The Traitor

Matteo Ricci had been Don of the family for a few months now powerful, feared, and unshakably loyal to his family. His marriage to an Irish bride was meant to solidify the alliance between the Riccis and the O’Connells. The Irish believed they had chosen his future wife: Isolde O’Connell, raised and groomed for the role. But Matteo never intended to marry her. He chose Ciara O’Connell instead—the quiet daughter, the overlooked one, the girl the Irish never considered worthy of a Don. His family supported the choice from the beginning, but the O’Connells were blindsided. And Isolde? She was humiliated. Now, as Ciara steps into her new life beside Matteo, the alliance trembles. Isolde’s jealousy turns deadly, and Ciara quickly realizes the truth: someone inside the villa wants her gone. When subtle attempts on her life begin, Matteo and Ciara work together to expose the traitor without igniting a war between their families. To protect Ciara, Matteo must navigate political deception, family expectations, and a hidden enemy who believes Ciara stole the life she deserved. But Matteo didn’t choose Ciara out of obligation—he chose her out of conviction. And he will destroy anyone who threatens her. In a world built on loyalty, power, and blood, Matteo Ricci will fight to keep the woman he chose… even if it means tearing the alliance apart to save her life.

On my wedding day, my mafia fiancé, Ryder Conti, had his men bar me from the church. Instead, he walked down the aisle with another woman on his arm. He shrugged at me through the iron gates. "Emilia, the Contis need an heir, and Carmela is carrying a Rossi." "Once I use the Rossi influence to solidify my position in the Family, I'll divorce her. You'll still be my woman." Everyone thought I would obediently nod and wait for him to come back. For ten years, I had loved him more than life itself, even cutting ties with my family for him. That very night, I boarded a private jet to Sicily to accept an arranged marriage with the Godfather of the Vettori family. From then on, I vanished without a trace from Ryder Conti's world. Three years later, I returned to New York with my husband and child to deal with a traitor in the Family. Zayn had some last minute business, so he sent his men to collect me. I never expected to see a face from my past. Ryder looked at me with a smirk. "Had enough fun out there? Since you've come crawling back, this is perfect. Carmela's son needs a cook. You can do the job." Wait, he just called me, the most respected Donna in the underworld, the cook?

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

I sold my soul to the devil for revenge. Now, I'm carrying his heir. For years, I watched from the shadows as Damien Sterling—the billionaire who crushed my father's company and drove him to his grave —built his empire on our ruins. I was just his quiet, invisible secretary then. Now, I'm a woman transformed, with a new face, a new name, and a single, burning purpose: to make him fall in love with me and then shatter his world. The plan was perfect. Our "accidental" meeting, the whirlwind romance, the night of passion I orchestrated to seal his obsession. It worked too well. The cold, untouchable Damien Sterling looked at me like I was his redemption, and he asked me to be his wife. I said yes. But I have two secrets. One: I am pregnant with his child. Two: On our wedding day, I will publicly reveal his crimes and leave him in ruins. But every tender touch, every whispered confession of his love, feels like a brand on my soul. The monster I vowed to destroy is becoming the man I dream of. And now, the revenge I craved feels like a prison, and my heart is the traitor I never saw coming. How can I destroy the man who holds my future in his hands? And what will he do when he discovers the vengeful bride carrying his secret heir ?

I tried to get away from him. “Running away, I see," he sneered as he crawled on top of me. "You must fulfil your duty as my Luna. you are no longer a church maid, Rosaria. " He grabbed my legs as he spread them apart. "You will be rewarded with my seed, and you would reach the ecstacy just to be filled." "But I didn't want this! I only wanted to be pure!" "You were never pure to begin with. Not as long as you are born in this accursed pack." ========= Hati, the Sun God and one of the sons of the Great Wolf, Fenrir. I have devoted my life to his church, and I will live the rest of my life serving him. I don’t need a mate. After all, I will become an official nun soon. Every wolf looks down on me, claiming me as the “traitor” for worshipping a god who tried to eat the Moon Goddess. And I am perfectly fine in the vicinity of the holy place. Until “HE” arrived. “The seer received the Moon Goddess’ answer. You are my fated mate.” “W-What?” My mind probably stopped at that moment, slowly processing what he had just said. “It’s a calling. Bear me a child who can rule over the pack.” I was supposed to become a nun. Lord Varick, the alpha leader and the one who despises Hati, came right before my ordination—And changed my life for the worse. (MATURE CONTENT R18+)

At the class reunion, Grace Sullivan grabs me and tears into me with vicious lies. "She's an exiled Rogue who slept her way to the top with the director, Damian Pierce! My father's bed at the clinic? She spread her legs for it!" She slaps me across the face, rallying others to join the beating. Finally, she stomps down hard on my hand, the one gripping the scalpel, crushing the bones. Ethan Carter just stands there watching, cold and unmoved. He doesn't lift a finger to stop her. The pain sends tremors through my entire body, but I scream right back at her. "You're just jealous that I'm the better healer, that Ethan chose me over you, so you made up filthy lies to destroy me! "I'm a healer. Right now, your father is dying, and I'm the one who can save him. You want to stop me? Then get ready to plan his funeral." That's when my father, Damian, storms in and roars the truth for everyone to hear. "She's my daughter! Everything she has, she earned!" With my shattered hand, I push through the pain and charge into the operating room anyway. I'm not just saving a life tonight. I'm making sure the liar and the traitor both pay the price they deserve.

Led by my ex-boyfriend, the police raid the base of the major crime syndicate. The antagonist takes his own life, and the only person who could prove my identity as a top-secret undercover operative died two weeks ago. My ex-boyfriend drags me into court. He wants my memories extracted so I can face public judgment and sentencing. Nevertheless, I have no intention of explaining myself. "I plead guilty. Grant me a swift death." The masses are outraged, despising me with every fiber of their being. "Ha! You despicable traitor! You monster! You're a rat who exposes undercover journalists, yet you dare ask for a swift death? "This is the world of a novel. The maximum penalty for a guilty plea is euthanasia, but if judgment is passed by the court, you will suffer endless torment until your last breath!" "You don't deserve euthanasia. You belong in hell!" Rotten eggs and stones pelt me mercilessly. Even with my face now covered in blood, I make no effort to avoid the assaults. I only longed for death. My ex-boyfriend glares at me coldly. "You betrayed me. What right do you have to ask for a swift death? Your memories must be extracted and judged in court. Death will come only after your torment!" They are the ones who demand my memories be extracted and judged, yet after seeing them, why are they also the ones who go mad with regret?

Ophelia, the daughter of Ryan and Avery, was the only survivor of the attack on the moonshine pack in the southern region. Losing her entire pack made her a Lone wolf. Hated and despised by her own kind. Her father made a request when their pack was attacked. She was to find her uncle and deliver a message. Which inadvertently sends her on a journey to the north. Ophelia had always wanted to be free, to make her own choices and experience human love, not a forced bond. She wanted to love on her own terms, but nature had set her on a different course. During this journey, Ophelia discovers that she is mated to the Monarch, and it is her second shot at life. As if playing a cruel joke on them, nature paired a Lonewolf with the Monarch, a man with no tolerance for weakness, to a woman born from an ordinary wolf. A woman who did not even want a mate. Ophelia cannot morph into her wolf until she fully remembers who she is. Her body has to merge with her soul to trigger the transformation process; she is set on a quest to remember. She uncovers secrets she discovered in her past life, and with the help of Aaron, her mate, they unravel the mystery behind the existence of the half-bloods and identify the traitor in their ranks. Together, they save humanity from the torment brought to them by the half-bloods, rescue the captured wolves, and avenge their fallen heroes (her parents). They bring order back to the world. Proving that love can be found in the most unusual of places.

She was sent to destroy him. She never expected to fall for him. Nora is sent to infiltrate the ruthless DiFronzo crime family and steal something that has been taken from the government a long time ago by the DiFronzo family as an act that will dismantle their empire and avenge the only father figure she ever had. Disguised and deadly, she slips into their world on the night Robert DiFronzo is crowned the new mafia boss. The heist is flawless. The escape? A disaster. When a brutal series of murders shakes the underworld, all signs point back to the DiFronzos. Determined to uncover the real mastermind, Nora takes on a new identity as a bodyguard to Robert’s kidnapped sister. But the deeper she dives, the harder it becomes to see Robert as just another enemy. He is ruthless yet fiercely loyal, a man trapped in a bloody legacy he never asked for. And against every rule she’s ever followed, she starts to fall for him. Then Robert announces his engagement to someone else. Betrayed and broken, Nora walks away. But the past is not done with her. A deadly conspiracy forces her back into the shadows, where the only way to end the bloodshed is to take down the real villain before he takes any other life. With enemies closing in, secrets unraveling, and bullets flying, Nora exposes the true traitor behind the murders who is willing to kill for its own gain. For fans of high-stakes romance, deception, and jaw-dropping twists, Agent 64 delivers an unforgettable ride where love and danger collide in the deadliest of ways.

My husband of five years turned out to be the long-lost heir of the Rhys mafia family. On the day he was brought back into the family, he took our son by the hand and walked toward a million-dollar luxury car with Isla, his childhood sweetheart. Then, frowning slightly, he said to me, “Hazel, I’m only taking Isla and our son with me. You stay here for now. Once I’ve secured my footing in the Rhys family, I’ll come back for you.” I nodded calmly and accepted his arrangement without protest. I knew that even if I forced my way back with him, it wouldn’t end well. In my previous life, I cried and insisted on going with him. Left with no choice, Sam brought me back to the family. However, it wasn’t long before Isla framed me, accusing me of leaking the Rhys mafia family's secrets. According to family rules, I was sentenced to death. When the verdict was carried out, my son shouted at me with reddened eyes. “I hate you! If you hadn’t insisted on coming back, I wouldn’t have had a traitor for a mother! I would’ve had a better mom a long time ago!” In that instant, my heart gave out. Reborn to the moment before my husband reclaimed his identity, I chose to let go without hesitation this time, no longer standing in the way of the happiness he and our son wanted.