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3.0M·RV.ElliottAva Mendez...Smart, sweet and one of the most loyal girls you will ever meet. After just having graduated from medical school becoming a qualified doctor Ava was looking for a job. Living at home with her mom 23 year old Ava was bored. All her life Ava was always buried in a book, her school work always came first and now with her having made her dream come true she was moving onto bigger things. Ava always felt something was missing in her life, had been since she was 7 years old. Her father. Frances 'Franko' Mendez president of the infamous Devils Due motorcycle club (mother chapter). Franko is a powerful and dangerous man who ruled over all Devils Due worldwide. He is highly respected but mostly feared by other MCs.Follow Ava through her journey of being thrust into a world where she doesn't belong. Ava was in search for her father but what she didn't expect to find in a club full of criminals was love.
Betrayed by My Alphas, Now I’m the Vampire Bride
2.0K·AnswerI was the only she-wolf in the pack with two mates—a pair of twin Alphas, Kael and Kieran. They adored me, loved me, and would shift into wolf form just to carry me on their backs. Until a healer named Sera arrived at the pack, with a pup in tow. My mates started coming home smelling like her. After one fight, Kael severed our mate bond without a second thought and walked away. Kieran held me close, swearing he'd never leave—even as Sera's scent clung heavier and heavier to his skin. I didn't dare confront him. Not until I saw Kieran step out of Sera's cottage with claw marks of pleasure raked across his back. My soul ripped in two. I turned and ran, straight to my Alpha father's house. "Father, the marriage alliance with the vampires—let me be the one to go."
Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player
39.0K·Miss AnonymousZane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.
The Mafia's Nanny
7.0K·Um_royhan Emilia’s world is crumbling—her brother is in desperate need of a kidney transplant, and she’s sold everything to keep him alive. She’s on the verge of loosing it all when something unexpected happens at the hospital. Mistaken for the mother of a mafia lord’s daughter, Emilia’s life does a 180 turn.. Alaric Castillo, cold and commanding, demanded she became his daughter’s nanny, and she agreed—on one condition. He’ll pay for her brother’s surgery. A tight bond forms between Emilia and the child. But the more time she spends with Alaric, the more she discovers a side of him that’s buried beneath layers of control and power. What started as a reluctant partnership soon became something deeper, but in a world ruled by secrets and enemies, love is a dangerous game. Caught between her past, her present with Alaric, and the deadly feud that is trying to ruin them all, Emilia must decide—will she fight for her heart or walk away from the only family she’s ever known?
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
589·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin
4.0K·Sophie AbouNerdy Teyana had a big crush on the most popular boy in her high school—Jeremy Carter. But he never noticed her. During his final year high school party, Teyana was dared to kiss the hottest guy in the room, and she kissed Jeremy. She freaked out and panicked. She ran from the party and never saw Jeremy again. Fast forward to a year later, her mother got remarried to a billionaire tycoon, and she was forced to meet her stepbrother whom her mother had said a lot about—dangerous, wild, and arrogant. A second year Stanford student and biker with a dark edge. She was totally shocked to realize that the infamous stepbrother was her hot high school crush which she never stopped crushing on. Jeremy Carter. They both pretended not to have history. At a party Teyana’s bestfriend, Carol Rivers invited her to, Jeremy was a guest and happened to be best of friends with the celebrant, Chris Dales. Jeremy pretended not to see Teyana while he responded to her friend’s greeting. But his attention was piqued when his eyes caught his villainous biker rival—Zayne Greyson taking interest in his stepsister. Teyana later realized that Jeremy left early. Feeling unsettled about the tension between them, she decided to go home to talk it out with him since they were going to be seeing each other for a long time now that they were stepsibling. But on getting home and checking on him in his room, she discovered a covered secret painting of her naked. It changed Teyana’s perception all over as she got to know about his obsession of her. Jeremy entered and caught the painting in her hand. One thing let to another. Teyana got to know that Jeremy had gotten to see her secret notes, where she wrote down all her hidden fantasies with him. Jeremy didn’t let her leave his room. He warned her against Zayne. They kissed and got really messy. The moment exploded. They had a wild, dominant first sexual encounter—she lost her virginity to him. This moment between them ignited their forbidden flame. They went for a motorcycle ride together and Teyana was so happy, but her momentarily was shattered when they got home and met a girl named Bianca who jumped into Jeremy’s arms and kissed him. Jeremy introduced Teyana as his stepsister and Bianca as his fiancé. Teyana was heartbroken because she realized that she was already in love with Jeremy.
The Godfather's Blood-Stained Betrayal
2.0K·-On our third anniversary, I activated my plan to fake my own death. At dinner, he told his men in Italian: "She's so obedient, she won't cause trouble." He never knew I understood every single word. As the mafia don's "trophy wife," I had long discovered his mistress and the high heel she deliberately left in my home. I refused to endure it any longer. Ten days from now, only the gun he custom-made for me and a pool of blood will remain on the seaside cliff. Don, those ninety-nine times you said you loved me—I don't want them anymore.
I Become A CEO After Divorce
339.0K·River BatesThey had been married for five years. She is thinking that one day he will fall in love with her. But she didn't expect that he would not only divorce her, but also fall in love with his first love! She signed the divorce agreement and left the house, breaking off with him. But when she only wants to make money for her career, he just want to chase her. She looked at the man who appeared in front of her again and again for various reasons, "Do you remember that we are divorced?" The man handed the marriage certificate to her, "No, you are still my wife."
He Thought I'd Stay
2.0K·AnswerRyan slid the divorce papers across the desk like they were nothing. Like they were a napkin. A receipt. Something disposable. "Sign it," he said. "Just for show. To keep her interested." I looked down at the papers. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. My name. His name. Three years reduced to two lines of print. I gripped the hem of my dress and nodded. Then I picked up the pen and signed. Quietly. Cleanly. Without a single word. As I stepped out of his office, I heard his friend laugh from across the room. "God, she's too obedient. You think if you asked her to remarry you, she'd just... do it?" Ryan lit a cigarette. I heard the click of his lighter—that familiar sound I'd spent three years listening for in the dark. "Wanna bet?" "On what?" "One month." He exhaled. "She'll be at the courthouse, crying her eyes out, handing over that marriage certificate with both hands." A burst of laughter. "I'll take that bet. What's the prize?" "Drinks. All of them. For a month." More laughter. Someone said easy money. Someone else said she'll crawl back before two weeks. I stood in the hallway and didn't move. My phone buzzed. One new message. An unfamiliar number—but I knew who it was. We'd been talking for two years, always through different channels, always careful. 【You could just marry me instead. Is that so impossible?】 I stared at the words. Inside, Ryan's friends were still laughing. Still betting. Still so certain they knew exactly what I would do. I typed one word. 【Okay.】
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
2.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
My Mafia Husband Betrayed Me for a Flower Girl
161·MoralesSeven years after my divorce from Dante Caruso, I ran into him in a flower shop. He was there buying flowers for his pregnant wife. I was only there because it was raining. After a few awkward seconds, we greeted each other like strangers, pretending there wasn’t a whole graveyard of hatred standing between us. Dante asked how I’d been all these years. I told him I was doing well. Then, just as we were about to part, he suddenly said— “Elena… you look different now.” I smiled, but I didn’t answer. There was nothing different about me. I just didn’t love him anymore.
Oops! I Sexted My Boss On New Year's Eve
1.0K·Bella Silva“You can stand there and deny it all you want,” he said huskily in my ear. “But I know how drenched you were that night. Your tight little p*ssy? It was calling my name, baby.” “You’re insane! I never wanted you!” I gritted out, hating how weak I sounded. Hating how my arms suddenly didn’t have the strength to push him away. How there was a part of me that truly wanted him, despite everything. “Keep denying it,” he murmured, eyes darkening. “It just makes me more eager to bend you over my desk and f*ck that attitude right out of you.” *** When executive assistant Alice Rhodes sent her arrogant and insufferable boss, Theodore Linden-Hawthorne, a sext during the company’s New Year’s party, her life turned completely upside down. She lost everything: her fiancé, her family, and her best friend, all because of one embarrassing mistake. To make matters worse, Theodore seemed incapable of staying away from her, and Alice was horrified to realize that the feeling was slowly starting to become mutual. But this attraction between them came at a price. Alice and Theodore came from two completely different worlds. Their attraction was forbidden and frowned upon by everyone around them. Would their love survive vengeful exes, juicy scandals, hidden secrets, and unexpected surprises?
My Ex's Father My Obsession
792·Njerii writesCaitlyn Clarke was a woman of logic. A dedicated therapist, a loving girlfriend, and a believer in control—until she found her boyfriend in a compromising position with his bodyguard. Betrayed and disillusioned, she threw herself into work, determined to move on.Her next assignment? Conduct a psychological evaluation of Vladislav Mikhailov, a notorious Russian Pakhan imprisoned at BlackRidge Penitentiary. The job was supposed to be simple: assess his mental state and determine if he was fit for release.But Mikhail isn’t just another criminal. He’s a king in a cage. A predator in waiting. And from the moment Caitlyn steps into his cell, he decides she belongs to him.He toys with her, pushing past her professional boundaries with his sharp mind and even sharper words. He reads her like an open book, unraveling the parts of herself she’s tried to keep locked away. And worst of all? He makes her want things she has no business wanting.
Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend
2.0K·Bella Silva“My brother would kill you, Roman. Hell, I shouldn’t even be here!” He moves closer, blocking the exit. “He’s not here, and you’re not telling me to stop, Nikki. So, why don’t we stop lying to each other and admit the truth?" I glare at him. My heart’s slamming against my chest. “Which is what exactly?” A wicked smirk curves his lips. “That we want each other. Always have. No matter how badly we shouldn’t.” *** Ten years ago, I almost kissed the one guy I should’ve stayed away from, my brother’s best friend, Roman Hayes. But then he vanished from our lives and has somehow become the person my brother hates the most. I haven’t seen him in years. The last place I expect to find him is at a high-end gala where I’m meeting potential sponsors for my charity, dressed in a ridiculously expensive suit and reeking of sin—and somehow, he might be the answer to all my prayers. But there’s a catch: I’m not supposed to be anywhere near him, and the moment our eyes lock, I know I’ve made the biggest mistake of my entire life. He’s my brother’s ex-best friend, after all, and there’s a spark between us that’s never been extinguished, and a truth neither of us wants to admit. But some truths are darker than I could have possibly imagined, and some games are too wicked and wild to be entertained. This man might just destroy my life in ways I never saw coming… And the worst part? I’ll enjoy every second of it.
Scarred Heart: A Mafia Revenge
365·-Three years into our marriage, I overheard my husband on the phone: "That useless woman—if she can't bear a son, just dispose of her." He didn't know I was still clutching today's positive pregnancy test in my hand. His mistress sent me a screenshot of a bank transfer, the note reading: "To my true love." At the gala, she flaunted my work in my face. He slapped me in public and locked me in the basement. The night of the shootout, he shielded her with his life as they fled. I clutched my bleeding belly and crawled into the forest. Just wait, mafia don. I'll send you to hell with my own hands.
No Roses Left to Burn
20.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
On My Wedding Day, I Married the Don’s Deadliest Enemy
68·-I was Elara Ricci. The don's daughter. The woman Nico Ferrante flew across an ocean ninety-nine times just to watch from the street below her window—and I called it love. He spent five years building a replacement while I was gone. And when I came home to nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses with my name on every card, I walked straight into the most carefully arranged humiliation of my life. He let them hit me at my own welcome-home dinner. He stood in the room while his soldiers put me on the floor. And when three men had me blindfolded in a warehouse and called him for ransom—he told them they had the wrong woman. So I made one call. To the man who'd been waiting. And then I got married. Nico knelt on my father's floor and took ninety-nine strokes just to ask where I'd gone. The answer was: somewhere he couldn't follow. Some men only understand what they had after they've destroyed it themselves.
Broken Vows: A Mother’s War for Blood and Power
387·-I was the perfect corporate wife. His strategic advisor turned devoted mother. But the day I discovered my four-year-old son wasn't mine, my world shattered into a thousand pieces. My husband—the man who signed our prenup before the board—had switched our newborn with his mistress's child. And my real son? Dumped with a trafficking ring. Tortured. Broken. Left to die. They thought I'd crumble. They were wrong. I tore through the underground world with nothing but rage and a mother's love, using every connection until I found him. Now I'm done being someone's wife. Done playing second. I'm taking what's mine—the children, the company, the empire. They call me CEO Victoria Voss now. And anyone who stands in my way? They'll learn why I was the corporation's most feared negotiator before I ever became a bride. Some contracts are signed in ink. Mine was broken. Now I'll write my own legacy—over the ruined careers of everyone who hurt my child. Blood Oath Broken—When a mother's love meets a corporate titan's fury, empires fall.
Horny Wives Revenge (erotica)
3.0K·astarrWARNING: STRICTLY FOR ADULTS ABOVE 21+..This book contains first hand accounts and stories of horny loving wives and their sluttiness, betrayal and revenge. It includes wild tales, adventures and fantasies of sexy wives ever written and compiled in one book! Get ready for some crazy pleasure here. Enjoy..
Reborn Luna
2.0K·Lino“ …if you ever loved me… please…don’t…” “The crown had decreed justice by measure for measure.” His strong fingers secured my chin, then he poured the amber liquid into my eyes. It feels like my eyes are being carved out from the inside. The world goes black. ***A conspiracy, Hope went from Luna to criminal. Hope is the daughter of Clinton, Alpha of the Blue Rock Wolf Pack. At 18, Hope became the fated mate of Keith, the son of the Alpha of the neighboring Lotus Pack. They fell in love and got married. Three years later, Hope and Keith were invited to attend a banquet held by the Alpha King’s daughter, Princess Lilith. During the event, Princess Lilith fell down the stairs and became blind. Hope was accused of being the culprit. Keith gouged out Hope’s eyes, and she died accidentally. Hope is reborn at the age of 18. Can she still accept Keith as her mate?
