Starlie Cheyenne Smith

At the Mafia Alliance Academy, reputation is the only currency—and mine was bankrupt in a single morning. One planted file, one flawless performance, and a few crocodile tears from Elena Rossi, the “fragile” scholarship student, were all it took. Overnight, I fell from the heights of the elite to a pariah branded a cruel bully. The ultimate betrayal? My fiancé, Luca Valenti—the future Don who once swore to be my blade—stood by her side, looking at me with nothing but cold contempt. They called me cruel. Entitled. A rich girl bullying someone who had nothing. What they didn’t know was that I could hear the venom dripping from Elena’s mind. While she played the victim, her thoughts laughed—mocking the Academy’s stupidity, sneering at how easily she had Luca wrapped around her finger. I stayed silent… until the Truth System awakened. Now I can broadcast her twisted thoughts to anyone I choose. And without hesitation, I linked her mind to Luca’s. So while Elena clings to his arm, crying about her “shattered dreams,” Luca hears everything— her plans to destroy his family, her contempt for his protection, and her disgust at being touched by him. The girl he chose is already tearing his world apart.

Princess Aurelia Valeon was never believed to be destined for the crown. However, with the abdication of her brother in favor of love, she was dragged back into the palace to fulfill a role she had never asked for. One night before heading back home, Aurelia made an impulsive decision with a stranger, never expecting to see him again- until he showed up at the palace as her appointed new personal knight, Cassian Draven. Their secret connection develops into a perilous affair that threatens to ruin Aurelia's reign. The royal council wants to marry her off to a nobleman they consider controllable-Lord Alistair Morcant wants to be powerful; Alistair's sister, Clara, however, is ready to spy, dig, and expose anything for it. When Clara clandestinely acquires proof of Aurelia's illicit affair, the ensuing scandal shakes the foundation of the kingdom. Cassian is accused, Aurelia's very throne is endangered, and she realizes that everyone is watching her every move. Right when everything seems to fall apart, Cassian's secret is discovered. He happens to be a lost son of a foreign king who has been hidden since childhood. That royal blood instantly changes the rules and Aurelia decides to use all her might to strike back. Power changes. Enemies are forged. Allegiances are forgotten. And a queen must truly discover what she is ready to risk for her true love.

« J'ai besoin de votre aide pour simuler un crash de jet privé, » ai-je dit calmement. « C'est le seul moyen pour moi de quitter Lucas Moreau. » Les gens disaient qu'il avait renoncé au trône de la Mafia pour moi. Ils l'appelaient l'homme qui avait troqué le pouvoir contre l'amour, l'héritier qui avait abandonné le sang et l'or pour épouser une serveuse des bas-fonds. Pendant des années, il a fait croire au monde en notre histoire. Il a bâti des empires à mon nom. Il m'envoyait des roses tous les lundis. Il a déclaré à la presse que j'étais son salut. Mais l'amour ne signifie pas toujours la loyauté. Pendant que je croyais encore à l'éternité, il construisait une seconde maison dans mon dos – une maison remplie de rires, de jouets, et des fils jumeaux qui ont hérité de ses yeux. La nuit où j'ai disparu, son empire a brûlé. Il a ravagé des villes, corrompu des gouvernements, et enterré des hommes vivants pour me retrouver. Mais au moment où il y est parvenu, j'étais déjà partie. Et la femme pour laquelle il était autrefois prêt à mourir ne l'aimait plus assez pour rester en vie.

Le jour qui aurait dû être celui de mon mariage — la mariée n'était pas moi. La cérémonie que j'avais attendue cinq ans est devenue une farce lorsque Valentina, ma sœur, a descendu l'allée de marbre vêtue d'une robe de mariée blanche. Son bras est passé sous celui de Luca — l'homme qui était censé m'attendre à l'autel. « Désolée, Bianca, » a-t-elle murmuré doucement. « Mais aujourd'hui, tu n'es plus la mariée. » Puis elle a touché son ventre, le regard brillant de triomphe. « Je porte l'enfant de Luca. » Ses mots ont explosé dans mon crâne, et le monde entier est devenu silencieux. Comme si elle craignait que je ne la croie pas, elle a levé vers la lumière un objet brillant. Une image échographique en noir et blanc. On y lisait clairement : Âge gestationnel — 12 semaines. Mes yeux se sont embués, la douleur des larmes a percé alors que je me suis tournée vers Luca, cherchant désespérément quelque chose — un déni, une explication, un regret. Mais il n'a fait que soupirer, las et résigné. « Bianca, je suis désolé, » a-t-il dit impuissant. « Valentina n'a plus beaucoup de temps. Ce mariage… c'était son dernier vœu. » « Je te compenserai, » a-t-il ajouté. « Nous pourrons faire un autre mariage plus tard. » Mon père, Moretti, s'est tenu derrière lui, arborant cette sévérité qu'il avait eue toute ma vie. Je ne l'ai jamais vu me sourire, pas même une fois. « Bianca, » a-t-il dit d'un ton tranchant, « Valentina est mourante. Laisse-lui ça. » Mon frère a hoché la tête sans prononcer un seul mot, comme si cela suffisait à être une réponse solide. Toute ma vie, ils l'avaient choisie, elle — ses larmes, ses caprices, ses besoins — plutôt que moi. Aujourd'hui, ça ne faisait pas exception. Quelque chose en moi s'est brisé silencieusement. Très bien. Si personne dans cette famille ne se soucie de moi, je partirai.

Four years of loving Marchello Enzo taught me one thing— it was finally time to let him go. He was the Don of the Marchello mafia empire. And I was supposed to become his Donna—his partner, his equal, the woman who stood at his side. But the moment his childhood sweetheart returned, radiant and adored, I understood something painfully simple: The title of Donna was never meant for me. It belonged to her. So before I walked away, I made three quiet decisions— First, I tossed the wedding ring he believed I treasured, and altered my million-dollar wedding dress to the measurements of the woman who had always held his heart. Second, I packed every extravagant gift he had ever given me—and donated them all to charity. They had once felt like proof of love; now they were nothing but proof of my foolishness. Third,I reclaimed a position I once abandoned for him—one I had turned down twice because he wanted me at his side. This time, I chose myself. My work. My life. A path that did not depend on his promises. On the day of his wedding, when he lifted the bride’s veil and realized it wasn’t me… the ruler of a billion-dollar underworld empire shattered. He tore the city apart looking for me— But he never found me. Because by then, I was already thousands of miles away, buried in my work, building the life he never believed I’d choose. I held the one secret he never imagined he’d lose: our child.

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

Four years of marriage. One signature—his own—that set me free, though he never realized what he was signing. I was Sophia Moretti, the invisible wife of James Moretti, heir to the city’s most powerful mafia family. But when his childhood sweetheart, the dazzling and privileged Vicky, returned, I finally understood: I had always been temporary. So I played my final move. I slid the papers across his desk—divorce disguised as routine university forms. James signed without a second glance, his fountain pen scratching across the page as carelessly as he'd treated our vows, without noticing he was ending our marriage. But I walked away with more than my freedom. Beneath my coat, I carried his unborn heir—a secret that could destroy him when he finally realized what he'd lost. Now, the man who never noticed me is tearing the world apart trying to find me. From his penthouse to the underworld's gutters, he's turning over every stone. But I'm not some trembling prey waiting to be found. I rebuilt myself beyond his reach—where not even a Moretti can follow. This time, I won't be begging for his love. He'll be begging for mine.

Part one: Hidden away, Brianna grows up not knowing what she is. Living a life thinking she was human when in fact, she is not only a werewolf but an alpha's daughter. A world that she is thrust into her senior year of high school when she shifts for the first time and finds her mate, the new heartthrob in school. Or should we say a rogue wolf with terrible luck with pack wolves? The two young wolves are faced with not just one pack but two when Brianna's pack comes for her only hours before a rival pack finds her. Part two: Given away at birth, Alison is unaware of her true parentage. Though in a loving family, life seems to not be in her favor. While on a family vacation, they are attacked. Hidden away, both her parents are killed, leaving Alison in the hands of humans. Sent to live in a foster home. She is labeled a difficult child and is moved from home to home until her sixteenth birthday. The day she shifts for the first time and is attacked by her foster father. With her wolf's help, Alison protects herself before anything bad can happen. Well, other than the death of her foster father. Leading to her spending years in a human prison. With her time served, she is released only to find herself being taken by a wolf pack. While in the hands of her abductors, she finds her mate. Only to find he has already chosen another. Broken, she finds a way out, running free as her wolf for a long time until she stumbles upon a stranger who takes her in and becomes her chosen mate.

— Preciso da sua ajuda para forjar a queda de um jato particular — eu disse calmamente. — É a única maneira de eu conseguir deixar Luca Moretti. As pessoas diziam que ele havia renunciado ao trono da Máfia por minha causa. Chamavam ele do homem que trocou o poder pelo amor, o herdeiro que abandonou sangue e ouro apenas para se casar com uma garçonete das favelas. Durante anos, ele fez o mundo acreditar em nós. Ele construiu impérios sob o meu nome. Ele me enviava rosas toda segunda-feira. Ele dizia à imprensa que eu era a sua salvação. Mas amor nem sempre significa lealdade. Enquanto eu estava ocupada acreditando no para sempre, ele estava construindo um segundo lar pelas minhas costas. Um lar cheio de risadas, brinquedos, e filhos gêmeos que tinham os seus olhos. Na noite em que desapareci, o império dele queimou. Ele devastou cidades, subornou governos, e enterrou homens vivos apenas para me encontrar. Mas, quando ele fez isso eu já tinha partido. E a mulher por quem ele um dia morreria não o amava mais o suficiente para permanecer viva.

Vier Jahre Ehe. Eine Unterschrift – seine eigene –, die mich befreite, obwohl er nie begriff, was er da unterschrieb. Ich war Sophia Moretti, die unsichtbare Ehefrau von James Moretti, dem Erben der mächtigsten Mafiafamilie der Stadt. Doch als seine Kindheitsliebe, die blendende und privilegierte Vicky, zurückkehrte, verstand ich endlich: Ich war immer nur eine Übergangslösung. Also spielte ich meinen letzten Zug. Ich schob die Papiere über seinen Schreibtisch – eine Scheidung, getarnt als Routineformulare der Universität. James unterschrieb, ohne auch nur einen zweiten Blick darauf zu werfen. Seine Füllfeder kratzte so achtlos über das Papier wie er einst unsere Eide behandelt hatte – ohne zu merken, dass er damit unsere Ehe beendete. Doch ich ging mit mehr als nur meiner Freiheit. Unter meinem Mantel trug ich seinen ungeborenen Erben – ein Geheimnis, das ihn vernichten würde, wenn er begreift, was er verloren hat. Jetzt reißt der Mann, der mich nie beachtet hat, die Welt auseinander, um mich zu finden. Vom Penthouse bis in die finsteren Ecken der Unterwelt wälzt er jeden Stein um. Aber ich bin keine zitternde Beute, die darauf wartet, gefunden zu werden. Ich habe mich jenseits seiner Reichweite wieder aufgebaut – an einem Ort, an dem nicht einmal ein Moretti folgen kann. Diesmal werde ich nicht um seine Liebe flehen. Er wird um meine flehen.