I Make My Own Rules

An enthralling Italian romance filled with revenge. Theodore De'leon, a thirty year old smoking hot yet broken billionaire and Mafia lord, seeks to avenge his family's murder by their enemies, the Romanos, which he experienced when he was just a boy. After being Raised by his grandmother, Mrs. Alexandra Galterio, Theodore returns to Italy his homeland 20 years later to fulfill his promise. * Aria Romano, the female protagonist of the story is the first daughter of the Romanos, who lives a life of pretense as the family’s loving daughter, despite her stepmother's disdain and her father's indifference. Theodore manipulates Aria, intending to use her in his revenge plan, but unexpectedly finds himself falling for her. As their relationship deepens, Theodore must confront his grandmother's disapproval against their love as they also face challenging obstacles and discover deep secrets. Will love triumph over vengeance in this intense tale of passion and betrayal?

Awakening to a bewildering and astonishing reality, Seraphina found herself in an extraordinary situation: she had transmigrated into her own novel, stepping into the shoes of a character she had meticulously crafted. The male lead in her story was notoriously elusive, challenging to approach, and the master of a harem. Seraphina, now Zephyrine Everlynn, unexpectedly found herself among the women in his harem. It was utterly absurd! Promptly leaving the harem, Seraphina used her knowledge to help others win the male lead's heart, all for the right price. But why did the male lead continuously find his way back to her?

“You’re such a heartless man,” she yelled at him out of her anger. For breaking her heart everyday when he is with her. “Yes I am. Yet, you made me fall in love with you.”

Five days before my wedding, a group of MadeMen drag me to an underground casino. "I'm the fiancé of Lorenzo Gambino, Don of the Gambino family and Gambino Corporation! Think of the consequences you'll face if you dare touch a hair on my head!" My stern warning is met by mocking laughter. I curl up in agony under the brutal blows of their baseball bats; they pierce my ankles with sharp blades, severing my tendons. I gather the remnants of my consciousness to shield my abdomen, where my and Lorenzo's child grows. Lorenzo finally arrives with hired mercenaries. He razes the underground casino to the ground and saves me. I lie on the hospital bed and force myself to hang on. I don't want to end up in a coma. Unexpectedly, I overhear Lorenzo's conversation with a doctor. "It's not too late to operate, Boss. If we delay this any longer, Ms. Jones won't be able to stand anymore! There are many other ways for you to marry Ms. Valente—why did you have to do this to Ms. Jones?" "Being crippled is the only way Renee will obediently accept my and Kelly's child. I can keep a cripple by my side but not a troublemaker. Kelly values ceremony more than anything—I promised her I would give her a perfect wedding," Lorenzo says coldly. "But… Ms. Jones is pregnant. She's four months along…" "Make her miscarry, then." Tears stream down my face without anyone noticing. It turns out no one wants to bless the wedding I've been looking forward to. If so, any woman who wants to be Lorenzo's wife can have him. He's just a small mafia boss, anyway. I'm going back to being the heiress of the East Coast mafia's Don. I'll be the queen of my own life.

My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off. Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder. I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone. "Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!" I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults. "Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!" Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father. My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done. On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.

Ally Carson has it all; a loving family, supportive boyfriend, and an impressive degree in the industry of her dreams. But when she uproots her perfect life and moves to New York, everything seems to fall rapidly out of control. Tyler Gray thinks he has it all; the job, the girls, and too much money for his own good. But when a certain sexy secretary walks into his world, he finds himself questioning everything he's ever known about life and love. When forced to compete for her fragile heart, will Tyler be able to convince Ally that he's capable of love? Or will he quickly run out of chances with his tenacious assistant?

My daughter has leukemia and desperately needs a bone marrow donor. After a blood test, it turns out my blood type doesn't match hers. However, my husband's blood type does. This confuses me. I gave birth to her, so how could my blood type not be a match for hers? I'm puzzled by this when my long-lost best friend suddenly appears with her son, who's about my daughter's age. She wants him to do a blood test to see whether it matches my daughter's.

Hater, stranger, turn into lover. “Such a heartless man,” she said. “Heartless prince...” he corrected as if it is correct. “Heartless that fall into you,” he added. Find a way to support this unexpected love team from this story.

"Where are you going to? Get back here," Zion shouts at her. She walks away from him in agitation. "I lost my everything. Everything that I have. My youth, my dreams and the man who could keep me warm and happy all my life. Why should I stop for you?" Nancy says. "How dare you say that?Get back here and serve your to be husband," he scowls. "But I am not your fiance," she squeaks and his eyes widens in shock. Instagram: Deborah962021

After I confessed to my childhood crush, he smirked and said, "If you can get that loser to drink from the same bottle you did, I'll date you." Seriously? Was I really reborn fifteen years ago? I raced over to Noah—top of the class and hot as hell—and dropped the water bottle on his desk in front of everyone. He clocked the lipstick stain, face turning crimson. Future business mogul? Right now, he looked like some poor kid waiting to get crushed. I nudged the bottle closer. "Using that genius brain to collect bottles for cash? Kinda tragic. Be my private tutor instead." He might be broke, but lucky for him, I've got money to burn.