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Miracle Twins: CEO's Mad Love for His Wife
326.0K·IrisFive years ago, Deanna was schemed by her fiancé and step-sister, and spent a night with a stranger, causing her mother to commit suicide. Her father, ashamed of her, then expelled her from the house. Five years later, Deanna returned with twins and remarkable medical skills, attracting countless people from high society. A highly respected chairman said, "My grandson is young and promising, handsome and elegant. You are very suitable for each other. I hope Dr. Deanna can marry and bring the children." Suitor 1 said, "Dr. Deanna, I have long admired and loved you. I hope you can give me a chance and let me be a stepfather to your children, I will treat them as my own." Suitor 2 said, "Dr. Deanna is mine, no one should compete with me!" It wasn't until the big boss of the Mercer family stepped forward and declared, "Dr. Deanna is my wife, and the twins are my flesh and blood. Whoever dares to challenge, come and try!"
The Return of the Despised Wife
1.0K·S. MejiaFor three years, Clara poured her soul into being the perfect wife to the enigmatic and cold billionaire, Alexander Montenegro. She silently endured the cruel humiliations of her mother-in-law and the constant shadow of Valeria, her husband's first love. Clara believed that with patience and devotion, she would eventually win Alexander's heart. But that illusion turned to ashes on the night of a tragic accident. When Alexander was forced to choose whom to save from danger, he did not hesitate to rush to Valeria, leaving his wife behind. In that instant, amidst sirens and pain, Clara's heart did not break; it turned to ice. From a cold hospital bed, she signed the divorce papers and vanished without a trace, taking with her her dignity and a hidden talent. Two years later, fate brings them face to face once again. Clara has returned, but she is no longer the submissive young woman who begged for crumbs of attention. Now she is C. Laurent, an internationally renowned designer—empowered, brilliant, and dazzlingly unattainable. Alexander, tormented by the void she left behind and realizing the mistake he made, discovers that the brilliant mastermind his empire desperately needs to sign a vital contract with is none other than his ex-wife. Obsessed with winning her back, he will soon realize that the new Clara is not willing to back down. The man who was used to having the world bow at his feet will have to face the implacable queen he himself forged, only to discover that forgiveness comes with a very high price: his own pride.
Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex
33.0K·Page SlayerTo save her dying son, she must break every rule—and return to the ruthless Don who ruined her. Four years ago, Don Luciano rejected Rosa, believed a lie, and banished his arranged bride without a single dime. He didn't know she was pregnant. He didn't care to ask. Now, Rosa is back in Italy. She isn't the quiet, desperate girl who waited by the door anymore. She has a dying child to save, a stolen empire to reclaim, and a dangerous game to play. Luciano thinks she’s returned as a woman for hire. He thinks he can buy her, possess her, and keep her tied to his bed. And when the truth behind their past—and the secret child in her arms—finally comes to light, the ruthless Don will be brought to his knees. But Rosa isn't the only one hiding something. Buried deep within Luciano's heart is a secret so dangerous that, if revealed, it could destroy all of their lives beyond repair. He threw her away. Now, he’ll burn the world to keep her. _ ⚠️ DARK ROMANCE CONTENT WARNING This is a very dark mafia romance intended for mature readers (18+). It contains a morally gray anti-hero, obsession, possessiveness, emotional manipulation, BDSM, and explicit sexual content. If you crave danger, obsession, and morally complicated passion, this dark romance will grip you—but reader discretion is strongly advised.
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex Husband!
5.0K·N.For five years, Elara was the "peasant" wife—the woman who gave Shawn a kidney to save his life and received nothing but cold indifference and his family's contempt in return. Behind her dutiful-housewife mask hid the world's most feared cybersecurity genius and the secret heiress to a global empire. She stayed anyway. For love. For the family she still hoped they'd become. But hope dies in a cold swimming pool. Shawn shoves his pregnant wife into the water to save his drowning mistress. Elara wakes in a hospital bed with an empty womb and nothing left to lose. When Shawn comes to discard her for the woman he chose, what he finds instead are five of the most powerful men alive, standing where his weeping wife used to be—Elara's brothers. The peasant is dead. The predator just woke up. Now Shawn's empire is bleeding out under a cyberattack no one can trace, and the man who threw her away can't stop chasing the woman he created. But Elara has already chosen a man who never made her prove she was worth keeping.
Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet
22.0K·Havilworth“Sign them. Now!” He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. “You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?” **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren’t enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor’s one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.
My Ex-wife, My Destination
30.0K·Mehaklovely “Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak. “That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. “Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** “Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”
Puck Me, Stepbrother
3.0K·Jane MelodyBryson POV Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes. He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met. He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood. But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way. Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe. I hate him. I want him. And I'm pretty sure he knows it. Julian's POV I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt. Bryson Miller. Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed. I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good. Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about. I thought that was complicated enough. Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..
I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
409.0K·prefer_not_to_sayIn the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-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.
Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master
4.0K·Einah PetsNewly married and over the moon, Sienna inks her husband’s name on her lower back. A permanent gesture for a forever union, right? Wrong. Five years later, in the throes of a messy divorce, she is back to the tattoo shop to get a coverup tattoo. But she doesn’t expect to find that her tattoo artist is the hottest man alive — and he has been waiting for her. He is Gavin Kessler, the Tattoo Master. Tough on the outside, tougher on the inside. With an ugly past casting a long shadow on his present and future. What starts out as a crazy contract between them spirals into something far more dangerous. Sienna soon realizes she wants more than a tattoo from the Tattoo Master. She wants his díck, his protection, and if the differences between them will allow, his heart. Which of these is Gavin willing to give? ⚠️ WARNING: This book is exclusively for adult audiences (18+). It explores explicit sexual language, morally complex characters, toxic family dynamics and occasional violence.
The Billionaire's Regret
54.0K·Vivi Jeremiah Harriett Edwards has been in love with Damien Daniels since childhood so, when their parents arrange for them to be married, she gladly accepts even though she knew that it wasn’t what Damien wanted. For the three years of their marriage, she devoted her life to him with the hope that she would be able to change his mind and eventually get him to fall in love with her. It all comes crashing down when someone fabricates a picture of her cheating with Damien’s brother, Adrian. After seeing the pictures, he coldly said. “I want a divorce!” And even when she confessed her love to him, his reply was cold and hurtful. “I know. It doesn’t matter. I don’t love you.” What he didn’t know was that in her hand was pregnancy test results from a mistake he made due to his drunken state. Years later, they both meet at a friend’s wedding and he is shocked to see her with a set of identical twins that looked just like him. “Are they mine?” He asked. Harriett laughed and replied. “It doesn’t matter, Damien. They don’t need a father.”
A Surrogate To My Billionaire Ex-Husband
484·Mira laneFive years ago, Celyne Ardent walked away from the only man she ever loved. Alexander Hale-Los Angeles most powerful billionaire-broke her heart and left her believing love only ends in destruction. Now she's back in the city she once fled, carrying a secret that could end her life. When Celyne agrees to become a surrogate before cancer steals her chance at motherhood forever fate plays a cruel joke. The baby she carries belongs to Alexander Hale. Her ex-husband. The same man who shattered her. And the man now engaged to the woman she once caught in his bed. Forced to live under the same roof as the man who once promised herforever, Celyne must survive a house flled with secrets, betrayal, and dangerous enemies who want her gone. But the deeper she fallsback into Alexander's orbit the more territying truths begin to surtace. Because the mscarriages that destroyed her marriage werenever accidents. And the child growing inside her.. might cost her everything including her life
Scarred Heart: A Mafia Revenge
382·-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.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
22.0K·patFor seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.
My Husband Humiliated Me with His Mistress—So I Destroyed Him Overnight
58·miaoTen years of marriage, and my husband moaned another woman's name in bed. His secretary showed up pregnant. My son ended up in the ER because of their negligence. Everyone said I'd never survive without him. Then I dropped the mask. I pulled out the evidence of his affair, the records proving his company ran on my family's money, and watched as the board voted him out. He lost everything. Now he and his mistress are on their knees, begging me to forgive them. I take my son's hand and walk away without looking back. From now on, I'm the only one steering my life.
No Longer the Luna in His Shadow
5·miaoOn the night of our tenth wedding anniversary, my Alpha husband bid on a moonstone necklace for his Beta mistress—and tossed me the complimentary earrings as a gift. What's worse: he took my pup to meet his mistress, and the cross-contamination of silver dust and wolfsbane nearly killed our child. Yet in the healing chamber, he held his crying mistress first, comforting her: "None of this is your fault." That anniversary night, he asked me for a divorce. He said if he could choose again, he wouldn't take a silver bullet for me. Everyone said I'd be nothing without him. What they didn't know was that for the past ten years, every time he escaped disaster, I was the one cleaning up his messes behind the scenes. To protect his pitiful pride, I never mentioned any of it. After the divorce, I stopped doing anything for him. On the day of the Council's final hearing, my pup told him in front of everyone: "From today on, I have nothing to do with you." Six months later, he lost his power, lost his limbs, was blackmailed and abandoned by his "true love," and dragged his broken body through the market square, weeping and begging me to look back. I took my son's hand and walked right past him. I finally made him understand—without me, he was nothing.
He Thought I'd Stay
4.0K·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.】
Never Betray the Mafia Donna
2.0K·AnswerOn my birthday, my Mafia husband left me and our daughter to cook a full Italian dinner at his lieutenant's apartment. In a video on social media, Vincent was tenderly placing food on Lena's plate, murmuring promises in a low voice. "Lena, from now on, I'll spend every birthday with you. I won't let you be alone." My daughter, Ella, was in low spirits, her eyes brimming with tears. I clenched my phone, gathered her in my arms, and walked out the door. When I showed up at Lena's apartment, Vincent frowned with irritation. "Didn't I tell you I wasn't coming home tonight?" "Why can't you and the kid just stay at the house? What are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I just asked, calmly: "Vincent. Tonight—are you choosing me and Ella, or are you choosing your lieutenant?" "Choose us, and you come home with me." I paused, then swept a cold glance at Lena. "Choose her, and we're getting a divorce."
After the Divorce, I Personally Investigated My Ex-Husband's Disappearance
38·miaoI was a war correspondent once—and I gave it all up for love. Nathan and I had been together for years. On our wedding day, I thought I'd be the happiest bride in the world. Then Nathan let his favorite influencer friend livestream my private ceremony. Everyone gushed over how "innocent and pitiful" she was, while I became the petty bride. On a stormy night, when a panic attack nearly killed me, Nathan was at her side, spoon-feeding her porridge. That was the moment I lost all hope in this marriage. I signed the divorce papers and flew to a war zone. Then they both vanished. This time, my lens isn't trained on artillery fire—it's aimed at the bloodless cage they so carefully constructed. I'm going to show the world who the real prey was in this marriage.
The Pharmaceutical Husband’s IVF for His Friend’s Widow
35·-When I discovered I was pregnant, I was about to tell my husband Alexander the good news. But then I saw an Instagram post notification—a pregnancy test result. Two pink lines, black text on white background, with the father's name clearly written: Alexander Grant. The poster was Evelyn Shaw. The widow of his "deceased friend." Her caption read: "Thank you for donating your sperm and personally performing my IVF procedure, Alex. I'll never be alone again." In that moment, my hands began to tremble. I immediately called Alexander: "Give me an explanation." He was silent for a few seconds, his tone as calm as if he were speaking at a board meeting. "Ethan was my best friend! He died, leaving his wife alone. I just wanted to help her fulfill their wish." In that moment, I knew—this marriage needed to end.
