Ssbbw Echo

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

Everyone in New York knew I was the Godfather’s heart. Gavin Whitestone’s heart. He loved me for ten years. He’d fly into a rage if I so much as got a paper cut. But he’s the one who gave me these three scars. The first time, he pulled every doctor to treat Sofia, the girl who took a bullet for him, and ignored the shrapnel tearing into my side. The second time, he was drugged and fucking Sofia in his bed. When I walked in on them, he shoved me aside, desperately carrying her to the hospital. The third time, he took my father's last gift to me—a revolver—and gave it to a pregnant Sofia, just to make her smile. He told me, “It’s all for the baby. Once the baby is born, we’ll go back to how we were.” But this time, I didn't forgive him. I threw away every gift he ever gave me and vanished without a trace. And that’s when the untouchable Godfather finally broke.

My Alpha was gravely wounded in a battle with a rival pack. But I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t even flustered. I let him go, three thousand kilometers away, to be healed. Because in my past life, Damien got himself injured on purpose, all to give his healer mistress, Isla, a shot at glory. Worried sick about him, I forced our pack’s healers to treat him instead. But Isla lost her one shot at fame. Without it, she couldn't secure her place in any pack and eventually killed herself. Damien's life was saved, but he blamed me for her death. He poisoned me, leaving me to die in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right before Damien got hurt.

Aku sekarat di sudut gang setelah diserang keluarga rival. Suamiku, Dante, wakil pimpinan Keluarga Tanto ... berada di dalam mobilnya, malah memeluk adik perempuan sahabatnya. Dia menatapku dengan dingin, lalu berkata, "Biarkan saja dia. Dia bukan siapa-siapa." Setelah orang lain menyelamatkanku, aku berjalan pulang sendiri dengan tubuh berlumuran darah. Aku mendapati Dante sedang menggendong Sera, menenangkannya dengan cemas padahal yang dia alami hanya lutut tergores. Sedangkan darah yang menutupi seluruh pakaianku? Dia bahkan tidak mau melihatnya. Aku hanya berdiri menatap mereka. Tidak mengatakan apa-apa. Kemudian, aku pun mengeluarkan ponselku dan mengirim pesan pada ibuku. [ Ibu, aku mau pulang. ]

Por cinco anos, fui casada com o herdeiro da família Romano, a maior família criminosa da Itália. Todas as noites, ele me abraçava e sussurrava: — Só me dê um herdeiro, e eu lhe darei todo o império Romano. Mas eu nunca engravidei, e a decepção do Don comigo crescia a cada mês que passava. Até que descobri que meu marido vinha trocando secretamente meu ácido fólico por pílulas anticoncepcionais. Eu ainda estava em choque de raiva quando vi uma postagem da ex-namorada dele: uma foto de ultrassom. A legenda era doce e presunçosa: Dez semanas. Vincent disse que mal pode esperar para conhecer o bebê. Ao ver a enxurrada de felicitações, tomei minha decisão. Encontrei o contato do meu ex-namorado — o mesmo que passou os últimos cinco anos tentando me reconquistar. Enviei a ele uma única mensagem. [Dê-me um mês. Depois disso, eu vou com você.]

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

The sixth year I gave up my family, my name, everything, to be with Marcus. That’s when I found out I was just a stand-in for the one he could never forget. And now, she was back. I accepted my family’s arrangement. The marriage alliance. The day my engagement dress arrived at the office, Marcus looked pissed. “I thought we agreed we’d get married when my career was more stable.” I said nothing. But when the wedding invitation arrived, Marcus finally broke. The groom wasn't him. It was the heir to the Moretti family.

Lima tahun setelah pernikahanku dengan Reynald Dharmawangsa, penguasa Kota Segara, seluruh dunia mafia tahu bahwa dia mencintaiku lebih dari hidupnya sendiri. Dia bahkan menato bentuk biola khusus untukku tepat di samping lambang Keluarga Dharmawangsa, simbol kesetiaan yang katanya tak akan pernah bisa dihapus. Sampai aku menerima foto itu dari simpanannya. Seorang pelayan bar, telanjang di dalam pelukannya, kulit wanita itu dipenuhi lebam gelap, bekas hubungan kasar. Dan di samping tato biola yang dibuat Reynald untukku, perempuan itu menuliskan namanya sendiri. Dan suamiku … membiarkannya. "Reynald bilang, satu-satunya hal yang membuatnya masih merasa seperti lelaki adalah saat berada di dalam diriku. Kamu bahkan sudah tidak bisa membuatnya terangsang lagi, 'kan, Alyssa? Mungkin sudah waktunya kamu menyingkir." Aku tidak membalas. Aku hanya menelepon satu orang. "Aku butuh identitas baru dan tiket pesawat untuk pergi dari negeri ini."

When Zirelle woke up next to a half-naked stranger in a room dripping with luxury, she had no memory of how she got there—just a surge of panic in her chest and a towel wrapped around her body. The room was too pristine, too extravagant, and far too distant from the broken, desolate life she knew. Her first instinct? Run. But not before stealing his gold, his wallet… and the mysterious silver necklace hanging around his neck. She thought she was escaping to safety, back to the familiar chaos of her world. Instead, she ran straight into carnage. Returning home, she found her parents slaughtered and her own pack baying for her blood. As for the necklace she stole? It’s no ordinary trinket. And the man she stole it from? He’s not just wealthy or dangerous—he’s deadly. What Zirelle doesn’t know is that he’s far more than he seems. He’s the key to the truth she’s been running from her whole life. She thought she had left him behind. But by stealing from him, she’s unknowingly invited an even greater storm into her life. Now, he’s coming for her. And he won’t stop until he finds her.

The day I came of age, I had to honor the pact: marry a son of the Blackwood family. In my first life, I chose Julian, the man I’d loved for years. But after we were married, he treated me as nothing more than a tool for his pleasure and cheated on me with my adopted sister, Seraphina. They flaunted their affair right in front of me. In the end, they poisoned me, leaving me to die a bitter, hateful death. Reborn, when the Don Blackwood asked who I would choose for the marriage pact, I didn’t hesitate. I pointed to the sickly Damien. This time, I’d let Julian and Seraphina have each other. But this time, Julian was the one filled with regret.