The Day He Became Ruthless

Three years into my arranged marriage with the Valachi family heir, the one that got away came back. He left me for Julia eight times. The ninth time, he left me bleeding on the side of the road with a gunshot wound to go running to Julia, who’d called him because she felt a little dizzy. "She needs me. You get that, right, Leona?" This time, I didn't fight for him. He didn't know about the bet I’d made with Julia. The ninth time he abandoned me, I would be the one to leave for good. So on his birthday, I left a set of signed divorce papers on his desk and got on a plane.

Charlotte's world shatters when her engagement to George ends in betrayal by her half-sister Eva. Seeking solace in the vibrant nightlife of Arcadia City, Charlotte, accompanied by her confidante Isabella, finds herself in the arms of Sebastian, whom she mistakes for a nightclub PR. Their passionate encounter leads to unexpected feelings. Meanwhile, George relentlessly pursues Charlotte, and Eva's jealousy intensifies. Charlotte later discovers that her one-night stand, Sebastian, is not just any nightclub employee but the CEO of a powerful conglomerate—and her ex's enigmatic uncle. As their complicated connection unfolds, Charlotte must confront her past and redefine her future amidst tangled family ties and societal expectations.

I'm not only ugly, I'm an idiot. Because, tell me, why would I think that the hottest guy at school would be interested in me? To make it even worse, he was dating my sister. My sister was perfect. She was the golden daughter—perfect at everything, beautiful. So why would I, in my right mind, think that Damien Salvatore would be interested in an ugly duckling like me? That was my first mistake. *** I couldn't believe Damien had just said that to me. Damien wanted me.... Me!? Inner squeal. He cupped my face and kissed me fiercely, catching me by surprise. My body sprang to life, answering to the need in his kiss until it became more, heated, too much. I tore away from him, shaking my head, even as my body throbbed with desire. “Wait...” Why was I stopping this? Am I an idiot? I have dreamt About this since forever.... I have never wanted anything so bad in my life. "Don't you want to kiss me??" He rasped out.

Nick Horden was the kind of man everyone in New York’s elite circles whispered about. He was rich, reckless, and a little unhinged. But for all his chaos, he only ever cared about one person: Lisa Winters, a girl with nothing to her name, the half-starved homeless girl he once pulled off the streets. From fifteen to twenty-five, he gave her everything. His love, his devotion, and every bit of tenderness a man like him was capable of. Then one day, another woman appeared. Nick said she was different. She had been through hell, fought her way back, and refused to break. And little by little, she took Lisa’s place…

"You can't walk away," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Not now." I never should've followed him. I knew it the second I saw his dark, predatory eyes lock onto mine across the bar. But I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn to him, to the danger simmering beneath his cool, controlled exterior. "One night," I told myself, "just one night." But it wasn't just a night. It was a raw, thrilling ride into darkness, where he took control in ways l'd never imagined. "Do you like it when I make you beg?" he growled, and I did. God, I did. By morning, I was tangled in his sheets, marked by his touch, my body still aching from the things he'd done to me. But when I opened my eyes and saw his face in the cold light of day, reality hit like a punch to the gut. The man l'd spent the night with, the one who made me surrender in every way possible, wasn't just a sexy stranger. He was a mafia kingpin-one of the most feared men in the city. And me? I'm the future district attorney, the one assigned to take him down. "You belong to me now," he said, his voice a deadly promise. And as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. But what happens when the lines between law and lust blur beyond recognition?

The ruthless mafia, the heir of the mafia family with dozens of hidden secrets behind a sassy smile and bleak obsession is a passionate model himself. His name is Alan Richards. He is highly educated and the most powerful who runs a production house and a modelling agency at the age twenty three. He is still the most popular model. The handsome man who walks proudly amongst the lovable crowd has a sharp obsession to gain whatever he wants but little did he understood that he was not capable of gaining the mob's love when it comes to entertainment industry. Miss Eva Green took over the top position amongst the great models and Alan takes the second position suddenly after a popular shoot of Eva. Alan who couldn't bear the position switch decided to destroy Eva. He manipulates her, threatens her and finally put her in a position when she had no choice but to kneel down in front of Alan. Alan, the merciless man who was now covered with sin was addicted to Eva's warmth. He was obsessed with her smooth hands around him and craves for her love. Alan is hesitant to let her go but somewhere deep inside him, he was aware that letting go was better for her..... Read the story to know whether he pushes her away or keeps her forever.

I was nine months pregnant when the Wolf Council sent a resource report to the Luna’s quarters. It listed my mate’s monthly distributions. For two years straight, my husband—the pack’s Alpha—had been secretly providing the same female wolf with territory access, protection, and supplies. Without missing a single month. The first record dated back to two years ago. The same month I lost my first pup. A notification appeared—A contact request. The note read: “A woman kept by an Alpha.” I was strangely calm, one hand rested on my swollen belly as I accepted. She messaged immediately. “You saw the report, didn’t you?” I didn’t reply, I opened her feed instead. The earliest post was dated April 21st, two years ago. A female wolf leaned against an Alpha’s chest. His face was cropped out—but the mark on his shoulder was clear. I recognized it instantly. My mate’s Alpha mark. The caption read: “Thank you for choosing me on my coming-of-age night.” April 21st. That was the night I lay bleeding in the healing room, losing my unborn pup. He had told me he was away on pack business. I kept scrolling. She trained freely in Alpha-only areas. Used resources reserved for the Luna. Was guarded as if she already belonged at his side. Every post carried the same message: He chose her. Pinned at the top was a medical report—She was pregnant—With the Alpha’s pup. I put the device down and returned to our bedroom. Then I received it—Photos. Videos. She sent them to me on purpose— to flaunt that the love I had once been so proud of had already rotted beyond repair. I sat down slowly, my pup shifting inside me, pain spreading through my chest. Only then did I understand—He had betrayed me completely. This kind of love—I don’t want it. This pack—I won’t stay in it. When my pup is born, I will leave—And I will take his heir with me. Let the Alpha search every territory, scour every border, tear the pack apart in regret— he will never find us.

"Let's cooperate." "You need money and I need a wife, we can help each other." Laura and Matthew were as different as night and day but his sudden offer brought them together. Laura was an unfortunate girl. Her parents left this world when she was young, she lived with her stepmother. So she had to struggle with borrowing money all the time. On the contrary, Matthew was an arrogant billionaire. In a tragic accident, his legs were injured and his temper was getting colder and worse. Marrying Matthew, the benefits would outweigh the harms. So she agreed. Would their marriage end when the contract ended or would love bloom and they would live happily ever after?

For five years, I was married to the heir of the Romano family, Italy's biggest crime family. Every night, he'd hold me and whisper, "Just give me an heir, and I'll give him the entire Romano empire." But I never got pregnant, and the Don's disappointment in me grew with every passing month. Until I found out my husband had been secretly swapping my folic acid for birth control pills. I was still reeling from the fury when I saw a post from his ex-girlfriend: an ultrasound photo. Her caption was sweet and smug: “Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can’t wait to meet the baby.” Seeing the flood of congratulations, my mind was made up. I found the contact info for my ex-boyfriend—the one who’d spent the last five years trying to get me back. I sent him a single text. 【Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.】

Agnes Cole, an ordinary barmaid got tricked into marrying Ethan Moore, only for his selfish interest, read to find out what happens.... "Don't you have any idea of who I am and what I can do to you?" He asked, clearly boiling in rage. "Well I do not care who you are and neither do I care to know." She answered him, adding to his anger. "Oh really?" Annoyance was clearly written all over his face. She humiliated him and even dared to compare his looks to others. Ethan was always used to having girls chase after him but this barmaid didn't even want to look at his face. The most torturing part of all this, was that she looked so seductively hot, that he couldn't stop himself. "I will have to make you care then," he lustfully placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to himself.