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My Vampire Lord Made Me Barren for His Mistress
1.0K·-My vampire lord said he didn't want children. For six years, he handed me "our private vintage" every night, saying tenderly, "You're all I need." Until our anniversary, when I followed the blood bond to find him—through the flower shop window, a six-year-old boy with raven-black hair rode on his shoulders calling him "Daddy." He texted me: "Still tied up at the council, love." And I stood there watching him kiss another woman. I pried open his study drawer. The medical report read: "Sanctified water compound—permanent fertility suppression." Every glass of wine was poison. My barrenness was his design. The family photos on the wall even included my parents' smiling faces. Ten days until the Blood Moon Conclave. Before every Elder and every vampire of consequence, I'll show him what a thoroughly betrayed Lady can destroy.
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."
The Uncle Who Seduced Me into His Bed
5.0K·De Lyon WorldBOOK 1 [CHAPTER 1-154] In the past, Sofia had believed her most joyful period would be wedding Jack, whom she loved since the days she and he studied together in the university. However, love, as she had realized, was fragile—easy to break due to infidelity. Jack's adultery had crushed her, and she had been given a stern lesson: genuine love was difficult to come by, and there was no forever. Following her divorce, she vowed never again to give her heart away. And then Lyon—Jack's tantalizingly hazardous youngest uncle. A man who didn't request permission. A man who didn't subscribe to rules. He blazed into her life, a devastating boom she couldn't recover from with one searing look. She tried to resist him, tried to sever all ties with her ex's clan, but Lyon didn't quit. He pursued a craving that reduced her body to ash and her barriers to dust. "Uncle Lyon, this is wrong," Sofia whispered, but her voice was not convincing. Lyon cupped her chin, his hold possessive but teasing, his eyes burning through all the excuses she held on to. "You and Jack are over. I ceased being your uncle the moment you signed those papers," he whispered, his lips a breath away from hers. "It doesn't change what people will think—" BOOK 2 [CHAPTER 155-END] The rule-breaker has finally met his match. Sofia was right to believe she could resist Lyon. She did—until he wore down her final defenses. Having gone through a devastating divorce, she had fallen for the last man she should have fallen for, a man who broke all rules, including the one that separated them. But only as she succumbs to his intoxicating pursuit, Lyon surprises her with a new reality: a past secret in the person of his former, Rebecca, and a command for Sofia to stay away from the same folks she's abandoned in her life. Deceived and perplexed, Sofia decides she's had enough of the Monroe men. She tries to start anew by acquiring a new apartment near her stepbrother Gabriel and focusing on her job. Lyon's jealousy, however, is unrestrained, and his relentless pursuit to win her back becomes an unhealthy game of control. With her friends and family in the line of fire, Sofia must make a balancing decision as to whether or not she can trust the man who has lied to her, or if she must sever the last, agonizing thread holding her to the Monroe family. And then there is the biggest lie of all—the one that Lyon told her he would tell her within three months. The one that could change everything. "Wait for you while you're with her?" Sofia asked, her own voice thick with a pain she hadn't felt since her divorce. Lyon's eyes, which had a tendency to be a calm sea of black secrets, were now turbulent storm. "You don't understand. Just give me time." "Time for what?" she whispered. "To be the other woman? I am not going to do that again."
Marry to My Ex's Billionaire Dad
4.0K·JosineI was left at the altar, humiliated and broken. Then Quincy Carrington—billionaire, ruthless, and oh yeah, my ex’s father—stepped in with a shocking proposition: “Marry me instead.” It was supposed to be fake. A deal to save my pride and his family’s reputation. But Quincy’s rules make it anything but simple: • Move into my mansion. • Act like you love me. • Don’t. Fall. In. Love. Easy enough—until I start seeing the man behind the money. The way his touch lingers, the way he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. But just when I’m falling for him, I uncover a secret that changes everything. “You weren’t supposed to find out,” Quincy says, but it’s too late. This marriage was built on lies… and I’m not sure our love can survive the truth.
Grimaldi's Sin & Secret
328·TalesoffPeachesA runaway heiress. A man with a scandal. A love they were never meant to find. When Freah Giuliani flees her powerful Italian family, she doesn’t expect to collide with Nicolo Grimaldi—a dangerously magnetic man hiding from a viral sex-tape scandal. Their attraction is instant, their chemistry undeniable… and their secrets deadly. But as passion spirals into something neither can walk away from, one truth will shatter everything: they should never have fallen in love.
The Don I Brought Down After My Mother Died
107·AnswerAfter Marco Ferrante and I remarried, a joke began circulating through Sicilian high society — one dripping with irony: rather than praying to God for good fortune, you'd be better off making a wish to Sofia. They called me the greediest woman the Ferrante family had ever taken as a wife. The day after our remarriage, I took my seat at the far end of the long dining table. With Marco and several family elders looking on, I calmly announced a new rule. "Starting today," I said — my voice unhurried, my tone light, yet leaving no room for negotiation — "anyone in this household who says the name 'Chiara' in my presence owes me one hundred thousand."
I Faked My Death to Escape My Don Husband
30·patMy husband “died” in a Mafia shootout. I was shattered—numbly surviving for the sake of the child I hadn’t even delivered yet. Then, a month later, in a private club, I saw his “late twin brother” laughing and talking in my husband’s very voice— and I knew it at once: his death was a flawless, coordinated con. He spun a lie big enough to blot out the sky, all so he could stay by his “dying” sister-in-law’s side—night after night, tangled in her arms. So I scheduled the procedure. And on the day he planned his “rebirth,” I gave him a gift: a livestream the whole internet would watch, and a “fatal fall” even more perfect than his fake death. By the time the entire family collapsed in chaos, the real me had already been reborn on a distant, unfamiliar shore.
She Danced for the Don, Then Vanished
46·-I took the fall for her crime. She spent five years in my fiancé's bed. The day they released me, Dante texted: "Serena's not well. Find your own way home." Just like five years ago, when he came to me with his hands shaking: "She'll never survive a federal cell. You know that." I donated a kidney to keep him alive. He thought it came from Serena. I choreographed "Ashes" inside a women's correctional facility. She performed it at Lincoln Center and took the standing ovation. I got my knee shattered by men on Don Caruso's payroll. She smiled from the stage: "None of this would exist without my sister's sacrifice." At their engagement dinner, she announced her pregnancy with her hand resting over his. My adoptive parents whispered in Sicilian, certain I couldn't follow: "She's not ours. Not really. She was always meant to serve Serena." They were wrong about that last part. That night, I made a call: "I need to disappear. Ten days. Make it permanent."
No Longer His — Now The Donna
0·AnswerAfter twenty years as the treasured princess of a mafia family, I discovered I was nothing but a mistake—a baby switched at birth. I packed my bags that same night, ready to leave. But before I could slip away, my brother Vincent Romano cornered me in my room and had his way with me for three relentless days. "I love you," he said. "I've been waiting for this day for so long." He proved his obsession—or was it love?—through action. The moment we stepped out of that room where we'd spent three scandalous days, he announced our engagement. My adoptive parents were furious. He stripped them of all their power and seized complete control of the Romano family. When the real heiress, Sophia, threw a tantrum, he cut off every one of her black cards and left her utterly humiliated in mafia circles. He was like a beast that had chosen its prey, trapping me in this estate and showering me with his twisted, obsessive love. I tried to escape countless times. Every single time, he dragged me back. The farthest I ever got was boarding a private jet bound for London. He had his men intercept it right there on the runway, carried me off the plane himself, and pinned me against the wing, kissing me until I could barely breathe. "Isabella," he murmured, his teeth grazing my earlobe, "you can run to the ends of the earth, and I'll still find you. Next time you try to escape..." He paused, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous: "I'll break your legs." He had cast his net everywhere. There was nowhere I could hide. Until one month ago, when he drove out in the middle of the night to buy me a strawberry cake—just because I'd mentioned wanting one—and crashed on a winding mountain road. When he woke up, he'd forgotten everything. He forgot his mad obsession with me. Forgot all those nights we'd spent tangled together. Forgot every "I love you" he'd ever whispered in my ear. The Romano family was overjoyed. When they introduced me to him, they didn't mention that I was his fiancée, the one he'd loved to the point of madness—they told him I was a servant. Now, while Vincent's memory was gone, they wanted to get rid of me for good.
The Heiress They Tried to Erase
191·Jedidiah The day I was discovered to be a fake heiress, the real heiress burst into our home and stabbed me multiple times in the abdomen, taking away my chance to ever become a mother. My fiancé was furious about this, and my parents urgently declared they would never acknowledge her. To comfort me, my fiancé proposed at lightning speed, while my parents wrote a letter cutting ties with her, telling me to rest and recover. Later, they said the fake heiress had fled abroad and been sold to Myanmar, getting what she deserved. I believed them. Until six years after my marriage, I saw the fake heiress who was supposed to be suffering in Myanmar. She was leaning against my husband's chest with a pregnant belly, sighing: "If I hadn't lost my temper and made that mistake six years ago, that woman wouldn't have gotten to marry you." "Thank goodness you and mom and dad sided with me, or I would have been sent to prison by that imposter. That dead imposter never imagined I've been living right under her nose all this time, and now I'm pregnant with your child." "When I give birth, you can find some excuse to adopt the child and make that imposter serve as my nanny for life." "You've worked so hard all these years." Her loving gaze made him blush. "Don't say that. Marrying her was the only way to let you continue living with a clean slate." "As long as you're well, everything I do is worth it." So the husband I thought truly loved me had been deceiving me all along. My parents were just covering for their biological daughter. In that case, I don't want any of them anymore!
When Mom Married Rich
8·PhanAfter my mother clawed her way into a wealthy family, she took me along as her baggage. My stepfather was a gentle man who treated me as his own, yet my mother constantly whispered in my ear, "His affection for little girls isn't pure." She deliberately forced a wedge of suspicion between us, making me recoil from his kindness. My stepbrother was an energetic teenager who tried to love me like a real sister. My mother responded by hiding his intimate clothing in my room and staging a discovery, creating a misunderstanding that convinced him I was a depraved child trying to seduce him to secure my status. The Harrington grandparents were reasonable, dignified people. They felt sorry for my meager upbringing and bought me designer clothes and jewelry. My mother would secretly shred the fabrics and break the clasps. When the elders discovered the ruined gifts, she would sigh with feigned disappointment, claiming that I had destroyed them deliberately because I looked down on anything "too cheap." In my past life, I never understood why she was so obsessed with sabotaging my relationships. It wasn't until after I died that I realized the truth. She wanted to be part of that high-society world, but she wanted me—the "drag" from her shameful past—to die quietly somewhere out of sight. Having been reborn, I didn't wait for her to hypocritically drag me to the Harrington family estate. Instead, I took the initiative to request a spot in an orphanage. But to my surprise, the Harrington grandparents, my stepbrother, and my stepfather all came looking for me.
Bloodbound Destiny
289·Lorene SmithTrapped in a life of servitude, Andronika yearns for a destiny beyond gutting fish. A chance encounter with the enigmatic Tristan ignites a spark within her, but as shadows deepen, a web of deceit unravels. Betrayal, manipulation, and a ruthless Alpha Orion threaten to consume her. Forced to become a warlock princess and a lycan.Andronika fights for survival and honor. Bound to an Alpha she despises, she navigates a treacherous court, her heart torn between duty and desire. As she delves into the mysteries of her birth, a shocking truth emerges: she is not merely a pawn in a deadly game, but a force to be reckoned with. With every step, Andronika confronts her destiny, a path forged in blood and sacrifice. Betrayal, love, and the weight of a prophecy push her to the brink as Love and loyalty clash in a desperate struggle for freedom. Can she break free from the chains of fate and forge her own destiny? or will she be consumed by the darkness that surrounds her?
Sins and Seduction
4.0K·JEGTHE_ICONSins and Seduction is a raw, unapologetic dive into lust, power, betrayal, and forbidden desires. Three best friends navigate tangled relationships, but they are not the only ones playing with fire. MATURE CONTENT: 18+
The Mafia Queen He Betrayed
11·AnswerWhen the attack came, my first instinct was to shield Lucien with my body— and that cost me the child I had carried for eight weeks. Lucien’s first instinct was to escort his adopted sister, Lucinda, into the armored Mercedes. That night, in Lucien’s closet, I found a bra that wasn’t mine, several pairs of luxurious, form-fitting panties—none of which I had bought for him. I dialed a rarely used encrypted channel. “Charles. Activate the plan. I’m moving up my return.” There was a tremor of excitement in Charles’s voice. “We’ve been waiting for this day, Boss.” “Also,” I said evenly, without a hint of emotion, “look into someone for me. Lucinda Moretti. I want everything. Especially the truth about her relationship with old Moretti.”
The Don Slept With His Sister-in-Law
0·patI saw my husband pull his younger brother’s widow into his arms on our bed, wiping away her tears with a tenderness he had never once given me. Behind the flawless disguise of “family duty,” she moved into our home, called him “husband,” and claimed that every night she couldn’t fall asleep unless he sat by her bedside. I swallowed it again and again—until the day I woke from an afternoon nap and saw her stroking his cheek, calling him with practiced intimacy: “Adair.” In that moment, I understood. This wasn’t an illness. It was a calculated seizure. So I put my tears away and dialed my father—dialed the most feared “cleaner” in our family.
Alpha’s Price in Blood
0·patI hid my identity as a vampire princess, pretending to be human to marry my werewolf Alpha. For five years, his pack saw me as "the low-blooded outsider," his mistress took my place, and he publicly denied our daughter. When I lay dying to protect our child and offered the life-saving blood of my heart with my last breath, he used it to save his lover instead. I crawled back from hell not for forgiveness, but for reclamation. Now, the entire Night Court kneels before me, calling me "Queen." And he, along with his entire pack, will pay for every drop of blood they betrayed.
The Devil’s Bargain
0·patI signed a contract—trading my ability to love for a single chance at rebirth. In my last life, my family branded me insane, had me locked in a psychiatric ward, and I died strapped to an electroshock table. This time, I wake up twelve years old again—on the day my “little sister,” Violet, is brought into our home. While everyone crowds around her, cooing over her tears and offering comfort, I simply watch them in silence. My father demands, “Can’t you be a little kinder?” I nod. “I can. But I don’t want to.” Then I turn my back and walk out of that prison they call “family.” Years later, I’m thriving. And my family—rotting from the inside out in the hands of the “perfect daughter” they protected so carefully. The devil laughs softly at my ear: “See? I told you. You never needed something as useless as love to win.”
A Donna’s Gambit in Black
1·patMy seventh wedding anniversary gift was a divorce agreement. My husband and his mistress joined forces to smear me on camera, branding me as “a madwoman trying to control him with her family,” all to make room for his new bride and their unborn child. He thought that once he cast me out of the family, he could inherit everything my father left behind. But he forgot: my father’s most valuable legacy was never the businesses everyone could see. So the moment I was expelled from the company, I made the call. “Clean-up. Begin.” Half an hour later, his empire began to collapse—fast and without mercy.
Goodbye, Mrs. Nell
4·Answer-IThe night my sister ran from her own wedding, my father dragged me down from the attic and threw me into the back of a black sedan. "The Lancaster family wants a Churchill daughter," he said. "Nobody specified which one." He didn't even look me in the eye. Three hours later, I was standing in the most expensive private medical facility in the country, face to face with a husband who was as good as dead. The Lancaster family attorney slid a contract across the table. Take care of him for three years. If he never wakes up, I could walk away with five million dollars. If he dies — I'd get nothing. I signed. Not because of the five million. It was because of a single line on the last page of the agreement, printed in type so small it was nearly invisible: *"In the event the heir regains consciousness, voting rights comprising 30% of Lancaster Group shall transfer automatically to the legally recognized spouse."* Someone was betting he would wake up. And that someone wasn't me.
After He Left Me for a “Billionaire”, The Sterling Heiress Came Back
20·patSeven years ago, I gave up the Sterling name for love and became an “ordinary” accountant's wife. Seven years later, my husband used me as a stepping stone and discarded me without mercy, making room for the mistress carrying the “Sterling family” bloodline. He ordered his bodyguards to drag me into the operating room—and when he pressed my hand to sign the divorce papers while I lay unconscious, he thought I had lost everything. Not until I appeared at his engagement banquet with his mistress, my arm linked through my grandfather's—the true godfather of the underworld—did he finally understand. Watching his face drain of color, I spoke the truth softly: “The Sterling princess you 're trying clinging to… is me.”
