Mad Out Game

The new Consigliere wanted to restructure the Mafia family’s affairs by sinking her claws into me. My boyfriend, who was a Mafia Don and wildly in love with me, wanted to get revenge on her for me. He planned to raise her status to the skies and make her suffer a horrific downfall when the right time came. He kicked me out of the family and gave all my responsibilities to the new Consigliere. She received luxury cars and jewelry from him as gifts, but he told me to tolerate it as part of the plot. When my younger brother's kidneys started to fail, I begged my Don boyfriend for the surgery fees, which he agreed to give me. On the day of the surgery, I waited from daylight to daybreak for the money, but nothing came. That was when I saw an Instagram post from the new Consigliere, taunting me. "My family's Don is such a wonderful man. Someone who was kicked out of the family was brazen enough to ask him for money. What if she can't repay us? I had to stop the money transfer. I hope this woman will find a better excuse the next time she tries to scam him." The mess ended with my brother dying. My Don boyfriend called me later in an attempt to cajole me. "Don't be mad. Joey can have his surgery later. I'm just tolerating Rosetta to encourage her to become full of herself. The higher she climbs, the harder she'll fall. Don't worry! Her birthday will be in a few days. I'll humiliate her, then make her lose everything. We'll have our wedding after that. That will cheer Joey up!" However, I knew that his so-called plot was the start of him falling in love with another woman. That was when I no longer wanted him.

Elara Moretti never dreamed her wedding would feel like a funeral. Given away by the only family she’s ever known, she’s forced into a cold, loveless marriage to Mateo Navarro—the feared heir to a powerful mafia empire. He’s everything she was taught to fear: ruthless, dominant, and utterly unbothered by the tears of a wife he never wanted. In the Navarro estate, silence is survival. So Elara learns to be silent. He humiliates her in front of his mistresses. She lowers her head. He uses her as a symbol of control. She pretends not to feel. But every day in Mateo’s home chips away at the girl Elara used to be. Elara may look fragile... but something inside her refuses to break. And while Mateo rules his world with an iron fist, he’s about to learn that not every pawn stays in place. Because the most dangerous kind of woman… is the one who learns to watch, wait, and never forget.

Imagine the worst female softball team you ever saw, triple it, and you've got Darci Bloom's baseball team. Darci's got a lot to handle this season. She's ended up in a team full of nonathletic misfits. She's got a huge crush on the girl making a documentary about the team. She's got a difficult dad. Now a crazy Russian couple shows their interest in coaching her team. Will this bunch of weirdos going to blast into her life and change it forever? Will they fall apart or can they win the unexpected?

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

“Shoot me, butterfly, do it,” Russo said with a smirk, and Chloe’s grip on the firearm faltered. “Who says I can't?” She retorted, hoping her hesitancy wasn’t showing on my face. “You love me, butterfly, but if you are going to do it, look into my eyes.” He replied and Chloe chuckled. “Your problem is that you trust everyone to much.” Chloe smirked before looking straight into his eyes and taking the shot. ____ Everything changed for FBI agent, Chloe Bells when she walked in on her husband cheating. Her barely surviving marriage fell apart, and Chloe was losing herself fast in the quicksands. When the FBI offered her a chance to catch a break, she took it happily. One of her hardest undercover missions was to bring in one of the most feared men in the world, Alessandro Russo. It shouldn’t be hard for Chloe to transition into Alissa, the street fighter who needs a job, but nothing prepared her for the consequences of working closely with the crime boss himself—consequences like falling for him and going against her undercover instructions!

In my past life, I supported the bankrupt Clark brothers. However, after I became pregnant, they allowed a poor student, Kimberly Scott, to push me down the stairs, where I bled profusely and died while carrying my child. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day I had brought them into my house. This time, I kicked them out without hesitation. To my surprise, Kimberly had teamed up with my grandmother to pretend to be the real heiress, painting me as the fake heiress who had taken over the family. The butler, Mr. Williams, who had watched me grow up, came forward and accused me of causing my parents’ death. Under the public backlash they had orchestrated, I remained calm and presented my evidence. Not only did I expose Kimberly’s fake identity as the heiress, but I also revealed the true faces of my grandmother and Mr. Williams. I avenged my parents and gave the wrongdoers the punishment they deserved.

"You are mine! Darling, I can fucking lose everything, but you would never escape me. I would make sure that even your soul would be binded with mine. So don't even think about it." "The greatest love of my life, has always been you, Helen Solome." Una pa lamang ay hindi na naging maganda kanilang tagpo. Kamuntikan na itong ikamatay ni Helen. Gumagaan lamang ang kaniyang dibdib sa kadahilanang iyon na ang huling beses na makikita niya ang lalaki. Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro yata ang tadhana. Sa isang iglap lamang ay bumaligtad ang mundo niya nang muling mag-krus ang landas nila ni Red Ismael Alvaro. Ang misteryoso, at nag-iisang tagapagmana sa Multi-Billion Euro Corporation kung saan sila nagtratrabaho ng nobyo niyang si Clyde Salvador. Nang dahil sa isang hindi inaasahang pangyayari ay tuluyang magbabago ang buhay nilang tatlo. Nagdulot ito nang matinding trauma kay Helen na naging dahilan upang siya ay magpakalayo-layo na muna. Matapos ang lahat ng mga bangungot sa kaniyang nakaraan, kakayanin pa kaya ni Helen ang magpatawad, at ipagpatuloy ang buhay? Hanggang saan ang kayang gawin ni Red upang mabawi, at mapasakaniya ang babaeng labis na kinahuhumalingan? Magagawa pa kayang ipaglaban ni Clyde ang pag-ibig niya kay Helen, kung tadhana na mismo ang gumagawa ng paraan upang tuluyang mawasak ang kanilang masayang pagmamahalan?

Millie Caldwell fails to win Winston Greer's heart despite them being married for three years. They get married after a misunderstanding, and Millie goes back to being the princess of the Caldwell family.Her father asks, "When are you going to inherit my billions, sweetheart?"Her mother beams. "Be a designer like me! You're bound to become famous with me backing you up!"Her grandmother says sternly, "Mills has to take up medicine. Think about her prowess in the medical field—it'd be a waste not to use her skills!"Millie asks her grandfather, "What do you think, Grandpa?"He looks pleased. "How about we drink some tea and plant some flowers? You can enjoy your retirement before you're due for it."Millie thinks this is the best her life can get… until Winston latches onto her and refuses to let go."I regret everything, Mills." He holds her tightly after getting drunk. His eyes are red, and he chokes up as he says, "Can you call me your husband just one more time?"Millie smiles. "Have some shame, jerkface."Jerkface says, "Being shamed means nothing compared to having you as my wife."

“Learned your lesson?” I nod, biting my bottom lip as he moves his hand further up. “Prove it.” As he squeezes my thigh, I lean back onto his shoulder, instinctively, having him turn his head to the side of mine. “I hate you!” I can feel his smirk against my skin as I sigh. “Tell me anyway.” I click my tongue, turning my head away from him. “I’m yours. And I should know that I’d land here.” *** Nerthus goes by many names. Hiding from an unpleasant past, she keeps her true identity a secret while working as an escort. As she covers an appointment with a mysterious new client for a sick colleague, she thinks it will be a one-night thing as he is known to never book an escort twice. Until he books her again. When her other clients start mysteriously canceling their appointments, she suddenly finds herself in a tricky, but quite alluring situation. She tries everything to resist his irresistible temptations that threaten getting her fingers burnt. But she risks it anyway. Will Nerthus realize her mistake too late? And will she be able to resist her forbidden desire for her mysterious new client? *** TW: explicit and foul language; frequent sex scenes; violence; SA ***

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.