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"Let me take you for a check-up first. I want to make sure you and the baby are healthy." Eva looks at him. This impossible man. This arrogant CEO who donated his sperm without her knowledge. Who kissed her like she belonged to him. Who looks at her now like she's the most precious thing in the world. She doesn't trust him. She can't trust him. But right now — with his hand warm around hers and the city rushing by outside the window — she lets herself pretend.Just for a moment.

“Despite the circumstances of our marriage agreement, I still chose you to be my mate, my husband and the father of my unborn children. And what did you do with that opportunity? You threw it like it was some dirt that bugged you, as if that was not enough, you ran off to meet your mistress and showered her all the love I practically slaved to get.” “I never asked for any of this, I never asked to be the daughter of a gambler or the ex-wife of a man that never saw me. I was over the moon with relief when I found out I was pregnant, I was eager to share the news with you but again, as expected I was brushed aside. That was the day we divorced, and that was the same day I lost the baby.” Doria

She asked impatiently. “I… I got married.” I choked as tears streamed down my face. There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. “Yes, I was caught,” I continued, my voice trembling. “And then my uncle… he sold me off to a man. A man who is now my husband.” The words tumbled out broken and uneven between sobs. The reality of it all hit me again, and I broke down completely, crying harder than before. “Oh God. I’ve been telling you for years that your uncle is a twisted man, but you never wanted to listen to me.”

Years passed before fate decided to be dramatic again. A year ago, Elio found the son he had lost. At least, everyone believed he had. His wife was dead by then, and the missing boy had become Sebastian Merrick—a billionaire with a capital B. Just hearing his name made everyone in the room sit a little straighter. Naturally, my father saw an opportunity. The old friendship between him and Elio magically repaired itself, and before I could even blink, my marriage was arranged. To Sebastian. Unfortunately for my father...

I slam my palm against the chair’s armrest, my already injured knuckles protesting. The Esposito. The second-largest mafia family, a syndicate of human traffickers, pimps, and degenerates who thrive on destruction. We’ve been at war for years—since before I inherited the empire from my father, Giovanni Marcelo. My father ruled with an iron fist, making it clear that women were not to be disrespected, and that any man in our family caught engaging in trafficking or prostitution would face the severest punishment. Death, if necessary. The Espositos? They thrive on that filth. And Mariano? He’s the worst of them. Ruthless. Obsessive. A man who will stop at nothing to claim what he desires. And

Enzo had always heard about how fierce and determined he was, but he never thought anything would bring him to his house. “I am sorry. But, the contract died along with your father. I have no money to pay you.” Roberto let out another smirk and moved closer. “I knew you wouldn’t budge. And I wouldn’t stress myself trying to make you listen to me. But it’s so unfortunate that your wife would have to suffer for your stubbornness.” Another man from Roberto walked up to him and passed him the phone. Roberto lifted the phone and showed it to Enzo. “Your wife went to Italy three days ago. She went to buy some clothes and shoes, and she is in my custody right now. If anything happens to me, or my m

She was lucky to be the sole heir of billionaire Fernando Cavalcanti, who was the biggest agribusiness exporter in Brazil. Eduardo was hating being there. A meeting with Camila Cavalcanti, his future wife, was not the most important event in his life as he was not ready to get married as he was still in the prime of life. He couldn't just give up dating different women each week and having lovers all over the globe. However, he had no choice. He had to obey his father's wishes and marry the girl.

at me, her way of treating me, her kindness, her joy, her gentleness, as if she was the perfect woman to become the mother of my son, only that if I asked her she wasn't going to accept it, so when we went to the clinic, she was there, she didn't even see me, but I did, and without even thinking about it, I chose her, I chose her to be the mother of my son in silence, and I asked for everything to be done as if it was a confusion, and that they didn't put my semen in Luisa's body, but in Lisa's, after all, both names are similar, and so I planned everything, so Luisa didn't get pregnant, but Lisa, my dear Lisa, did, and she knew how to face things in a good way, and until today I have not s

He still didn't look at her. “I married Joan because my mother wanted it.” His voice was flat. “My father's dying wish was that I marry someone who wouldn't ask questions. A poor orphan with no family to fight back. My mother and I didn't think she'd be good for anything except....a house wife. Easy to control.” He sniffled. “Then I saw her potential after marriage. Joan helped us land six major contracts in three months with her proposals, pitch decks, business advice....” He went quiet for a long time before speaking again. “For three years, I made her work for my company from home, without any credit to her name.

He'd randomly gift me several custom-made jewelleries and clothing items. On the day I told him I was pregnant, he had immediately ordered the latest range rover for me, and I had been so happy and had felt like the luckiest wife ever. Unfortunately, I ended up losing the baby after three months and it was then Eduardo changed completely toward me. He'd flare up at me at the slightest provocation and had even fired all our household staff. The final nail on the coffin was when he brought his mother to start living with us, and the both of them combined to make my life a living hell by making me a maid in my matrimonial home.