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Aunque sabía que mi esposo, Luis Ramírez, había fingido su muerte y estaba suplantando la identidad de su hermano gemelo menor, Martín Ramírez, no lo desenmascaré. En vez de eso, fui directamente ante la máxima autoridad militar de la región, Sergio Montoya, y le dije que Luis estaba muerto. Le pedí que lo dieran de baja del ejército y que le retiraran el grado. En mi vida pasada, Martín murió en un accidente. Y Luis, sin dudarlo, fingió su propia muerte y abandonó su puesto en el ejército para hacerse pasar por Martín, todo para que Gina Espíndola no quedara viuda. Yo lo reconocí al instante. Sabía que era Luis. Lo enfrenté y le exigí que me dijera por qué se estaba haciendo pasar por Martín. Pero lo negó hasta el final. Me hizo a un lado con frialdad: —Mayra, sé que estás hecha pedazos por la muerte de Luis, pero eso no te da derecho a venir a decir que yo soy él. Sostuvo a Gina, débil y frágil como si fuera de cristal, y a mí me empujó al río helado. Me lo dejó claro: que ni se me ocurriera hacerme ilusiones. Mi hija, Perla Ramírez, con apenas cinco años, lloraba y preguntaba: —¿Por qué papá ya no me quiere? Y por eso la encerraron en un cuarto oscuro "para que aprendiera". Tres días y tres noches sin probar bocado. La madre de Luis, Almeida Vargas, me colmó de insultos, diciendo que yo era una matamaridos, un mal augurio. Nos echó a Perla y a mí con lo puesto, sin un centavo. Y Luis todavía se encargó de esparcir el rumor por todas partes: que yo estaba loca, que Luis apenas acababa de morir y yo ya andaba obsesionada con Martín. Todos me despreciaron. Me señalaron. Me miraban con asco. Al final, abracé a Perla y morimos congeladas en la peor helada del invierno. *** Cuando abrí los ojos de nuevo, había vuelto al día en que Luis empezó a hacerse pasar por Martín.

After attempting to defend himself against his abusive father in an expressway, they crashed into a truck, leaving his father dead and Mason, the sole survivor of the accident. Half dead and losing consciousness, Mason met Racheal on the road who assumed he crashed the car on purpose to kill his father. She decided to leave him on the lone road to die but Mason begged her on his knees to let him live and that he would do anything to serve her. Little did he know that as he made this promise, he signed an agreement to throw his pride away and the honor he had left as a man, to be subservient to Racheal and her family and to be treated with the same courtesy as a dog.

Amara Hale is a broken soul with an even more broken past. When she moves to Chicago, she hopes to finally forget what she left behind. Upon her arrival, she meets Lucian Moretti, a mafia boss who knows more about her than she thinks. Soon, the two struggle with constant battles of sexual frustration and indecisiveness. What will happen? Will Lucian admit his feelings? Does Amara escape her past?

You’re pregnant, President Jay. Jay looked at the doctor, blinked once, then laughed. “You must be joking, right?” But the doctor wasn’t joking. And neither was the second opinion. Or the third. Because somehow, impossibly, Jayden J. Hale America’s most powerful bachelor and the next in line to the Hale empire was carrying a baby. And not just any baby. The baby of a stranger he can’t forget… A man whose name he doesn’t even know… And the man who shows up at his surprise engagement party as his future brother-in-law.

Selama belasan tahun, Airélle Panemorfi menjalani hidupnya sebagai manusia biasa. Menamatkan sekolah menengahnya di Chicago, hangout bersama teman-temannya, dan banyak hal lainnya. Sampai ketika saatnya tiba. Saat dimana tanah kelahirannya memanggilnya, dunia fantasi yang tak pernah disangka-sangkanya. Barulah manusia biasa itu mengetahui segala keistimewaan atas kelahirannya. All Rights Reserved DON’T & STOP PLAGIA(T)RISME !

Alistair Andrew adalah CEO dari sebuah perusahaan yang bergerak di bidang perhotelan dan resor, ia bertunangan dengan Ivy, putri seorang konglomerat di New York namun sebelum mereka menikah Ivy putus dengan Alistair karena suatu alasan. Beberapa waktu kemudian, teman Alistair mengundangnya untuk menghadiri pameran lukisan yang ia adakan di kota lain. Alistair tidak menolak undangan itu, dia pergi ke Chicago bersama sekretarisnya. Sebelum mereka tiba di Chicago, pesawat yang membawa mereka ke sana tiba -tiba berbelok dan dengan cepat jatuh ke laut. Alistair dan Scarlett tenggelam ke dasar lautan dengan penumpang lain, jiwa mereka berpindah ke tubuh pangeran dan putri di Kerajaan Emerald Pada waktu itu Pangeran Nicholas dan Putri Georgia tidak sadar karena seseorang telah meracuni mereka. Orang itu adalah Ratu Garcia yang membenci putra dan putri Ratu Cecilia yang diasingkan ke sebuah desa yang jauh dari ibukota kerajaan. Ratu Garcia adalah sepupu Ratu Cecilia yang terobsesi dengan Raja Edmund dan sangat ingin memerintah kerajaan dengan berbagai cara termasuk menyingkirkan anak-anak Ratu Cecilia.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.

Right before I hit forty, my husband hit me with: "I want a divorce." For the past ten years, I had been driving a truck outside every day to support my family, while he had been cheating on me at home. Even our child was no longer close to me. "Bad Mom! You hit Jenny! Bad Mom!" Willy cried. "I don't want Mom. I want Jenny. I wanna stay with Dad and Jenny!" Jenny. The neighbor. Single mom. Her kid and ours were tight. Ten years of grinding, running myself ragged—for two ingrates? All right! Wish your family of four a happy life! I didn't want my husband or son anymore.

After her father's death, art restorer Elena Russo discovers his massive gambling debts to a dangerous crime family. Unable to pay, she's forced into an underground auction where she's purchased by none other than Dante Valenti, now Chicago's most feared mafia boss, and the boy she loved twelve years ago, before suddenly being torn away from him.