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The Mafia Princess Mistaken for a Cleaner

The Mafia Princess Mistaken for a Cleaner

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”
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After Prison I’m Done Playing Second

After Prison I’m Done Playing Second

My husband, Don Reginald, and my parents threw me in prison on the very night I gave him his heir. All because my sister, Felicia, set me up. She claimed I gave her a wild horse at the family races—a horse she knew she couldn't handle. It went crazy. It trampled a senator to death. With the FBI breathing down our necks, the whole family made me take the fall. Three years. Reginald didn't care that I'd just had our son. He pushed me. Over and over. "It was your horse. If you hadn't given it to her, the Feds wouldn't be after Felicia. Just do the time. When you get out, you'll still be my Donna." Three years later, I came back. Nothing had changed. They still chose her. Even the son I bled for now calls Felicia "Mama." He looks right through me, his own mother. I didn't fight. Not like the old me. I just walked away. But when I finally vanished for good, Reginald lost his mind. He tore the world apart, begging me to come back. To be his Donna again.
Short Story · Mafia
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No quieren soltarme

No quieren soltarme

Cumplía años y mi esposo, Don Damián, me regaló el collar de perlas de su difunta esposa. Me lo puse para la cena. Mi hijastro, León, enfurecido, me arrojó vino tinto encima. Fui el hazmerreír de toda la fiesta. —¡Maldita! —me dijo entre dientes—. ¿Acaso crees que por ponerte las joyas de mi mamá vas a poder reemplazarla? Me clavó una mirada gélida. Y luego gritó: —¡Lárgate de mi casa! Pero su madre murió cuando él era un bebé. Fui yo quien lo crio. Alguien le metió cizaña. Le dijeron que yo había matado a su madre. Ahora cree que soy una víbora que engatusó a su padre. ¿Y su padre? ¿Mi esposo? Él nunca me vio realmente. Solo veía el fantasma de Cristal. No se me rompió el corazón… ¡se hizo añicos! No me amaron. Ni siquiera me tomaron en cuenta. Así que me fui. Entonces, ¿por qué, cuando por fin me había ido, volvieron de rodillas, suplicándome que volviera?
Short Story · Mafia
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Your Luna’s Final Goodbye

Your Luna’s Final Goodbye

I married Emory, my fated mate. But he never loved me. His first love, Ophelia, was stricken with the Lunar Blight. Her dying wish, she said, was to have a mating ceremony with Emory, to become his Luna. I refused. From that day on, to Emory and our son Leo, I was nothing but a selfish, cruel woman. Leo would intentionally feed me things I was allergic to. He’d pretend to get lost during the winter hunt, leaving me to search for him in a blizzard for a day and a night until I nearly died… It was all to keep me from disturbing Emory and Ophelia. So when he started crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding I go catch him a Silver-Frost Rabbit from the dangerous depths of the forest at night, I finally said no. “You don’t have to keep making me sick anymore,” I told him. “I won’t bother your father and Ophelia again.” Because I’m terminally ill. My wolf is fading. I’m going to die soon.
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Nicht länger die geheime Ehefrau des Dons

Nicht länger die geheime Ehefrau des Dons

Ich heiratete Don Matteo im Geheimen. Jedes Mal, wenn er seine Jugendliebe fickte, versprach er mir eine richtige Hochzeit – vor den Fünf Familien. Fünf Jahre lang gab Matteo mir neunundneunzig Versprechen. Und neunundneunzig Mal ließ er mich vor dem Altar stehen. Beim ersten Mal starb Cecilias preisgekrönte Ausstellungskatze. Um sie zu trösten, verschob er die Hochzeit um drei Monate. Ich stand allein am Altar, die Augen gerötet, und versuchte, die Familienältesten zu beruhigen. Beim zweiten Mal bekam Cecilia in einem Casino einen Wutanfall und zerschlug eine antike Vase im Wert von hundert Millionen Dollar. Er leitete den Privatjet, der für unsere Hochzeit vorgesehen war, um und flog noch in derselben Nacht los, um ihr Chaos zu beseitigen. Und jedes Mal, kurz vor unserer Hochzeit, hatte seine Jugendliebe irgendeinen Notfall. Ich weinte. Ich schrie. Ich hielt ihm sogar eine Waffe an den Kopf. Aber Matteo drückte mich einfach gegen die Wand und brachte mich mit einem kalten, harten Kuss zum Schweigen. „Sie ist nur zum Ficken da. Du bist Frau Falcone. Benimm dich gefälligst.“ Nach dem neunundneunzigsten Mal hatte ich endgültig genug. Ich schob die Papiere über den Tisch. Die Tinte war noch feucht, das Siegel der Familie Falcone prangte am unteren Rand. „Unsere Ehe, unser Bündnis – es ist vorbei.“
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Je ne suis plus la femme secrète du Parrain

Je ne suis plus la femme secrète du Parrain

J'ai épousé le Parrain Matteo en secret. Chaque fois qu'il couchait avec son amour d'enfance, il me promettait un vrai mariage, devant les Cinq Familles. Pendant cinq ans, Matteo m'a fait cette promesse quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois. Et quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois, il m'a abandonnée sur l'autel. La première fois, le chat de concours primé de Cecilia est mort. Pour la consoler, il a reporté le mariage de trois mois. Je suis restée seule sur l'autel, les yeux rouges, essayant de calmer les anciens des familles. La deuxième fois, Cecilia a fait une scène dans un casino et a brisé un vase ancien valant cent millions d'euros. Il a détourné le jet privé prévu pour notre mariage et est parti en urgence pour réparer les dégâts de Cecilia. Et chaque fois, juste avant notre mariage, Cecilia avait une sorte d'urgence. J'ai pleuré. J'ai crié. J'ai même pointé un pistolet sur sa tempe. Mais Matteo me plaquait simplement contre le mur et me faisait taire avec un baiser froid et violent. « Elle n'est qu'une ignorante. Toi, tu es Mme Falcone. Montre un peu de dignité, d'accord ? » Après la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois, j'en ai enfin eu assez. J'ai jeté les papiers sur la table. L'encre était encore humide, le sceau de la famille Falcone apposé en bas. « Notre mariage, notre alliance, c'est fini. »
Short Story · Mafia
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ALPHA AWAKENED

ALPHA AWAKENED

Sera has spent years being no more than a slave-a servant in the pack that slaughtered her family, pack members and stole her as a child. She keeps her head down, makes herself invisible, and survives. Its all she knows how to do until he arrives. Alpha Kade of Ironridge is everything she's been taught to fear: powerful, commanding, dangerous. But when his eyes find hers across the packhouse, something shifts He looks at her .Like she's someone worth saving. The problem? Kade knows exactly what sera is-even if she doesn't. He can smell it, feel it, see it, the undeniable truth: She's his mate But she's not eighteen yet. she cant feel the bond. she doesn't know that she's not the broken omega they've convinced her she is. She's an alpha. Rare, powerful, She is descended from a bloodline everyone thought was destroyed. now Kade has two months to convince her to leave with him to trust him to believe she's more then what they've made her. because when she turns eighteen and her true nature awakens everyone who kept her in chains will come for her, And this time they wont let her escape.
Romance
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Identitas Tersembunyi Suami Kontrakku

Identitas Tersembunyi Suami Kontrakku

Anita tidak mau kalau harta ayahnya jatuh ke saudara tirinya dan ibu tirinya. Syarat untuk bisa memegang saham perusahaan adalah dengan cara menikah. Akhirnya Anita memilih pria random yang dia temui di rumah sakit, laki-laki itu butuh uang karena wajahnya rusak dan terlihat cacat. "Aku akan membiayai biaya rumah sakit, tetapi kamu harus jadi suamiku." Anita menikah dengan orang tersebut, tidak peduli wajahnya yang diperban seperti mumi. Bagi Anita menikah bukan hal penting, asal dia bisa mendapatkan kembali semua harta keluarganya. *** Seorang pria misterius tersenyum puas dengan permintaan gila dari Anita yang mengajak dirinya untuk menikah. Demi menyembunyikan identitasnya, dia menerima tawaran gila dari Anita. "Okeh, kita menikah sayang." Pria misterius itu tersenyum dengan penuh arti, andai dia Anita tahu identitasnya, pasti wanita itu menyesal menikah dengannya. Siapa sebenarnya suami yang dinikahi oleh Anita? Bagaimana nasib Anita setelah tahu siapa suami rahasianya itu? Apakah dia benar-benar akan menyesal?
Romansa
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Sa meute s'effondre sans sa magie

Sa meute s'effondre sans sa magie

Pendant dix ans, j'ai versé mon sang pour mon compagnon destiné, Damian. Je l'ai façonné jusqu'à en faire un Alpha. J'ai bâti sa meute à partir de rien. Mais, à la veille de notre cérémonie de la Lune de Sang, il l'a choisie, elle. Il a fait de sa première amante, Isla — celle qui l'avait abandonné — la Grande Prêtresse. Pas moi. Il pensait que je n'étais qu'une simple renégate douée pour la magie. Il croyait pouvoir puiser ma puissance, me rejeter, et revendiquer Isla comme sa véritable compagne. Mais il a oublié qui je suis. C'est moi qui ai négocié les traités. C'est moi qui ai organisé les échanges. C'est moi qui ai érigé les barrières magiques qui les protégeaient tous. Lui et sa meute ont salué Isla comme leur sauveuse. Ils se sont prosternés à ses pieds. Ils ont voulu se débarrasser de moi. Leur plan ? Me forcer à escorter un démon jusqu'à l'Abîme de l'Exil. Mais il n'a jamais su mon secret. Je ne suis pas une renégate. Je suis la plus jeune fille du Roi des Alphas. Je suis de sang royal. Alors je leur ai donné ce qu'ils voulaient : je suis partie. Et ils n'ont commencé à paniquer que lorsque mes protections se sont effondrées, et que leurs terres ont été envahies.
Short Story · Loup-garou
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The Hidden Identity Of MY Contract Husband

The Hidden Identity Of MY Contract Husband

Anita didn't want her father's wealth to fall into the hands of her half-brother and stepmother. Marriage was the prerequisite for holding company shares. Anita ultimately chose a random man she met at the hospital. He needed money because his face was disfigured and deformed. "I'll pay for the hospital bills, but you have to be my husband." Anita married him, regardless of his bandaged face. Marriage wasn't important to Anita, as long as she could get all her family's wealth back. A mysterious man smiled with satisfaction at Anita's crazy request to marry him. To hide his identity, he accepted her crazy offer. "Okay, let's get married, honey." The mysterious man smiled meaningfully. If he knew her identity, she would surely regret marrying him. Who exactly was Anita's husband? What would happen to Anita after she found out who her secret husband was? Would she truly regret it?
Romance
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