Novel & Cerita Natah Lotus Or Margulis

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, I must choose a fiancé from among the heirs of three great families. Everyone believes I will choose Dario Morandi—the man I have pursued for years. Instead, I pick up the photograph of his older brother, Cassiano Morandi. Cassiano is known as the lunatic who was kidnapped by enemies at the age of five and thrown into an underground fighting pit. He survived on his own for ten years before the Morandis brought him back. No one thinks he is worthy of me, the Vito family's Principessa. In my previous life, I choose Dario. On our wedding day, Lina Greco—the daughter of Papa's chauffeur—shows up in a white wedding dress with her pregnant belly on display, crying as she claims the child is Dario's. Enraged, I have her thrown out. But amid the chaos, she suffers a miscarriage. Dario smiles and goes through with the wedding. But in the third year of our marriage, he steals classified intelligence and hands it over to my famiglia's enemies. I die that very night. Now that I have a second chance at life, I decide to fulfill his wish and let him be with Lina. What I never expect is that he has been reborn as well.

I had been in a secret relationship with Don Vincent Russo for ten years. The night I found out I was pregnant, he had already booked a wedding. I thought the man who had taken me in from the orphanage was finally going to give me a home. That was, until I saw the video of him kissing his first love, Sofia Costa. On my way to confront him, I was hit by a car and thrown onto the pavement. Lying in a pool of my own blood, I called him again and again. Nineteen times. When he finally answered, he was coaxing Sofia. "If it's too noisy, just turn off the phone, my principessa. Your mood matters most. "Our partnership with the Costa family depends on you." I hung up in despair. What he did not know was that not long before that, I had learned the truth. I was the real heir to the Costa family. The woman he loved… was nothing more than a fake I would tear down with my own hands.

By the seventh year of my cold war with my father, Don Leonardi Rossi, he finally found a way to win me over. He introduced me to the most powerful Mafia Don in southern Ritalle—Riccardo Colombo. For my happiness, my father was willing to give me half of the family's empire as a gift. I surrendered completely to Riccardo's love. Four months later, I was pregnant. Every prenatal check-up saw Bascily regions' two most influential Dons personally by my side. Everyone envied me for having two men who loved me so fiercely. Yet, on the day of my amniocentesis, they were both absent. "There's a new arms deal in the north," my father said, stroking my head. Riccardo kissed my belly gently. "I'll bring you gifts when I return." I smiled and watched them leave. But as I lay on the examination table, my phone buzzed with an anonymous video. In it, my father wore a groom's suit, standing beside Rosa—the prostitute who had infuriated my mother to death. Their illegitimate daughter, Lina, cradled her swollen belly, proudly wearing the Colombo family crest, and clung to my husband's arm. The announcer cried, "Congratulations to Don Rossi for reclaiming his one true love, and to Don Colombo for marrying his soulmate!" At the video's end, my father laughed and clinked glasses with Riccardo. "The fake crest and fake marriage certificate for Lia—you really outdid yourself. Aren't you worried she'll be heartbroken?" Riccardo snorted. "She never let Rosa into the house, leaving Lina to grow up as a bastard. This was what she owed her." So that was the truth. But when I finally left with my child for the Massimo family, why did they still regret it?

The day after I gave my fiancé, Don Antonio Rossi, the cold shoulder, he took Sofia to Alicante for a romantic getaway. He expected me to explode like I always had before—trash his study, start a fight, maybe even put another bullet through Sofia’s head. After all, my arrogance and temper were infamous in the mafia world. But this time, I did nothing. When he came back a month later, he realized I had changed. He deliberately handed the arms route I managed over to Sofia, and I surrendered it without protest. He publicly criticized my competence to build Sofia’s authority, and I lowered my head and accepted every accusation. Even when he announced at a family meeting that the ports under my control would be transferred to Sofia, I nodded calmly. Sofia smiled at him triumphantly. “See? I told you. A spoiled principessa like Isabelle just needs the cold treatment. Once she’s afraid of losing you, she’ll behave.” Antonio believed her completely. That night, he held me in his arms and promised. “Darling, you finally look like a proper donna now. I’ve already reserved the church. Next month, I’ll give you the lavish wedding you’ve always wanted.” I only smiled at him and said nothing. What that fool didn’t know was that before he left for that trip, the document he signed was an agreement terminating our engagement.

Two days before Lotus’s wedding with Dylan, Lotus caught Dylan in bed with Aubree, Lotus’s childhood best friend. Filled with fury, Lotus canceled her wedding and angrily released the cheating duo’s s*x video in the wedding hall, shocking everyone Who knew that Dylan would be shameless and go on with marrying Aubree instead of apologizing? As if that wasn't enough, Dylan demanded to cancel his investment in the Meyer company unless Lotus became his mistress In a bid to seek escape from her selfish father and Dylan, Lotus ended up running into a high-end club where she ended up with a spiked dream. The next morning, Lotus woke up to a fierce kick that sent her tumbling down the bed. It turns out she had slept with the richest billionaire genius in the country. What will Lotus do when she finds out that the billionaire is averse to female touch? And he's hellbent on kicking her out?

A kidnapper's gun was pressed to Lena's temple and mine, the whole scene streaming live online. "Nolan," the kidnapper said, "your wife, Donna, or your first love. Only one of them walks away alive. Choose." On the other side of the screen, my husband, Don Nolan Winston, head of the Winston family, did not hesitate for even a second. "Let Lena go. As for that woman, do whatever you want with her." I looked into the camera and laughed until tears ran down my face. For seven years, I had stood by him as he rose from the Winston family's illegitimate son to the first Don of the Italvia mafia. I had taken knives for him, drunk with him, even lost a child along the way. So in the end, in his eyes, I had been nothing more than a pawn he could discard at any moment. "Did you hear that?" the kidnapper sneered at me. I turned and ran toward the cliff. Facing the camera, I spoke my final words. "Nolan, I'm giving this life back to you. We're even now."

Gabriella (Sunny) Khan, gorgeous fearless and sed spy; and heartthrob, Daniel (Lance) Cortez; the backbone of law enforcement p through strife, grief, loss and hardships in their quest to eradicate the human trafficking syndicate in their country. As agents of the National Bureau of Crime Investigation (NBCI), they are forced to put their love for each other aside for the sake of the mission which leads Gabriella into the very arms of the man she loathes and wants to nab, Dario Pavel; leader of the syndicate due to loss of memory while Lance strives to fight against external and internal obstacles in order to ensure that the mission is complete and later on, he has to choose between Gabriella and the mission and between love and duty. What will his choice be?

The night before my wedding, I caught my fiance, Liam, in bed with my best friend. That really sucked. So, as revenge, I slept with Liam’s boss, Jethro.After getting pregnant with Jethro’s child, I coerced him into taking me as his wife. Alas, life as a trophy wife wasn’t as expected. I decided to call it quits, but Jethro squashed that thought and declared, “Serena Hart, you are mine. Forever.”

Celine Beaumont grew up in the Hamptons at her parent's equestrian center. Ten months out of the year she had a happy life, but every summer wealthy families invaded the Hamptons and her stables. Celine was forced to take lessons with their children, and they were monsters. Especially anyone who was born into the Billionaires Club. Especially anyone named Phillip Bloombard. Then one summer Sebastian Gale, a new B-Club heir joined the stables. His family was newly rich and unlike the other B-Club bullies, he was nice and normal and he befriended Celine. This drove Phillip crazy. Years passed and Celine was 16. She was gorgeous, and an accomplished rider, and was still friends with Sebastian. But that year, their friendship started to become something more, until Sebastian disappeared without a word. Two years later Celine was married to Phillip who was more sophisticated in his methods of torture. But she loved him and he used that to turn her into the perfect billionaires’ wife. Six years passed and the night her mother died she couldn’t find Phillip and when she did, it led to a divorce. Celine was 24 divorced and getting her life back together. She made one rule she must never break. Never under any circumstance could she fall in love with a billionaire. But, Sebastian reappeared and Phillip wanted her back. No matter how hard she tried she could not get rid of those billionaires. Then one catastrophe after another strikes and it’s life and death. What will she do? What will she have to sacrifice? The Billionaires Club had a billion ways to get what they wanted and she might be back in their clutches again.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one mate. Three. A Lycan King with fire in his veins. An ancient Vampire with secrets older than time. A Warlock Coven Leader with eyes that see too much. “Mine,” they growl. “No,” she snarls back. “I’m not someone you claim.” Mira’s done begging. She’s done breaking. She doesn’t need saving—she is the storm.