Don T Cross The Line

In my last life, while my father lay on his deathbed, he asked me to choose—inherit his title and become the Don of Vale, or marry my boyfriend, Julian Moreau, and walk away from the family business for good. Becoming the Don meant a lifetime of danger, and likely a political marriage without love. Marrying Julian promised peace. I hesitated. Next morning after the party, I woke up in bed with Julian on my left and my best friend, Sebastian, on my right. I soon found out I was pregnant. With that, I thought the better choice would be marry either Julian or Sebastian—and to give up my right to inherit, handing it to my stepsister. After my father’s funeral, Julian, Vivienne, and Sebastian locked me away and tortured me for days—until my baby and I finally met a tragic end. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day my father asked that question. This time, I didn’t hesitate. “I’ll break up with Julian and become the Don of Vale—on my own.”

When I bring up divorce in front of my husband, Vito Corti, he happens to be toying with a lace thigh strap that's gifted to him by a rising adult film star. Vito, the head of the Corti family as well as the youngest Don in Emaly, orders his Soldato to pick up his new lover tonight. Then, he shoots a languid glance at the divorce agreement on the table. "How big of a tantrum are you throwing this time, my dear Donna?" I reply calmly, "I didn't touch the bank card tied to the private account. I also don't want the estate in Emaly as well as the bulletproof convoy. I have already entrusted the asset management authority to your Consigliere." Vito is stunned for a moment, but he still thinks I'm still throwing a tantrum. "You don't want those assets? Then what do you want? My devotion? Gia, I already told you in the past that you're the woman with the highest position in the family. But it's too boring for a Don to own just one woman." He tries to reach out to feel my cheek, thinking that I'll act the same way as before; that I'll forgive him in a roundabout way after lashing out at him. But I just avoid his hand. I no longer want Vito's devotion to me. Now, I just want to leave him.

Angela becomes Kyle’s hidden pet for saving her grandma. He owns her body until he is bored that. But Angela want to break free from the bound when she finds out he actually has settled the future wife. “He just thought I am the plaything so it’s no sense to mess around.” “We’re over, Kyle.” Angela tells the Kyle with confirmation. “No. Without my permission.” He said coldly. Kyle Alexander is her boss in the day but her master in the night. When Angela tries to break free, Kyle pulls her back, declaring his dominance not just in the office but in her heart. As she fights to escape his control, he refuses to let go: "Employee resigns when her boss isn’t good enough. Last night, didn’t I serve you well enough?" Now trapped between love and power, can Angela reclaim her freedom, or will she surrender to the Kyle who owns her body and soul?

Diselingkuhi membuat Naya memasukkan mantan keparatnya ke dalam buku hitam miliknya. Ia tidak mau bertemu, mendengar nama laki-laki itu. Perasaaannya yang sudah dia tata sedemian rupa, tak ingin ia hancurkan. Namun, Naya mungkin lupa kalau masih ada peluan pertemuan, meski sudah sangat berhati-hati. Bagaimana perasaan Naya ketika bertemu dengan mantan keparatnya? Apakah benar-benar bisa terus tertata rapi, atau malah sebaliknya?

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

Am Vorabend unserer siebzehnten Hochzeitsplanung schwor mir mein Mann, der Mafia-Boss, dass die Zeremonie diesmal ungestört bleiben würde. „Diesmal verspreche ich es dir, Vicky.“ Seine Stimme klang ernst. „Ich habe Klara gesagt, dass sie morgen selbst zurechtkommen muss – selbst wenn der Himmel einstürzt.“ Das Baby in meinem Bauch war bereits im fünften Monat. Lorenz und ich waren seit drei Jahren zusammen, ich war im fünften Monat schwanger, und dennoch hatte nicht eine einzige Hochzeit stattgefunden. Denn zuvor hatte er die Hochzeit bereits sechzehn Mal abgesagt. Jedes einzelne Mal wegen seiner Ziehschwester Klara. Beim ersten Mal behauptete sie, Fieber zu haben. Noch im Brautkleid wartete ich die ganze Nacht mit Lorenz im Krankenhaus – nur um festzustellen, dass sie lediglich eine leichte Erkältung hatte. Beim zweiten Mal klagte sie über Herzprobleme. Lorenz ließ mich stehen und rannte zu ihr. In Wahrheit saß sie gemütlich beim Nachmittagstee mit Freundinnen. Beim dritten Mal sagte sie, sie hätte Angst vor dem Gewitter. Mitten im Ehegelübde ließ er mich allein – vor allen Gästen. Aber diesmal war alles anders. Vor drei Tagen war ein Brief aus Nordmark angekommen. Mein Vater, der Don der Familie Delbrück, hatte persönlich eine Einladung zur Rückkehr geschickt. Wenn Lorenz mich zum siebzehnten Mal wegen Klara im Stich lässt, werde ich für immer verschwinden.

En el quinto aniversario de mi matrimonio con Álvaro Rosales, la tragedia llegó sin aviso: su hermano murió de repente y él tuvo que asumir el papel de Don. Pero la familia impuso una condición cruel… debía tener un hijo con mi cuñada Sara Olmeda para preservar el linaje. Me negué. Álvaro también… o eso creí. Aún recuerdo cómo apretó mi mano y prometió: —Elena, jamás voy a aceptar eso. Solo tú puedes ser la matriarca de la familia Rosales… y nuestro hijo será el único heredero. Pero con los días, algo cambió. Él regresaba cada vez más tarde, consumido por responsabilidades del clan y con un perfume que no era mío. Hasta que un video anónimo lo confirmó todo. Allí estaba él, junto a Sara, en una consulta prenatal. Su mano sobre su vientre… con una ternura que alguna vez fue mía. —Sara… gracias por darme al heredero de la familia Rosales —le dijo. Y en ese instante, mi mundo se rompió. Su promesa ya era ceniza. Así que hice lo único que me quedaba… incendié el hogar que una vez fue nuestro y me fui sin mirar atrás. Después de todo, mi padre —el Don de la familia Velasco— llevaba años esperando mi regreso… y había llegado el momento de reclamar lo que siempre fue mío.

Eu estava casada com Alexander há três anos. Todos temiam sua crueldade, mas ele sempre foi incrivelmente gentil comigo. Mas desde que Elena levou um tiro por ele durante um tiroteio, seis meses atrás, tudo mudou. Ele sempre dizia que ela se machucou salvando-o, então eu precisava ser compreensiva. No baile mais prestigioso da família, meu marido — o Don, Alexander — chegou com sua secretária, Elena, no braço. Preso ao peito dela estava o broche de rubi que simbolizava a posição da Donna da família. — Elena levou um tiro por mim. Ela gostou do broche, então deixei ela pegar emprestado por um tempo. De qualquer forma, você é a única Donna aqui. Tente mostrar alguma classe. Eu não discuti com ele. Apenas tirei minha aliança e puxei os papéis do divórcio: — Já que ela gosta tanto, ela pode ficar com ele. Inclusive com esse lugar ao seu lado. Eu também estou abrindo mão disso. Alexander assinou sem hesitar, um sorriso frio no rosto. — Que tipo de truque manipulador você está tentando agora? Você é uma órfã, separada da família, não vai sobreviver três dias na Sicília. Vou esperar você voltar implorando. Peguei um telefone via satélite criptografado que não usava há três anos. Alexander não sabia que eu era, na verdade, a filha mais nova da família mafiosa mais antiga da Europa. Mas a minha família e a de Alexander sempre foram inimigas. Para me casar com ele, eu tinha mudado de nome e até cortado laços com meu pai e meus irmãos. A ligação foi conectada. Respirei fundo e sussurrei: — Papa, eu me arrependo. Envie alguém para me buscar em duas semanas.

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Because I was a cheapskate, I rented a cheap apartment. The catch? Someone had died in it. The soundproofing of the house was bad, and I could hear my neighbor’s wife moaning every night. But my other neighbor told me that there was no one living in the apartment next to mine.