Bianca Alyssa

Ich war ein Mädchen aus dem Slum, das sich in Damon Vitale verliebte – den gefürchtetsten Don von New York. Fünf Jahre lang gehörte ich ihm. Neun Kugeln fing ich für ihn ab. Er küsste meine Narben, während ich für ihn verblutete. Hielt mich fest. Legte mir die Königinnenkette um den Hals. Und sobald ich geheilt war, vögelte er mich um den Verstand – mit einer Leidenschaft, die sich anfühlte wie für immer. Ich dachte, wir würden unser Leben miteinander verbringen. Ich dachte, er würde mich heiraten. Doch in unserer 999. gemeinsamen Nacht eröffnete er mir, dass er verlobt sei. Mit Bianca, einer Mafiaprinzessin aus einer Rivalenfamilie. Ich schluckte meine Tränen hinunter. Er packte nur mein Kinn, blies mir Rauch ins Gesicht und lachte. „Du hast doch nicht wirklich geglaubt, du könntest mich heiraten, oder, Nora? Lass uns eines klarstellen: Wir ficken. Das ist alles. Du bist keine Partnerin. Du bist ein Kunstwerk, das ich sammle. Ein Haustier, das mir gehört.“ Ein Haustier. Mehr wollte er nie aus mir machen. Stattdessen griff ich nach einem Wegwerfhandy. [Ich nehme dein Angebot an. Drei Tage. Hol mich verdammt nochmal aus New York raus.]

I was born destined to be fertile. The kind of woman who brings heirs into the world as if it were destiny. My womb had never failed me. The Schuyler family had practically begged me to marry into their family. The reason was simple. For three generations, the Schuyler family had only produced a single heir each time. Their bloodline was hanging by a thread. The patriarch of the family, Albert Schuyler, went everywhere looking for solutions. Doctors, fortune tellers, shamans, anyone who could give him hope. In the end, every prediction pointed to me. After I married Jack Schuyler, my first pregnancy was twins. The entire Schuyler family exploded with joy. Albert donated to every church and fortune teller alike, kneeling in gratitude. Before the babies were even weaned, the Schuyler family business began to thrive. Everyone said that it was the blessing of having noble heirs. Wedding gifts, properties, and company shares. The Schuyler family spared nothing. They treated me like a queen, terrified that I might suffer even the slightest. Until the day I gave birth to my third child. Jack Schuyler's true love, Bianca Chance, barged into the delivery room, screaming at me, "You shameless tramp! You're nothing but a breeding sow! One baby after the other! Are you trying to trap Jack with your womb? You disgusting woman! Jack had said that everything you give birth to will just be burdens sooner or later!" I pressed a hand on my wound and looked at her. Burden? Fine. I would take these so-called burdens with me. As for the Schuyler family's precious bloodline, they had to figure out how to continue it on their own.

Susana Costa amou Nathan Ribeiro em silêncio por cinco longos anos. Por ele, escolheu permanecer em uma cidade que ficava a milhares de quilômetros de sua terra natal, longe de tudo o que conhecia. Quando a noiva de Nathan fugiu, abandonando-o no cerimônia do noivado, foi Susana quem, sem hesitar, deu um passo à frente e aceitou o anel, consciente de que aquele gesto selava um destino doloroso, o de que Nathan jamais a amaria. No dia do casamento, bastou Bianca Santos sussurrar que estava com "dores no coração" para que Nathan abandonasse sua esposa recém-casada, virando as costas e correndo desesperado para os braços de outra mulher. Todos riam de Susana. Riam e diziam que ela era como uma trepadeira parasita, incapaz de sobreviver sem a árvore robusta que era Nathan; zombavam de sua humildade excessiva e de sua insistência cega. Até mesmo Susana, por muito tempo, acreditou nessa mentira. No entanto, qualquer amor, por mais profundo que seja, tem um limite. Ser ignorada, negligenciada e colocada repetidamente em segundo plano drena a alma, gota a gota, até secar. E quando Nathan finalmente decidiu olhar para trás, a garota que um dia usou todo o seu amor para permanecer ao seu lado já havia partido, dissolvendo-se no vento, para nunca mais voltar.

My husband, Cesare Ferrante, the most feared Don of the Ferrante family, had always hated children. Yet everything changed the moment my stepsister, Bianca Moretti, moved in next door with her six-month-old baby. Suddenly, my husband became obsessed with that child. He personally fed the baby formula, sang lullabies, and carried the baby everywhere he went. Every day, he came home exhausted at dawn, yet his face glowed with joy, as if that baby occupied his entire soul. I became invisible to him. Three days ago, someone forced my car off the road, and I crashed into the median. Blood streamed down my forehead, and my vision swam. I called Cesare 55 times. He did not answer a single call. Instead, he posted a photo of the baby on his social media. [My little angel smiled today!] I had had enough. Tonight at the family banquet, every member of the famiglia was seated around the table. I raised my final toast, then set down my glass. "I want a divorce." They all froze. "Are you insane?" My parents' voices rose in unison. Cesare grabbed my wrist, disbelief written across his face. "Giulia, you want to divorce me just because I was busy taking care of the baby and didn't answer your calls? You're actually jealous of a six-month-old child?" I did not meet his eyes. Instead, I stared at the glaring kiss mark behind his ear. "Since you love that child so much," I said calmly, "I'll make it easy for you. Go be that child's father."

"I told you five years ago, Richard—your Omega is dead. I’m just the man paid to keep your father’s heart beating. Don’t confuse a business contract with a deathbed confession." Five years ago, Joshua Harrington was the "discarded runt" of the Harrington Pack. On a rain-slicked highway, his Alpha husband, Richard, made a choice: he saved his "fated mate," Bianca, and left a pregnant Joshua to plummet over a cliffside. The world mourned the weak Omega. The Pack moved on. Richard lived with a hollow chest and a "fated bond" that felt more like a cage than a blessing. But ghosts don't always stay buried. When the Harrington Patriarch is struck by a lethal silver-poisoning, only one surgeon in the world can perform the impossible: Dr. J, a cold, clinical genius who smells of sterile steel and holds the life of the Harrington lineage in his hands. When Dr. J walks into the boardroom, Richard’s wolf howls in recognition. But the man standing there isn't the submissive boy who used to wait up for him. Joshua is icy, powerful, and utterly indifferent to Richard’s Alpha command. He has a secret in the city—a son with Richard’s eyes and a "Silver-Rank" aura that could topple the Pack’s entire hierarchy. Richard wants his husband back. Joshua wants a divorce settlement. As the truth about the "fated mate" bond begins to unravel, Richard realizes he didn't just lose a spouse—he betrayed the True Blood heir. Now, the CEO Alpha must become a beggar, chasing a man who no longer needs him, in a world where a scalpel is deadlier than a claw. He left him to die. Now, he’ll have to learn how to live for him.

They say a wedding dress is a promise of forever. Mine was a shroud for the girl I used to be. I was sold to a monster to pay for my father’s sins. I expected to spend my wedding night praying for a quick death at the hands of Don Moretti. Instead, I got a bloodbath. Before the first glass of champagne could shatter, the doors were kicked open by the city’s most terrifying nightmare: Dante "The Butcher" Vane. He didn't come to save me. He came to collect. By the time the sun rose, my husband was a corpse, my family home was in ashes, and I was draped across the lap of the man who had been stalking me from the shadows for years. "Your father didn't just owe the Don, Bianca," he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of my throat with lethal tenderness. "He owed me. And I’ve decided you’re the only currency I’ll accept." Now, I am a prisoner in his fortress—a gilded cage where the line between fear and desire is blurred by every dark touch. Dante is a tyrant, a red flag wrapped in Italian silk, and a man who claims to be my protector while keeping me in chains. But as the secrets of our shared past begin to bleed out, I realize the "Butcher" has a weakness. He doesn't just want my body; he wants my soul. He thinks he’s breaking me. He doesn't realize that in the silence of my mourning, I’ve stopped being the victim. I’m learning his triggers. I’m studying his scars. And once I make the King of the Underworld fall for the widow he created... I won't just take my freedom. I’ll take his empire.

Three years ago, Venessa's husband, Marcus, married her to take revenge on his rich brother, Oren Weiss, who had an obsessive crush on Venessa. Now three years later, Venessa is stuck with a deadbeat husband and she just discovered that he is on a romantic vacation with another woman after she borrowed a substantial loan to fund his dying business. Deeply heartbroken and in desperate need for emotional support, she calls her best friend, Bianca, who suggests to meet her at the city's most luxurious bar. As Venessa waits for her friend inside the expensive bar reserved for elite rich, she finds herself in the company of an incredibly charming and most handsome stranger her eyes has ever gazed at. Oren Weiss also seems to treat her better than any man ever has. Drunk and eager to rid herself of the heart wrenching stress, she ends up having a night of passion with the irresistibly gorgeous man. A week later, Venessa realizes that she is pregnant with the strangers child. She decides to keep it a secret and escorts her husband to his family's reunion. She is utterly shocked to see the dazzlingly handsome stranger met at the bar, Oren Weiss, among the members of Wessington family. Turns out that her one-night-stand is her husband's filthy rich mafia brother, who inherited his father's entire fortune and wisely multiplied it through strategic dealings. Oren Weiss has returned to the city more powerful than ever before. He has had fantasies about Venessa, the girl he desired since childhood, every night and day of his life. He has returned to reclaim her from his envious brother, and he will use every twisted, ruthless and stupefying means to end the crumbling marriage and take the woman he has always wanted.

Arielle Sarmiento was supposed to marry her long-time boyfriend, Lucas De Leon, but he didn’t show up on their wedding day. And the most painful part? She caught him in bed with her best friend, Bianca Yllana. Walang ibang nagawa si Arielle kundi magpakalasing sa bar. Doon niya nakilala ang isang lalaking estranghero. Silas Ferrell. Siya mismo ang nagyaya ng one-night stand dahil gusto niyang makaganti at gusto niyang makalimot. Silas didn’t hold back. They shared a night of heat, desire, and reckless abandon. That night, she gave him everything... pati ang pagkabirhen niya. Kinabukasan ay umalis siya sa condo ni Silas nang walang paalam. Pero pagpasok niya sa bago niyang trabaho, isang gulat ang bumungad sa kanya. Ang lalaking naka-one-night stand niya ay ang boss niya—si Silas Ferrell. Sa parehong araw, dumaing ang mundo niya. Ang ama niya ay na-diagnose ng congestive heart failure, at kailangan ng emergency surgery. Malaking halaga ang kailangang ilaan. Agad. Doon siya inalok ni Silas ng sampung milyong piso, kapalit ng kasal. Tinanggap niya ang alok dahil kailangan niya ng pera. Pumirma siya sa kontrata nang hindi binabasa. Ikinasal sila sa huwes. Pero nang mabasa niya ang kontrata sa bandang huli, natigilan siya. Walong buwang pagsasama bilang mag-asawa. May walong buwan din siyang obligasyon sa kama. Pero paano kung may mabuo sa pagitan nila? Paano kung mabuntis siya? Tatanggapin ba ni Silas ang bata, kung simula’t simula pa lang ay katawan lang niya ang habol nito, at malinaw sa kontrata na hindi siya puwedeng mabuntis?

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

Ich war im achten Monat schwanger und begleitete meinen Mann, Don Massimo, zu einer Wohltätigkeitsgala, als uns eine rivalisierende Familie angriff. Die Menge geriet in Panik. Jemand stieß mich brutal zu Boden. Überall war Blut. Massimo verlor völlig die Kontrolle. Er schrie nach Ärzten und wollte mit aller Macht unser Baby retten. Doch als ich wieder zu mir kam, waren sie weg. Beide. Mein Baby und Massimo. Ich erinnerte mich noch an die Schüsse. Daran, wie Massimo mich mit seinem Körper geschützt hatte. Eine eisige Ahnung kroch in mir hoch. Ich setzte mich mit letzter Kraft in einen Rollstuhl und fuhr den Flur entlang. Dann hörte ich Stimmen. Massimo. Und den Arzt. „Boss, es tut mir leid. Wir haben alles versucht. Das Baby ... hat nicht überlebt.“ Tränen liefen mir übers Gesicht. Sie hatten mein Baby getötet. Diese rivalisierende Familie hatte mein Baby getötet. Doch seine nächsten Worte rissen mir den Boden unter den Füßen weg. „Es gab nur ein Ärzteteam. Ich musste mich entscheiden. Bianca ... sie hat auch mein Kind getragen.“ Massimo seufzte leise und gab dann seinen Befehl. „Niemand sagt Arabella etwas. Sie wird Biancas Sohn wie ihren eigenen großziehen. Er wird mein einziger Erbe sein.“ Ich presste mir die Hand auf den Mund. Tränen verschwammen mir die Sicht, als ich mich umdrehte und wegging. Der Mann, den ich geliebt hatte, war eine Lüge. Schön. Wenn er Krieg wollte, dann sollte er ihn bekommen.