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The moment I discover I'm pregnant, Courtney Smith, the leukemia patient I saved three years ago, turns up on my doorstep once again. She claims that her leukemia has relapsed again, so she wants me to abort my baby in order to save her life again. But I'm pregnant with my deceased police husband's baby. So, I tell her that I can only donate my bone marrow to her once I've given birth to my baby. After hearing my answer, not only do Courtney and her family not feel any gratitude toward me, but they also berate me for not helping them out till the end. "You can still have another baby once you lose this one! But if your pregnancy affects my illness in any way, will you be able to take responsibility over this?" Then, the Smiths abduct me to a shady hospital, where they forcibly put me through an abortion and remove my bone marrow. While their operation is a success, my baby and I end up dying on the surgical table. As they gaze at our corpses, the Smiths' faces are plastered with icy expressions. "Don't blame us for what we did. If you were the one with leukemia, we'd still make Court donate her bone marrow to you. One's life is determined by fate. If you can't survive, that just means you're fated to die." When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the timeframe three days before Courtney finds out about her leukemia relapse.

My husband, Don Lorenzo, ran New York's underworld. And he's the one who put me in prison. All because his childhood flame, Cassandra Viti—the Viti family princess—killed my father. I was the first one on the scene. The Feds caught me standing over the body. He faked the evidence. Made sure I took the fall. I spent three years in hell. His apology? A single sentence and an unlimited black card. "I owe Cassandra three wishes. Once you're out, once I've paid my debt to her, you'll be my Donna again."

Eveyln White was used to living a double life - college student by day at the top of her class, mousy and introverted, and a bombshell stripper by night only known as Eve. Things all come to a head when her bouncer boyfriend, Charlie, angers a patron of the club, who turns out to be one of the most dangerous men in the world, Mafia Boss Antonio Bernoti.

Everest Quentin, my commander husband, has fallen in love with his dead comrade's widow, Selene Brooks. When I find out about it, I don't bother kicking up a ruckus. Instead, I just turn in my resignation letter at my workplace and trick Everest into signing a divorce agreement. After Everest drops his signature, he falls silent for a very long time. Finally, he speaks up in an extraordinarily warm tone. "If you truly intend to quit your job, can you write a recommendation letter for Selene to work at your school instead? "You know that Selene's husband has sacrificed his life in the war. Life will be very difficult for her if she doesn't secure a job to make ends meet." I nod without turning Everest's request down. Previously, I've donated my own heart to him, only to find out that he has it transplanted into Selene's chest instead. I only have three days to live, so I have nothing else in this life. That's why I've tricked Everest into signing the divorce agreement on the first day. On the second day, my resignation letter officially goes into effect. My position is now Selene's. On the third day, I die right in front of my parents' graves. Unfortunately, that also means I never get to attend the banquet Everest has thrown for Selene. The banquet is so boisterous that one would think it's a wedding instead. Everest scans his surroundings, only to realize that I'm absent. He frowns immediately before admonishing me for throwing a tantrum on Selene's big day. The next thing he knows, a soldier rushes over and announces my death right in front of the guests. For once, Everest, who has always prided himself on being cool-headed all the time, actually drops the wine glass he's holding in his hand.

(In conquering her I broke her so much that I lost the girl with whom I fell in love with.) *Blurp* I flinch when the book is taken away from me. "I am not going to apologise. I can handle all your tantrums and attitudes but if you utter even a word of protest for this marriage you will see the worst of me. I am a very dangerous man and if you come to know how dangerous I am you will run away. And I am trying hard to not show you that side of me." He cups my face. I got tearful as I remembered his behaviour from earlier. "As I said earlier, I love you. I can do anything for you. I can turn into a man which you desire, I can change my habits, I can change anything and everything for you, the only thing which you have to do is marry me. And we are getting engaged this coming week." More tears started falling from my eyes. He pecks my lips.

[Book 1 — From the Mafia Dark Romance MINE series] He lowered his head, his pupils burning like molten fire. “Maybe you think you can escape from me… but you can’t,” he whispered, his voice brushing her ear like a dangerous promise. Her breath caught—because deep down, she knew he was right. He was her warmth. She was his peace. But peace was never meant to last in a world like theirs. --- ZAFIRA Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, rebuilt her life far from the wreckage of her marriage and betrayals that nearly broke her. But fate has a cruel way of circling back. One night changes everything—when she collides with AZRAEL Sartori, the enigmatic and ruthless Italian Mafia boss whose very presence feels like sin wrapped in silk. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Zafira finds herself in a game where every move is life or death, and every kiss feels like both salvation and ruin. But Azrael isn’t just power and shadows—he holds secrets that link Zafira to a darker, older truth. A truth that could destroy them both. One moment she’s rebuilding her life, the next she’s trapped in his world—a world of whispered threats, burning gazes, and a kiss that feels like a promise and a warning all at once. But Azrael doesn’t take no for an answer… and every time she tries to run, he pulls her deeper into his dangerous game of shadows, secrets, and desire sharp enough to cut. Now she’s caught between a love that feels like salvation… and a man who might be the weapon that destroys her. When your heart belongs to the devil, can you still choose your own fate? Perfect for Mafia Dark romance lovers who crave a blend of danger, desire, and the supernatural.

(COMPLETED)Darren Fall Adams only wanted to have freedom as her life is always controlled by her parents who wanted her to marry someone she doesn't love. So here she goes, running away from home to look for it.

Astrid Voss hates her boss.And “hate” doesn’t even begin to cover it.Rhys Blackwood is rude, demanding, and so full of himself that she’s convinced his reflection probably applauds when he walks by. He criticizes everything she does, works her till she’s exhausted, and never—ever—cracks that icy expression.But when she accidentally crashes into him and their lips meet, everything changes.Because suddenly, her cold, impossible boss has ears. And a tail.Now she knows the truth — Rhys isn’t just a control freak. He’s a werewolf.And Astrid plans to use that little secret to make his perfect life hell.Except… every time she pushes, he pushes back harder.Every time she teases, his eyes darken.And every time he says her name in that low, dangerous voice, her body forgets why she’s supposed to hate him.He says she doesn’t understand what she’s started.He says wolves don’t let go once they’ve found their mate.Astrid thought she was getting revenge.Turns out, she just poked the Alpha.

During a critical heart transplant, my doctor husband insisted his intern assist despite her garish nail art compromising the sterile field. When I called her out, he abandoned the patient mid-surgery to comfort her. I begged him to return, but he snapped, "Giselle is upset. Can't you wait? This is nothing compared to her feelings." 40 minutes later, the patient bled out and died. Later, they discovered that he was our highly respected mayor and placed the blame on me. "If it weren't for you causing a scene and kicking us out of the operating room, the mayor wouldn't have bled to death. This is all your fault!" Defenseless, I was sentenced to life in prison, tortured, and died in agony. My husband and his intern walked down the aisle, enjoying their happy life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of that fateful surgery.

Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media. "Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!" In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger. Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!" I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through. "I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?" In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over." Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me. The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.