Mafia King Broken Rose

At eighteen, Jada thought she’d found her "happily ever after." Three years later, she realized she was just another girl with a boyfriend she couldn't be proud of. Their romance wasn't a fairytale; it was a mistake. Lyken didn’t just break her heart—he dismantled it, piece by piece, through four separate betrayals. The last one was the breaking point, pushing Jada to leave the country to escape the shadow of the man she once loved. But a career in modeling has brought her back to the one place she swore she’d never return. Now, Jada is out for herself, but Lyken is determined to fix the unfixable. As he fights to earn her forgiveness, Jada must decide: is there a path to healing together, or was their story over the moment she walked away?

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress. She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson. "You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband! "I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!" The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm. In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face. "If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me? "Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"

Disclaimer: Don't read this story if you are used to reading all-tell and spoonfed plot stories in the beginning. Broken Bad Boy will only annoy you, but if you are a fan of mysteries and puzzles with backstories, then go ahead. Percie Matthews’s life changed in a heartbeat on one tragic night. The affectionate turned him unloving and cold. The compassionate became egotistic and blunt. That's how Percie is known for. Until a smart, soft-hearted, and gullible Hailey Ward walks into his world. Hailey doesn’t swear, keeps her distance from people, especially a bad boy brooding like Percie. At first look, she knows Percie is trouble. When Hailey is looking for a roommate, he’s shocked to find himself offering her a place. What will happen when cold like him lives together with a kind-hearted Hailey? How will he keep his head straight when she keeps reminding him of someone he lost?

Seraphina Rowe never wanted a mate. She wanted freedom, a job in the city, her own apartment, and a life far away from the endless traditions of wolf society. But when her father’s sudden illness forces her back to her hometown, she is caught in an ancient custom she can’t refuse: the Marriage Lottery. Every year, unmated wolves from allied towns are bound into arranged unions chosen by the Elders, meant to keep peace among families. Seraphina’s name was never supposed to be drawn. But when it is, she finds herself betrothed to Kaelen Ardyn, the boy who once humiliated her at school, the arrogant son of a respected family, the wolf who made it clear he would never want her. Kaelen rejects her on the night of the ceremony, in front of the entire community. Shattered and desperate, Sera leaves the town, carrying his child in secret. For three years she raises her daughter in silence, building a small, quiet life far from the suffocating traditions of her kind. But fate has its claws. When the Marriage Lottery is threatened by rebellion and the wolves demand accountability for the “failed bond,” Seraphina is summoned back. This time, Kaelen is not allowed to reject her again, he must claim her, or their families will pay the price. Trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, bound by a child Kaelen doesn’t yet know exists, they must navigate lies, jealousy, betrayal, and the dangerous pull of a bond that refuses to break. And when Kaelen discovers her secret, the rejection that once shattered her may turn into his greatest regret or their only chance at salvation.

Aslan Kennedy was born an Alpha, but his body does not function as it should. He calls himself broken. Then Aslan's life changed when one night he accidentally crashed into a car parked at a gas station because he was being chased by his enemy. He thought the accident would be settled with money, but it turns out that the owner of the car is an asshole. A man a few years older than Aslan demands accountability. But even after the compensation was paid, the man continued to annoy Aslan. He kept showing up wherever Aslan was. As the intensity of their encounters increased, Aslan became used to the man's presence. But on the other hand, Aslan wondered if their closeness was the right thing? Was the man simply interested in him, or was there some other purpose?

Patricia Harrington, a town darling and a promising young woman. Sweet, kind-hearted, loving and God-fearing. She had the perfect princess life with a successful businessman as a father and a bright future ahead of her. She's like a majestic butterfly that is envied by many. But life always has a cruel punchline. How can a butterfly survive with its wings broken in pieces? Will Patricia find the strength to face what life has given her?

*My mate turns out to be the mafia king?!* “Stop flirting with my staff.” My head snaps toward the guy I’ve run into twice today. I thought he was just an average school playboy. “Your staff?” I ask stupidly. He smiles widely. “That’s right, sweetheart. This is my club.” * “W-what are you doing?” I whisper, but the look in his eyes says it all. “Do you feel that?” He asks. It takes a second, but then I feel tiny sparks racing along my skin as his hand slips under my jacket and over my skin. I gasp, and then his lips are on mine. *** A few years ago, a series of scientific research buildings were attacked. The chemicals from those research facilities had seeped into our water supply and slowly manipulated our DNA. Last year was the first report of someone showing a hint of supernatural abilities. Then another and another until suddenly, there were people with abilities popping up all over the place. People with abilities were either feared or envied. I have tried hiding my ability for as long as I can. My ability would have me locked up and used until there was nothing left of me. The ability to heal is a gift everyone would want to take advantage of, so I never use it…ever. Until... I meet him. Julian. My schoolmate. The boss of The Hell Club. The Mafia King. My...mate. What we didn't know at the time was that these so-called DNA alterations were all werewolf genes growing inside the human body. And he, Julian... is my mate.

What will happen if she'll know that the one who took her virginity was engage? She'll give up ? Or She'll fight even if it's against all odds?

In a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas and Betas were meant to serve, Mikhail lived in the quiet safety of his mother's love. He was a rare kind of Omega-mute, delicate, and unseen by the brutal world beyond their small cottage. His mother shielded him from the harsh reality of their hierarchy, whispering soft words into his ear as he traced the shapes of her lips with his fingers. But peace was fragile. One cold evening, his father returned-a man Mikhail barely knew, reeking of alcohol and desperation. With a cruel glint in his eye, he grabbed Mikhail's wrist, pulling him away from his mother's trembling arms. "You're worth more than you know," his father muttered, shoving him into the arms of a hooded stranger. Mikhail didn't need words to understand. He had been sold. Colton was a name whispered in fear, a beast draped in human skin. An Alpha whose touch left scars on both body and soul. He ruled with cruelty, his presence alone enough to make even the strongest Omegas tremble. Mikhail had heard of him. Everyone had. When he was thrown at Colton's feet, he didn't fight. He didn't beg. He simply met the Alpha's piercing golden eyes with silent defiance. The room was silent. Colton tilted his head, intrigued. "A mute Omega," he mused, his voice like gravel. "How will you scream for me?" Mikhail swallowed hard, but he refused to break. The Alpha's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only hunger. Only the promise of ruin. "Let's see how long that silence lasts."