Exchange Ring Vows

When powerful mafia boss Nico Ricci's sheltered younger sister Aleta suffers a mysterious hit-and-run that leaves her with complete amnesia, fate places her in the hands of her brother's greatest rival—Elio Castellano. Elio, thirteen years her senior and harboring deep resentment toward the Ricci family, recognizes her immediately. Instead of returning her to her brother, he seizes this opportunity for revenge by convincing the vulnerable Aleta that they're secretly married. What begins as a cold deception grows complicated as their chemistry ignites into passion. As Aleta gradually recovers fragments of her memory, she discovers they have a forbidden history: a summer romance in Italy years ago that her brother ruthlessly ended with lies and manipulation. But Aleta's accident wasn't random. As Nico tears the city apart searching for his sister, dark secrets emerge about his criminal empire that even Aleta wasn't meant to discover. The hit-and-run that stole her memory may have been ordered by someone much closer than either Elio or Aleta could have imagined. Caught between family loyalty and consuming love, Aleta must decide whom to trust when her full memory returns. Meanwhile, Elio faces an impossible choice between his thirst for vengeance and the woman who has unexpectedly captured his heart. In a world where passion and danger collide, Aleta and Elio are on a treacherous path toward truth and redemption. Their journey exposes the thin line between love and revenge, proving that some vows, even forgotten ones, are destined to be remembered—and some secrets are meant to be revealed.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

Nothing prepares you for heartbreak that lands only hours before your wedding. One moment you are celebrating the last hours of single life, smiling at a future you trust. The next, you are staring at proof that the man you love has betrayed you. He says he is sorry. He pleads. Yet the picture of love you held so tightly fractures in an instant. Sports agent Fiorella Barella has more than one truth to uncover, and with her closest friends beside her, she is ready to pull at every thread until the whole story unravels.

Harper just returned home after a grueling week-long business trip in London only to find her sister in bed with her beloved fiance, shattered, Harper swore to make them pay, for deceiving her after everything she had to sacrifice for them.

She was born in a cage. He offered her a golden one. 19-year-old Amara Leone has spent her life under the rule of her brutal uncle, leader of a small but ruthless mafia branch. After her parents’ murder, she was “taken in,” but instead of love, she received scars. But one day, everything changed. She’s told she’s being married off to the heir of the Romano Mafia Empire—Dominic Romano. Cold. Calculating. Known as The Black King in the underworld. No one dares disobey him. His enemies disappear. His lovers don’t last. To Dominic, the marriage is a deal—peace between rival territories, and a woman he doesn’t want, but must own. To Amara, it’s another prison. But what neither expected… was the fire. But behind everything: WHY IS DOMINIC SO OBSESSED ABOUT HER.

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

At the wedding, just as I was about to exchange rings with my fiancée, her conniving boyfriend intentionally pushed his son toward her. Right in front of everyone, the boy looked up with teary eyes and asked, "Mom, why are you marrying this man? Don't you want me and Dad anymore?" My fiancée, who never lied, smiled, took the child's hand, and said, "I was only pretending with this man earlier. Now I am going to marry your father." The banquet hall buzzed with whispers. Everyone expected me to get jealous and blow up. Instead, I said the child came first and calmly handed the ring to the boyfriend sitting below the stage. Seeing how cooperative I was, my fiancée grinned and promised she would give me a healthy baby boy someday as a thank you. However, she seemed to have forgotten that we had not officially tied the knot yet. Truth be told, I had no intention of ever doing so.

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. 🦪 Dora lost her father on her eighteenth birthday, and she swore to find his killer and end his life herself. Because of this, she signs a ‘fight till death’ deal with Umbra, a deadly secret organization her father worked with. A fight where only one of the two fighters would walk out of the ring alive. Dale Lazarus, a man secretly in love with his best friend’s daughter, killed his best friend in a fight. One of them had to die for the other one to live, and it was Dora’s father who didn’t walk out of the ring. Dora doesn’t know this: that Dale Lazarus, her father’s best friend, and also the man she’s shamelessly obsessed with, is the killer she’s after. She swore to his face that she was going to wipe her father’s killer off the planet, not knowing she was talking about him, and He trains her to kill her father’s killer, knowing he was training her to kill him. What happens when Dora realizes she signed a deal to kill the man she is obsessed with? ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.

I'd been married to Joshua Merck for five years, but we still didn't have kids. To stay healthy, I took those pricey custom vitamins he ordered from overseas—never missed a dose. Then my cousin came back from studying abroad, took one look at the bottle, and was like, "That brand doesn't even make custom vitamins." I sent them to the hospital for testing. The lab report hit me like a truck—birth control pills. Powerful ones. Suddenly, all those mornings with Joshua hovering over me, acting so concerned while I took my "vitamins," made sense. The whole thing had been a lie. Five years of lies. Just as I was gearing up to confront him, my phone buzzed—a group chat notification. Shirley Hoare had tagged Joshua. [Honey, I had a prenatal checkup today, and the doctor said I'm carrying twins! Your family's about to get two grandchildren at once—excited?] My heart turned to ash. Everything clicked. Fine. We were done. I pulled out my phone and replied to my childhood sweetheart's message from three days ago: [After watching the northern lights, I still wanted to see penguins in Antarctica.]

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.