Echo Star Wars Clone Wars

Di suatu malam, suamiku tiba-tiba mengigau dalam tidurnya. "Anakku sayang, besok Papa akan bawa kamu dan Mama ke rumah baru." Padahal kami selalu pakai pengaman. Jadi, dari mana anak itu muncul? Aku pun membuka ponselnya. Di sana ada riwayat transfer uang ke wanita lain, dihabiskan untuk segala macam kemewahan dan sebuah rumah. Album fotonya penuh dengan gambar wanita itu yang mengenakan pakaian penari telanjang yang minim, dengan perut yang sedikit membuncit. Foto terakhir adalah hasil USG. Sepertinya sudah empat bulan. Aku tidak mengeluarkan suara apa pun. Hanya menyimpan semua buktinya. Sebentar lagi mereka akan belajar, sebesar apa akibat yang akan ditanggung karena mengkhianati seorang putri mafia.

I’m the princess of the Hillrose Family. He’s Blair Falcone, Don of the Falcone Family. A perfect match. We were New York's power couple, the envy of everyone in the underworld. Until three days before our wedding. One minute, we were lost in each other, his body moving inside me, his lips trailing fire across my skin. The next, he calmly announces, "Flora, there's something I have to tell you." "Legally, I already have a wife. The old man married me off to her six years ago. She's the daughter of a man who took a bullet for him." "If you can live with it," he continued, "our marriage is still on. As planned." I stared at him in disbelief. "What about me? What were our six years?" He took a slow drag from his cigar. "I know what this is. So, what's it gonna be?" My hand instinctively went to my stomach. He didn't know. I was going to tell him my happy secret tonight: I was pregnant. But now, I wasn't going to tell him a damn thing.

Cinq ans après mon mariage avec Dante Moretti, le Don de la mafia de Paris, tout le monde savait qu'il m'aimait plus que sa propre vie. Il s'était fait tatouer un violon pour moi, juste à côté de son blason familial, un symbole de loyauté qui ne pouvait jamais être effacé. Jusqu'au jour où j'ai reçu la photo envoyée par sa maîtresse. Une serveuse de bar, nue, vautrée dans ses bras, la peau marquée de sombres ecchymoses laissées par un sexe brutal. Elle avait griffonné son prénom juste à côté du tatouage violon. Et mon mari l'avait laissée faire. « Dante dit que seul le fait d'être en moi lui permet encore de se sentir un homme. Tu n'arrives même plus à le faire bander, pas vrai, chère Alessia ? Peut-être qu'il est temps de t'effacer. » Je n'ai pas répondu. J'ai simplement passé un seul appel. « J'ai besoin d'une nouvelle identité et d'un billet d'avion pour partir. »

I was the princess of the Blood Moon pack, the little sister my Alpha brothers cherished. But that all changed when they brought home Lily, the human girl they adopted. They threw me in the dungeons for three days to “reflect.” My crime? Taking Lily into the forest and “accidentally” letting a rogue wolf attack her. I tried to explain, to tell them I was innocent. But my three brothers just looked at me with disgust and disappointment. “Aren't you just jealous that Lily’s getting our attention? Freya, when did you become so vicious?” Then, without a second thought, they severed our sibling mind link, cutting off my pleas for mercy. What they didn’t know was that the weakening wolfsbane in my cell had been swapped for lethal wolf's venom. Three days later, my oldest brother, Ethan, asked the butler, “Has Freya learned her lesson?” By then, I was already dead. My body was already starting to rot.

Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

Aviena Carrinuevo, a famous celebrity. A star that always shines through the darkest night. The star that everyone likes but what happens when the star started to dim? When her career started to turn upside down because of one scandal, her sister slash manager made her marry the hot billionaire that has the power to control the industry she’s in.

When Zirelle woke up next to a half-naked stranger in a room dripping with luxury, she had no memory of how she got there—just a surge of panic in her chest and a towel wrapped around her body. The room was too pristine, too extravagant, and far too distant from the broken, desolate life she knew. Her first instinct? Run. But not before stealing his gold, his wallet… and the mysterious silver necklace hanging around his neck. She thought she was escaping to safety, back to the familiar chaos of her world. Instead, she ran straight into carnage. Returning home, she found her parents slaughtered and her own pack baying for her blood. As for the necklace she stole? It’s no ordinary trinket. And the man she stole it from? He’s not just wealthy or dangerous—he’s deadly. What Zirelle doesn’t know is that he’s far more than he seems. He’s the key to the truth she’s been running from her whole life. She thought she had left him behind. But by stealing from him, she’s unknowingly invited an even greater storm into her life. Now, he’s coming for her. And he won’t stop until he finds her.

No meio da noite, meu marido começou a falar dormindo. — Meu pequeno tesouro, papai vai levar você e a mamãe para a casa nova amanhã. Mas estávamos usando proteção. De onde diabos surgiu uma criança? Então liguei o celular dele. Vi as transferências de dinheiro para outra mulher, gastas em todo tipo de luxo e uma casa. O álbum de fotos tinha fotos dela com uma roupa de stripper bem reveladora, uma pequena barriguinha. A última era um ultrassom. De quatro meses, pelo que parecia. Não disse nada. Apenas salvei as provas. Eles estavam prestes a aprender o preço de trair uma princesa da máfia.

My fiancé of three years, Julius, sold me. To a black market auction in Vegas. I was sold to another man for five million dollars. Julius was begging me. "I owe five million," he pleaded. "If I don't pay up, they're gonna dump me in the river." "You're a dead ringer for the Don of the Norling family's late wife. All you have to do is keep him happy, and my debt gets wiped clean." "Don't worry," he said. "When he gets tired of you, I won't think any less of you. We'll still get married." So they drugged me and delivered me to an estate that was all too familiar. But here’s what he didn't know. The Don of the Norling family would kill for his daughter. And I'm that daughter. The one he’s kept hidden all these years.

Durante la media noche, mi esposo comenzó a hablar mientras dormía. —Mi pequeño tesoro, papi te llevará a ti y a mami a la nueva casa mañana. Sin embargo, nosotros estamos usando protección. ¿De dónde demonios había salido un niño? Entonces desbloqueé su teléfono. Vi las transferencias de dinero enviadas a otra mujer, todos eran gastos en cosas malditamente lujosas y una casa. En los álbumes de su galería había fotos de ella en un diminuto traje de stripper, y se mostraba un pequeño bulto en su vientre. La última fue un ultrasonido. Parecía que estaba de cuatro meses. No dije nada. Solo guardé las pruebas. Ellos estaban a punto de descubrir el precio de traicionar a una princesa de la mafia.