Echo Yue Naked

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Scarlet's world came crashing down when the man she loved, tore her apart with his betrayal and cruelty. His lies are still fresh in my mind, a continual reminder of the evenings he sapped her abilities and gave them to his mistress, Beatrice. The agony of being abandoned and broken haunts her every step as she flees her pack, driven by a fervent desire to make him pay for his treachery. Roaming like a rogue, Scarlet saves a mysterious black wolf from a deadly wolfsbane dagger, she unwittingly rescues Alpha Amarok, the powerful and brooding lycan king. With a dark past and a heart of stone, Amarok doesn't believe in love - until Scarlet. Can Scarlet tame his fierce heart, and will Amarok's pack accept her as their new queen? With every breath, they're forced to confront the evil that has haunted them. Will their love be enough to heal the scars of their past, or will the shadows consume them whole?

She ran from a monster, only to be caught by the shadow of something far worse. Hated. Hunted. Branded a murderer. Raziela is a rogue omega and a single mother, guarding a child whose secret could ignite empires. On the run for a crime she didn’t commit, she hides her scent, her power, and her past. But when she’s captured and auctioned like property, she lands in the hands of the most feared creature alive: the Lycan King. Dakor is ancient, merciless, and hollowed by grief. His heart died with his mate three centuries ago. Now he rules through fear and bloodshed and desires nothing… until her. Raziela should fear him… she does. But the longer she survives the cruelty of his court, the more the lines between prey and predator blur. Beneath the King’s darkness lies a deadly desire. And if she lets it consume her, she risks more than her soul, she risks the one thing she’s sworn to protect.

fter catching my husband, Dante, in bed with his assistant, Angelina, again, I did something stupid. I leaked the video. I wanted the whole world to see them for what they were. But all I got was a lawsuit from the family and a six-month jail sentence. And an essay from my son titled, “My Mother Is Crazy.” That’s when I finally broke. I filed for divorce and gave up custody of our son. The day I left, Dante sneered at me. "Where you gonna go without me, Isabella? It's not too late to come crawling back." What he didn't know was that my mother runs the Wright family—the biggest outfit in Italy. And I'm her only heir.

In the middle of the night, my husband started talking in his sleep. "My little treasure, Daddy's taking you and Mommy to the new house tomorrow." But we were using protection. Where the hell did a kid come from? So I opened his phone. I saw the money transfers to another woman—spent on all kinds of luxury shit and a house. The photo album had pictures of her in a skimpy stripper outfit, a little bump in her belly. The last one was an ultrasound. Four months along, it looked like. I didn't make a sound. Just saved the evidence. They were about to learn the price of betraying a mafia princess.

For five years, I was married to the heir of the Romano family, Italy's biggest crime family. Every night, he'd hold me and whisper, "Just give me an heir, and I'll give him the entire Romano empire." But I never got pregnant, and the Don's disappointment in me grew with every passing month. Until I found out my husband had been secretly swapping my folic acid for birth control pills. I was still reeling from the fury when I saw a post from his ex-girlfriend: an ultrasound photo. Her caption was sweet and smug: “Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can’t wait to meet the baby.” Seeing the flood of congratulations, my mind was made up. I found the contact info for my ex-boyfriend—the one who’d spent the last five years trying to get me back. I sent him a single text. 【Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.】

When we were eight, Kaelen burned down an entire pack territory just to save me. He swore an oath before the Moon Goddess to be with me forever, to never leave my side. Not even his own father could keep us apart. Then, a pregnant human girl reeking of his scent strutted into my office, a smug smirk on her face. "He says you're old and boring," she gloated. "That your scars turn his stomach." He seems to forget that he's the reason I have every last one of them. And I am not some weak woman he can just humiliate.

Mi matrimonio con Dante, el heredero Moretti, estaba destinado a ser una unión de poder, una alianza de imperios. Pero para mí, también era algo real. Entonces, mi hermana adoptiva, Clara, apareció en la fiesta. Llevaba puesta su chaqueta de cuero hecha a la medida, montada en su preciada Ducati, y me miró directamente con una sonrisa burlona. —Dante dice —ronroneó—, que estas preciosidades me sientan mejor a mí que a ti. Mi sonrisa se congeló. Dante la subió a un avión con destino al extranjero tan rápido que fue como si nunca hubiera existido. Cinco años después, la noche antes de nuestra boda. Lo encontré mirando fijamente el diseño de nuestros anillos de boda. Él había cambiado el grabado. El «Amor Aeternus» (Amor eterno) había desaparecido. En su lugar estaba: «Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa». Mi pecado, mi mayor pecado. Me quité el velo en ese mismo instante. —La boda —dije con voz gélida— se cancela.

Tres años después de mi matrimonio arreglado con el heredero de la familia Valachi, el que se escapó regresó. Me dejó por Julia ocho veces. La novena vez, me dejó sangrando al costado de la carretera con una herida de bala para ir corriendo hacia Julia, quien lo había llamado porque se sentía un poco mareada. —Ella me necesita. Lo entiendes, ¿verdad, Leona? Esta vez, no luché por él. Él no sabía de la apuesta que hice con Julia. La novena vez que me abandonara, sería yo quien se marcharía para siempre. Así que, el día de su cumpleaños, dejé un juego de papeles de divorcio firmados en su escritorio y me subí a un avión.

Si Tiffany Chua ay lumaki sa hirap at laging napapabayaan ng kaniyang ama at lola dahil sa dugong Chinese na nagtatangi sa kaniya mula sa kanilang paboritong anak, ang kapatid niyang si Ronald. Sa kanyang pagsisikap na mabuhay at umasenso, natanggap siya bilang sekretarya ni Lincon, isang istrikto, malamig, at walang pakialam na boss na may lihim na pagkatao sa likod ng kaniyang matigas na anyo. Isang araw, inalok siya ni Lincon na magpanggap bilang asawa niya para sa isang personal na dahilan, at dahil sa kawalan ng pagpipilian, tinanggap niya ang alok. Ngunit hindi naging madali para kay Tiffany ang mapabilang sa mundong ginagalawan ng kaniyang boss, lalo na nang bumalik ang dati nitong nobya, si Jillian, na nagbigay ng hamon sa kanilang kasunduan. Sa kabila ng mga pagdurusa, nagawa pa ring ibuhos ni Tiffany ang buong pagmamahal kay Lincon, kahit alam niyang may ibang laman ang puso nito. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, nalaman ni Lincon na nagdadalang-tao si Tiffany sa anak nila. Sa isang trahedyang nagdulot ng panganib sa buhay ni Tiffany, napilitang ipanganak ang kanilang anak via C-section habang siya ay nasa coma. Kasabay ng pagsilang ng kanilang anak, susubukin ng kapalaran ang hangganan ng pagmamahal at pagsasakripisyo ni Tiffany, pati na rin ang mga damdaming pilit ikinukubli ni Lincon. Pipiliin ba niya ang muling nagtangkang magbalik na si Jillian, o ang babaeng nag-alay ng lahat para sa kaniya—si Tiffany?