Chicago Pd Fanfiction Jay

They caught my fiancé with my sister on the night of our engagement party. Tangled in a private wine cellar. My family name was dragged through the mud. We became the laughingstock of the Chicago Outfit. Then came Don Lorenzo Falcone. He proposed in front of all the Families, saving my honor and forging a more powerful alliance. For four years, he put me on a pedestal. But an old injury left him unable to father an heir. This year, through the family’s private doctor, I finally got pregnant. After that, his devotion became absolute. I thought this powerful man was my savior. My only protector. Until I heard him talking to his right-hand man. “Boss, Arabella worships you. How could you do it? You had the doctor switch the vials, made Arabella the surrogate for the Moretti heir. Just 'cause Isabella couldn't handle the pain? The kid’s due in two months. What’s the plan?” He was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was ice. “When the child is born, it goes to Isabella. It's the only thing that guarantees her future with the Morettis.” “And Arabella?” “I’ll tell her the baby didn’t make it.” “She’ll still be Mrs. Falcone. She’ll have everything she could ever want.” So that was it. My great protector. All of it… for another woman. This tainted bloodline? I don’t want it in me. And this sham of a marriage? I’m done.

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.

The demons of Hell and the werewolves of Earth have battled for eons, vying for the power to rule the the world. Fallon, self-proclaimed queen of demons, refuses to bow to the wolves, staking her claim in the city of Chicago. Her demons, will hunt every werewolf into extinction under her reign. Liam Rowlyn, Beta of the Chicago Wolf Pack, has led the charge against demons since before he even knew how to fight or defend his family. Demons stole his mate, leaving with him an unrelenting drive to exterminate the soul-sucking demons infiltrating his home of Chicago. When several young wolves are found murdered and left in plain sight in Millennium Park, Liam knows without a doubt it was the demons he's hated all his life. Among the dead is his Alpha's son, a power play that could send his pack into chaos and ruin. He'll come face-to-face with Fallon Taylor, a face much more gorgeous than he ever could have imagined. The murder of his pack members. Where Fallon will play with Liam like a toy, he'll need to rely on her for information, as prominent werewolf families are murdered all over Illinois. He'll put off killing her in the pursuit of justice for his kid. Her game and his determination will merge, their hearts rebelling against nature and history. Will they destroy each other or partake in the most forbidden love of all time?

In my fifth year of marriage to Dominic, I'd become the woman all of Chicago knew as the crazy one — the mental case. Jealousy gnawed at me constantly, and my temper frayed easily, my emotions sharp and unsteady, unravelling more with each passing day. So it only made sense when he slid a divorce agreement across the table. "Vivian's pregnant. A Harrington heir can't be born illegitimate, and Mrs. Harrington can't be a lunatic." "Once she's had the baby, I’ll marry you again, and you'll still be Mrs. Harrington." I was forced to sign my name, then locked away in a private sanatorium a hundred miles from the city. The first year, I waited with desperate hope for him to come take me home. Instead, he handed me an ultrasound report. "Twins — a boy and a girl. Vivian's pregnant again. Just wait a little longer." The second year, he had electric fencing installed around the sanatorium grounds. "Harrington Corp is going public. We can't afford any slip-ups right now." By the fifth year, he simply called to tell me to wait one more year. He must have expected me to scream and lose control the way I always did. But this time, I just nodded calmly. "Alright. However long it takes." After all. I didn't have much time left anyway.

Sou a melhor falsificadora de arte e especialista em inteligência de Chicago. E me apaixonei pelo homem que comandava tudo: Don Vincenzo Russo. Por dez anos, fui o seu segredo, sua arma e sua mulher. Construí o império dele nas sombras. Achei que ganharia um anel. Afinal, todas as noites em que ele estava nesta cidade, ele se enterrava em mim, tomando o seu prazer. Sussurrava que eu era dele, que ninguém mais o fazia sentir tão bem. Mas desta vez, depois que acabou comigo, ele anunciou que iria se casar com a princesa da Bratva russa, Katerina Petrov. Foi aí que eu entendi. Eu não era a mulher dele. Eu era apenas um corpo. Por uma aliança, por ela, ele me sacrificou. Ele me deixou para morrer. Então destruí cada pedaço da vida que ele me deu. Fiz uma ligação para o meu pai, na Itália. E depois… desapareci. Mas quando o Don que dominava Chicago não conseguiu encontrar o seu brinquedo favorito… ele enlouqueceu.

Kahit pagkatapos makaranas ng dalawang buhay, hindi pa rin magawang tunawin ni Rose ang yelong puso ni Jay Ares. Durog ang puso, napagdesisyunan niyang mabuhay nang nagpapanggap bilang isang tanga. Dahil dito ay nagawa niyang lokohin si Ares at nakatakas kasama ang dalawa nilang anak. Ito ay lubos na kinagalit ni Ginoong Ares, at ang lahat ng tao sa paligid nila ay sigurado na ito ay ang magsisilbing sanhi ng kamatayan ni Rose. Gayunpaman, sa sumunod na araw, ang dakilang si Ginoong Ares ay makikitang nakaluhod sa isang tuhok sa gitna ng daan, sinusuyo ang makulit na babae, “Pakiusap ay maging mabuti ka at umuwi kasama ko!” “Sasama ako kapag pumayag ka sa mga kundisyon ko!” “Sabihin mo!” “Hindi ka maaaring kawawain ako, magsinungaling sa akin, at lalong-lalo na ang ipakita ang hindi mo natutuwang mukha sa akin. Dapat ay palagi mo akong tinuturing bilang ang pinakamagandang tao sa mundo, at dapat ay nakangiti ka sa tuwing pumapasok ako sa isip mo…” “Sige!” Natuliro ang mga saksi dahil dito! Ito ba ang sinasabi nilang mayroong panangga sa lahat ng bagay? Si Ginoong Ares ay tila nababaliw na, ang taong kaniyang nilikha ay nautakan siya. Dahil hindi niya ito magawang disiplinahin, ibibigay na lamang niya ang lahat ng kaniyang gusto!

The contractions were ripping me in two. My vision was going dark. My husband, Don Vittorio, the man who ruled Chicago, squeezed my hand. His dark eyes burned with love. "Just a little longer, mia cara. You'll meet our baby soon." Sweat poured down my face. I still found the strength to smile for him. Then a nurse walked in. She held a syringe. I thought it was to stop the pain. But Vittorio’s hand fell away. He took a single step back. The needle sank into my arm. I heard Vittorio’s voice. It was cold steel. "Dose her carefully. She holds on until midnight. Not a minute sooner. Not until after Ornella delivers." And then I knew. He thought I married him for the money. He was stopping my labor. All for a sick Falcone family rule: the first son born is the next heir. Pain tore through me. I reached for him. Tears streamed down my face. I begged him to stop. He bit his lip. His voice was pure ice. "My brother is dead. Ornella carries his only heir. You will do as you are told. You and your child will not steal his birthright." The drug hit my veins. The violent squeeze in my belly, like some invisible hand, just… stopped.

I was the odd one out in the Chicago mob. Other men's women spent their time fighting for affection, clawing for power, watching out for the homewreckers. Not me. I spent mine cleaning up after my boyfriend, Don Vincent Maro. His political rivals — I squared away. His brother's messes — I handled overnight. The women he kept on the side — I dealt with personally. Last month it got worse. He asked me to go chase off a man who'd been hanging around Sofia, his new girl. Sofia pouted. "Elena really can do everything." Vincent said, "That's why I keep her around." Sofia asked, "Won't Elena be upset?" Vincent paused. "Her? She's used to it." Seven years. No title in the Maro family. No public acknowledgment. Just one function — fixing things. This time, I was tired. I slid the last stack of documents across to Vincent. He signed them one after another without looking up. When he was done, he asked: Anything else? I said: No. It's all handled. What he didn't know was that at the bottom of that stack was the document terminating every identity I held inside the Maro family. The moment his pen touched that page, I no longer belonged to the Maros. And I no longer belonged to him.

The first day I return to the country, my future mother-in-law, Sophia Damer, smacks a check against my face and says, "Here's five million dollars. Leave my son alone. The Simpsons cannot accept a gold-digging nobody like you!" Before I can even explain myself, the young woman in a white dress hiding behind her says, "Please don't do this, Sophia. If this young lady treats Jay well enough, I don't mind caring for him with her, too." I chuckle. So, Sophia and Crystal Richmond, my half-sister, think that I'm the evil mistress who tried stealing her man away from her, when Jayson Simpson was my boyfriend the entire time. And yet, Crystal still thinks that she's the legitimate one instead. However, seeing that Crystal still doesn't know who I really am, I pick up the check without even looking at it and stuff it into her V-neck dress. "Nice acting. Here's your reward." Then, I take out a black card and fling it onto the table. "Here's ten million dollars, lady. Tell your son to stay away from me and stop bothering me. I find him disgusting! "Oh, and by the way," I say, pointing at Crystal, who is still being shielded behind Sophia's body. "Might I remind you that this young woman you're protecting is just the bastard kid my dad brought home last year. "If you're thinking of using her to get close to the Richmonds, I'm afraid that you're barking up the wrong tree!"

"Please turn the lamp off, Maximilian. You do not want to see my stomach under this bright light," I whispered, pulling the heavy blanket over my chest. "I am never turning the lamps off again, Alexandra," Maximilian replied. He gently pulled the blanket out of my hands and tossed it aside. "Your ex-boyfriend was a blind fool. I want to look at every single inch of you. I am absolutely obsessed with your full hips, your thick thighs, and your soft stomach." For two years, data intern Alexandra Petrov believed her boyfriend turned the bedroom lights off because he was traditional. On the night of their second anniversary, she discovers the devastating truth. She finds him fully naked in their brightly lit apartment with her painfully thin older sister. He explicitly confesses that he only demands darkness because he is completely disgusted by Alexandra's heavy, curvy body. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alexandra runs into the freezing Chicago rain and directly crosses paths with Maximilian Volkov. He is the ruthless billionaire CEO of Volkov Industries, and he is secretly her ultimate boss. Maximilian is instantly captivated by her gorgeous face and her plump figure. He moves her into his highly secure penthouse and establishes a strict physical rule. There will be absolutely no hiding in his home. Maximilian will use his massive wealth to ruin the people who destroyed her self-esteem, and he will spend every single night worshipping her beautiful curves with all the bedroom lamps blazing brightly.