidak lebih dari seorang pelacur untuk menyenangkanmu! Aku membencimu, Marco!" teriak Elena penuh kemarahan, menatap suaminya dengan pandangan penuh kebencian, sebelum akhirnya berlari meninggalkan suaminya yang tertegun, dengan kue anniversary yang hancur berserakan di lantai. Elena berlari tanpa arah, didorong oleh rasa frustrasi dan sakit hati yang mendalam. Pikirannya yang kosong membawanya pada pemikiran untuk menabrakkan diri ke mobil yang melintas di jalan, sebagai cara untuk mengakhiri semua kekacauan dan rasa sakit yang dia rasakan dalam hidupnya. "Aku tidak ingin mencintaimu lagi, Marco!" lirih Elena menangis, sebelum tubuhnya terpental keras di atas jalanan aspal, dengan darah yang mengalir setelah dirinya tertabrak oleh mobil.

“The Rossellinis are to the Mahonnas what the Montagues are to the Capulets, sworn enemies bound by years of feud that fuels hatred and bitter rivalry. In summary, the man standing beside me, the man who I just said my vows to, is my father’s archenemy.” *** When Marco Rossellini, a ruthless Mafia boss, feared and respected in the underground world kidnaps Vienna’s husband-to-be on her wedding day, and forces her to marry him as an act of revenge against her father, she is trapped under the painful existence of being married to a man as cold as ice. As they navigate through the stormy waters of hate and the treacherous landscape of mafia politics, Vienna is torn between loyalty to her father and the growing feelings for the man who married her as an act of revenge. But can she trust Marco, or will his vendetta against her family shatter her into a thousand broken pieces beyond repair? *** All his life, Marco has only wanted one thing - vengeance against the man who wronged his family. What better way to get back at Daniello Mahonnas than taking away his most prized treasure, right underneath his nose in one calculated move? Marriage to the beautiful Vienna was supposed to be an act of revenge, a genius move that will bring the Mahonnas down on their knees, pleading for his mercy. But with every banter, with every smile she sends his way, every heated kiss and stolen passion, she chips away at his icy exterior, leaving him bare, vulnerable and worst – in love. Will he be able to move past his vendetta and love her the way his heart wants or will those eyes staring back at him remind him more of his past than he ever wanted?

BEHIND THE BROKEN MARRIAGE Si Alyssa Reyes-Delgado, isang matagumpay na obstetrician at mapagmahal na asawa, ay pilit binubuo ang mga piraso ng matagal nang nagkakabitak na relasyon nila ng kanyang asawa, si Marco Delgado. Lumaki silang magkasama, pinanday ng panahon ang kanilang pagmamahalan, ngunit sa paglipas ng mga taon, unti-unting nawala ang init sa kanilang samahan. Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, muling bumalik sa kanilang buhay si Samantha Cruz, ang dating kasintahan ni Marco at ang unang babaeng nagpatibok ng kanyang puso. Ngayo’y isa nang sikat na aktres, si Samantha ay determinado na muling makuha si Marco, hindi alintana ang damdamin ni Alyssa. Habang pilit nilalabanan ni Alyssa ang sakit ng pagtataksil at muling pagbuhay ng nakaraan, isang taong di niya inaasahang magiging sandigan ang kusang lumapit—si Dr. Lucas Reyes, isang kapwa manggagamot na may tahimik ngunit malalim na pagmamalasakit sa kanya. Ngunit sa gitna ng masalimuot na damdamin at mga lihim na bumabalot sa kanilang kasaysayan, mapapanatili kaya ni Alyssa ang kanyang pamilya? O sa huli, mas pipiliin niyang buuin ang kanyang sarili kaysa magpatuloy sa isang pagmamahalang durog na? Sa pagitan ng pag-ibig, pagtataksil, at pagpapatawad, mahahanap kaya nila ang daan tungo sa muling pagkakabuo? O ang kanilang kasaysayan ay mananatiling isang alaala lamang sa likod ng wasak na pagmamahalan?

"I am yours, Scarlett," he cut me off and my words got caught in my throat. "I belong to you. My body is yours. My soul is yours. . ." I blinked slowly as I stared up at him with wide eyes. What was this man talking about? I wanted to refuse it, to push it aside as just mere talk but his golden eyes were blazing into mine. There was so much determination in his voice that I just had to believe him. "You can see me naked whenever you want. You can touch me whenever you want," he whispered. —------------------- Right from the day my mother brought me into the world, she hated me as if I was the devil’s spawn itself. She abused me every chance she got and made me hate myself. Things only got worse when she forced me to take my sister’s place– her precious daughter– and marry a total pervert– Marco Bianchi, as it was my family’s way of upholding our allegiance with the Bianchi Family. It was either I married him or she cut off my medical bills and leave me for dead. I had no choice but to accept and was going to marry Marco until I met him– Viktor Marcelli– the most feared ruthless Mafia Leader who had a heart as dark as his past. He waltzed into my wedding, shattered my world and offered me a choice: Go ahead and Marry Marco, the pervert and monster I knew, or take my chance with him– a total stranger who could either become my savior or destroy what was left of my soul…

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.