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I've been married to Salvatore Falcone for seven years. He's a mafia Don who drills raw terror into everyone's minds. While I'm the Donna whom he has announced to the world, in truth, I'm just a mistress who serves as his human shield that can warm his bed on the side. Salvatore has betrayed me countless times over the past seven years. The first betrayal occurred when he took my ring off on our first wedding anniversary and gave it to one of the escorts in the clubhouse on a whim. The second betrayal occurred when I collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. Instead of saving me, Salvatore blamed me for not preparing the hangover tonic for him in time, so he had someone dump iced water onto me to wake me up. The third betrayal occurred when I suffered from massive bleeding when I was five months pregnant. When I begged Salvatore to go to the hospital with me, he told me that he was keeping Valentina Caruso, his childhood sweetheart, company while her cat was getting fixed. For 2500 days, I swallowed all of my grievances, agony, and tears. Last night, at the banquet of our seventh wedding anniversary, Salvatore had taken Valentina's hand and sat her down on the Donna's throne that was meant to be mine. At that moment, everyone looked forward to seeing me humiliate myself. This was the 101st time he betrayed me. After the banquet was over, Salvatore didn't even bother looking me in the eye. He just said icily, "Don't forget that you're only a mistress to me despite our marriage." At the crack of dawn, Salvatore wakes up with a hangover. He tosses his soiled shirt at me out of habit. "Wash this shirt immediately. I'm going to wear it tonight." As I gaze at him, I caress my belly, which is slightly swollen. "Sorry, Mr. Falcone. This is no longer my duty." Salvatore most likely has forgotten that we've signed a contract when we first got married. The clause states that we will get divorced seven years later. Today is the third day before our contract comes to an end. I toss the marriage certificate and the pregnancy report into the shredder on the spot. In three days, my unborn baby and I will disappear from Salvatore's world permanently. This time, I will never look back.

Antes de que tuviera lugar la ceremonia de compromiso, mi prometido, Vincenzo Rizzi, hizo un anuncio formal en la cubierta de un barco de carga atracado en el nuevo puerto. Aparentemente, mi hermanastra menor, Sofia Russo, era quien se convertiría en su esposa legítima. Vincenzo tenía un brazo alrededor de la cintura de Sofia. Mientras permanecían de pie bajo el reflector, él le sonrió con ternura. —De acuerdo con las reglas de la mafia, solo aquellas que han recibido el reconocimiento de los ancianos principales podrán convertirse en la Madre de la familia. Las demás no son más que amantes y concubinas. Bajo las bendiciones de los ancianos de la familia, Vincenzo le dio a Sofia un collar de diamantes negros. Luego, intercambiaron votos entre ellos y quedaron comprometidos. Yo simplemente observé la ceremonia desarrollarse en silencio. Luego, hice una cita para un aborto. Había amado a Vincenzo desde que tenía 16 años. Ahora tengo 28, lo que significa que he estado enamorada de él durante 12 años. Sin embargo, tal parece que Sofia era la única a la que él había amado. En ese caso, elegí dejarlo ir de una vez por todas. Después de eso, viajé a una casa segura oculta ubicada en Sombral. Todo lo que le dejé a Vincenzo fue una carta en la que declaré la terminación de nuestro compromiso y un regalo de despedida. Pero el hombre, que nunca había mostrado preocupación por mí en todo este tiempo, terminó derrumbándose hasta el punto de no tener ni siquiera ánimo para ocuparse de los asuntos de su familia.

No dia em que a cunhada do meu marido, que morava sozinha, entrou em trabalho de parto, o meu marido me arrastou à força para o hospital para induzirem o meu parto, mesmo eu ainda estando só com sete meses de gestação. Ele me trancou na sala de parto, com a expressão tensa, e falou, desesperado: — Agatha Braga, o bebê que a Daise Diniz carrega tem uma doença raríssima. Se nascer assim, vai morrer logo que vier ao mundo. O médico disse que precisa do sangue do cordão umbilical e de células‑tronco especiais colhidas durante o parto pra salvar a vida dele! Meu irmão já morreu, eu tenho a obrigação de cuidar dela e da criança! Quando a agulha de dez centímetros para induzir o parto entrou no meu corpo, as contrações me rasgaram por dentro de um jeito que eu comecei a suar frio. No meio daquela dor, eu encarei o rosto dele e questionei, quase sem fôlego: — Eliel Paiva, a gravidez da Daise sempre correu bem. Como é que, de uma hora pra outra, o bebê dela tem uma doença tão rara? Eu é que precisei segurar a gravidez o tempo todo, e mesmo assim você quer que o nosso filho nasça antes da hora. Isso não é só acabar com a vida dele, é acabar com a minha também! Eliel franziu a testa, me segurou com força e me prendeu na cama do hospital: — Agatha, o médico já explicou. É só fazer o nosso filho nascer dois meses antes. Não vai acontecer nada com ele! Quando ele ouviu os gritos de dor da Daise na sala ao lado, pareceu se lembrar de alguma coisa. Me lançou um olhar cheio de desconfiança e disse: — Não vai me dizer que, só porque eu vivo cuidando da Daise, você quer aproveitar essa chance pra se livrar dela, né? Eu já te falei que só cuido dela por causa do meu irmão. Como é que você consegue ser tão cruel? Eu senti o sangue escorrendo por baixo de mim e comecei a chorar de desespero. Agarrei o pulso dele com o pouco de força que me restava e supliquei, com a voz quebrada, que, se ele poupasse o meu filho, eu aceitava o divórcio e deixava os dois livres pra ficarem juntos. Eliel me lançou um olhar impaciente, gelado, e respondeu: — Você está delirando. Eu sou o pai do nosso bebê. Como é que eu ia querer fazer mal pra ele? Quando o sangue do cordão umbilical do meu bebê e as minhas células‑tronco foram usados no bebê da Daise e o médico anunciou que mãe e filho estavam fora de perigo, só então o Eliel se lembrou de que também tinha uma esposa e uma criança esperando por ele em outra sala. Mas, quando ele empurrou a porta do meu quarto, não foi o choro do nosso bebê que encontrou. Sobre a cama, esperavam apenas dois pedaços de papel: as duas certidões de óbito: a minha e a do meu filho.

Durante cuatro años fui su secretaria y durante cuatro años calenté su cama. Lo sabía todo, desde los negocios de su familia hasta los secretos que me susurraba por las noches. Pero para él, yo no era más que un juguete al que podía recurrir cuando quisiera. En cuanto su primer amor, Sofía Costa, regresó al país, él me humilló sin pensarlo dos veces. La besó en una iglesia de Sicilia, me abandonó en una carretera, empapada por la lluvia con un corte de veinticinco centímetros en la pantorrilla, y luego me despidió con una frase fría y mordaz. Dijo que yo era alguien sin importancia, alguien a quien simplemente podía ignorar. Ella agitó el tulipán de peluche que él le había obsequiado delante de mí. —Yo soy la única a la que ama. Tú solo eras una sustituta. Mientras reconstruía mi vida en Northport y por fin encontraba algo de paz, este despiadado Don de la mafia se arrodilló frente a mi puerta, con los ojos rojos de emoción. —Elena, vuelve conmigo. Pateé su mano lejos con una sonrisa. —Tu supuesta devoción me repugna.

Aurelia Giliam is her name now, what her original was she can’t remember. Her past life comes back to her in a painful headache. She somehow got into the body of the villainess of an otome game she enjoyed playing. This villainess caused trouble left and right for the heroine. But in the end, she always ends up getting abandoned by her family and dying in the end with no one to mourn her death. Now she was this villainess. What shitty luck.This Novel may have some subject that may trigger some people so be cautiousCover made with Picrew - https://picrew.me/image_maker/41329

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.

“Did the condom really break all those years back or did you just want to baby trap me, Varian?” He looked at me, eyes freezing over, “I just did what time you would make sure you would never leave my side,” ••••••••••••• Varian and Thalia had been childhood sweethearts ever since they were little. He was the alpha son and she came from the Beta line, there's seemed like a perfect love story just waiting for its happy ending. That was until Thalia got a scholarship to go to Crescent University and pursue her dream of becoming a professional healer, it was supposed to mark the end of their relationship until another curveball was thrown at them–Thalia’s pregnancy. Her dream was eventually flushed down the toilet, exchanged for being an underappreciated glorified housewife with the title of Luna slapped across it. Varian had become distant over the years then the straw that broke the camel's back was when she found out that he had been cheating with her best friend, devastation claimed her. She demanded for a divorce and as if to punish her he made sure she was left with nothing more than the clothes on her back. One night she disappeared with her twins, and years passed. Varian came face-to-face with her again. The only woman who could cure a plague unlike any seen in a hundred years. He tried to win her back but now saw that their twins was calling another man ‘Daddy’

What happens when fate and chance come knocking with a blank slate, a minute after you just felt a car climb over you? Jason ignored her. He humiliated her. He let their daughter almost drown while he played father to his mistress’ child. But when Molly died, fate gave her a second chance. This time, she would no longer be the obedient wife. This time, she’ll expose him, starting with the secret that has the potential to unravel every single crafted plan: She’s carrying his best friend’s child.

After my girlfriend returns from a month-long business trip with her first love, she notices that I've changed. She sides with him to take over my project, but I don't quit in anger. Instead, I throw myself into helping him, even drafting proposals for him. She destroys the design I worked so hard on to help him snag the year-end bonus, yet I don't try to defend myself. I take all the blame and let her punish me however she likes. Even when she goes as far as to promote him to general manager against the rules, I don't get upset. I hand over all my shares, letting her distribute them as she wishes. My girlfriend wonders why I've suddenly become so submissive, while her first love just grins smugly. "See? I told you—giving him the cold shoulder works. Once he's afraid of losing you, he'll fall in line," he says. It clicks for my girlfriend. She smiles, tells me I've been good, and offers me a promotion. Then, she unexpectedly asks me to propose. But she doesn't seem to realize that while we weren't speaking, she has already signed my resignation papers. And I've already broken up with her. From this moment on, I sever all ties with her, and we no longer have anything to do with each other.

I came back to life. The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher. At his coronation. In front of thousands. Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick. For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after. This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave. He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage. He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application. I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity. When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?"