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Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex
10.0K·Page SlayerConvinced that Rosa had drugged him to crawl into his bed, Italian Don Luciano Mancini took her supposed betrayal as a blow to his pride. He served her divorce papers without hearing a single explanation—and exiled her not only from his home, but from the country itself. Years later, Rosa returned with a secret. Their son was dying. Diagnosed with high-risk acute lymphoblastic leukemia, the boy needed a stem-cell transplant from a biological sibling to survive. And to make that possible, Rosa had to conceive again—with the one man who despised her. Her ex-husband. Luciano Mancini. But Rosa refused to reveal the real reason for her return. Getting pregnant by a devil was never going to be easy—especially when that devil hated her. She hadn’t stolen his seed before… but this time, she was ready to commit the sin if it meant saving her child. Seeing his ex-wife again—no longer innocent, no longer obedient—awakened something Luciano had never felt for any woman. He wanted her and… he wanted to own her this time. But Rosa was already slipping beyond his grasp. Because Dr. DeLuca, the man treating her son, was in love with her. He was willing to be with her in any condition—even if she carried her ex-husband’s child once more. When life finally offered Rosa safety, love, and a future free from cruelty… why would she ever return to the Italian Don? Except Luciano Mancini isn’t going to let her go. No one takes what belongs to him. ⚠️ 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, explicit sexual content, and disturbing adult scenes. If you crave danger, obsession, and morally complicated passion, this dark romance will grip you—but reader discretion is strongly advised.
You Took My Husband, I'll Take Yours!
890·JONEAHana was betrayed by her husband and her own cousin. But she refused to play the part of a heartbroken woman, weeping over her fate like some tragic figure. Did she storm in with anger or scream at her cousin? Of course not. A man like her husband was not worth fighting for, let alone fighting over. But letting her cousin take him without a fight? That would be foolish. So she planned to repay their betrayal in the sweetest way possible: an eye for an eye. They took her husband, so she would take her cousin’s. Only then would things be fair...!
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.
No Roses Left to Burn
22.0K·-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.
The Billionaire's Regret
53.0K·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.”
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
5.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
4.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
YOU BELONG TO ME MY LOST LUNA
479·Sulyman Kikelomo RamatI watched helplessly as my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me, then without thinking twice, he threw me in a dungeon for a crime I know nothing about. It occurred to me that I was just a perfect pawn. At the time he married me, he needed a Luna to ascend the throne, and I was just convenient. But right now that I’ve finally moved out and long gone… his crown was slipping. To regain his power, he comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness, because his new heir from his mistress is dead, and as it stands, I’m the only one who can bring back power to his hands. But unfortunately for him, I’m not the same woman he discarded years back. I don't belong to him anymore, I'm the Queen of the Lycans now!
Broken Vows: A Mother’s War for Blood and Power
390·-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.
After My Scientist Husband Cheated, I Abandoned Him and Returned to the Future
0·-Everyone on the research team said that Richard Ben loved me deeply. My skin is very fragile and I can't have direct contact with people, and I also have difficulty getting pregnant. To protect me from any pain, Richard publicly claimed that he was the one who couldn't have children and didn't like kids. Later, I saw him entangled with another woman, even saying it felt better without protection. I contacted my colleagues in the future world: "I want to come back." He didn't know that I was a scientist from the future who chose to stay in this era because I liked him. My colleague immediately replied: "Alright, the space-time ship will dock under Moonview Bluff in five days."
The Daywalker’s Farewell to A Pureblood Vampire
14·patJames Morretti pulled me from the jaws of death, and in return, I became his property—a half-vampire daywalker useful for running his daylight errands. But I overheard the plan: in three years, I’d be disposed of. So I did the one thing no one expected. I walked away. They called me his ‘bedmate’ as a joke. They forgot I have teeth.
The Abandoned Luna Is the Queen of the Abyss
4·miaoThe day my Alpha mate Adrian returned from the border, he was carrying a woman in his arms. She looked exactly like me. Even the missing pinky finger on her left hand—identical to mine. Except she'd lost hers protecting him. I'd lost mine because he ordered someone to cut it off with a dagger. He said her name was Liliana. That she was his true fated mate. And I—the woman who'd served as his Luna for five years—was nobody to him. Later, he wanted to drain my healing power. Trade my life for hers. No one asked if I was willing. I walked alone to the edge of the Abyss cliffs and threw myself over. Everyone assumed I was dead. I wasn't. When I woke, I learned what had truly awakened inside me. I was never a weak Omega. I carry the royal bloodline of the Abyss. I am the true Queen of these depths. Two months later, I led the Abyss wolf clan through the gates of the Silvercrown tribe. What they owe me, I intend to collect. Every last piece.
Married Her—But Used Me
0·patI thought Dante was a beam of light cutting through my dark life—until I overheard him plotting to spend three years pushing me out of the house. I left, heartbroken, and then I met Noah—a man who carries my late husband Adrian’s heart. When Dante’s violence comes for me again, I swear to the steady thud beneath Noah’s ribs: this time, I won’t run. I’ll write a new ending for my life.
I Tricked My CEO Husband into Signing the Divorce
397·patMy husband, Lucas—the heir to a tech empire—stole the one chance I’d waited five years for to become chief investigative reporter, and handed it to his “first love,” Sophia Ross. During four years of a secret marriage, my career and my feelings always came after the things that “mattered more.” When he picked Sophia up in his arms in front of everyone yet again, I ended it—with a divorce petition disguised as a budget sheet. The next day, I boarded a plane bound for the Eastern European war zone. Later, when he fought through half a world of smoke and fire and found me among the ruins, my eyes held nothing but the calm of battlefield wind and snow.
My Fiancé’s Secretary Tried to Steal My First-Class Seat? I Made Them Beg on Their Knees
0·-My mom called while I was still inside a classified research facility, telling me to come home for an arranged marriage. According to her, my supposed fiancé was handsome, young and already the CEO of a major company. To ensure my safe travel, my supervisor personally contacted TSA and airport security, requiring my itinerary and identity to be fully encrypted. Because—I am Eliana Carter, a classified scientist under the National Intelligence Research Division, and the sole heiress to Carter Global Maritime, one of the world’s largest shipping empires. When I boarded the first-class cabin and reached my seat, someone suddenly yanked me backward. A stack of crisp dollar bills hit my chest. “Your first-class seat is mine now. Take the cash and go sit in economy.” I inhaled slowly, suppressing the irritation rising in my chest. “This is my seat. Why are you trying to force me out?” The woman raised an eyebrow and laughed, as if I had told a joke. “Because I’m the executive assistant of Mr. Hayes. Michael Hayes. CEO of Hayes Air. In this airport? In this city? We get whatever we want.” I stared at her for a moment, then dialed Michael Hayes’s private number. The second he answered, I asked, “Your assistant is telling people your family can buy all of Los Angeles. Is that true?”
Don Hoffmann's Secret Wife Run away
258·patI served the Don for five years, tending his wounds and his secrets. I thought the ring he gave me meant forever. Until I heard him murmur to his widowed sister-in-law: “Marrying her is just to make you jealous.” So I hid my departure in the paperwork. He thought he owned me. But even the most loyal shadow can learn to disappear in the light.
From Copilot to Captain: I Left My Ex Behind
678·-I spent five years as Noah's copilot, and five more as his secret lover that couldn't be acknowledged. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a text: "Guess which position we just unlocked?" The photo showed the exact move Noah had me try in bed last week. That moment, I understood—every trick he knew, she'd taught him. I took a picture of the captain transfer papers I'd hidden for three months and replied: "Congrats. But while you're busy unlocking new positions, I'm charting a flight path he'll never catch." Then I signed my name—bound for Seattle, captain of GF028. Five years of playing second fiddle ends here. From now on, I fly east, he flies west. Thirty thousand feet up, our paths will never cross. I'm my own captain now.
THE CONTRACT WIFE DESTROYED Ashford
27·patOn my twenty-fourth birthday, I learned my marriage was a con dressed up as a contract. My baby would become someone else’s inheritance tool—and I was mocked by my husband’s ex-wife as nothing but a “container.” They put me under house arrest in the name of “protecting the pregnancy.” What they don’t realize is that arrogance will be the last entry on the ledger that kills them. When evidence—and journalists—corner them inside their mansion, the Ashford family detonates in public. And I’m already traveling light, flying across the ocean.
My husband tattooed his mistress’s name on his chest
19·-My lawyer husband came home drunk, pinned me down on the bed, and tore off my nightgown to kiss me. We hadn't been this intimate in a long time. Ever since his law firm expanded, he rarely came home. His sudden passion caught me off guard. Just as I was about to reach climax, he suddenly said to me, "Do you see it? I got your name tattooed on my heart." I saw the name "Amelia" tattooed on his chest. That wasn't my name—it belonged to his mistress.
CRIMSON VOWS: Donna’s Perfect Escape
0·patWhen my husband finally said “I’m sorry,” it was too late. On my birthday, he chose to get tangled up in a car with his old flame—their so-called Red Rose. The day I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, he snapped, “Don’t use these tricks to distract from what matters.” At a family banquet, our son announced in front of everyone that he’d drawn a picture of his father and the mistress—and that he wished she were his mom. And when I finally broke my silence and walked out of their lives for good— He showed up with that worn-out ring and begged me to come back. I said only this: “If I could turn back time, I would have left you at the very beginning.”
