Marriage & Family

Not Yours To Claim, My Mafia Ex

1.0K·Page Slayer

Convinced 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.

HER VENGEFUL PERSUIT

7.0K·Annypen/Odion

On her wedding day, Olivia Parker discovers the ultimate betrayal, her twin sister Sophia locked in a passionate embrace with her fiancé Nathan. When she confronts them, their response is deadly as they killed Olivia. But fate gives Olivia a second chance. Reborn to the moment of betrayal, she chooses revenge over confrontation. With calculated precision, she exposes their affair to hundreds of wedding guests, walking away from the family that valued her only for the advantageous marriage she could make. Broke, homeless, and desperate after her wealthy family cuts her off, Olivia's rock bottom leads to a reckless night with a compelling stranger. But when morning comes, she flees, mistaking the handsome Trillionaire for an escort. Ethan Winters doesn't take rejection well. When he tracks down the woman who left money on his nightstand, he discovers she's the runaway bride whose scandal has captivated the city, and the fiancée of his bitter business rival. He offers a devil's bargain: marry him instead, gain financial security, and help him destroy the man who betrayed her. It's supposed to be a simple business arrangement. He gets freedom from his mother's matchmaking; she gets revenge and protection. Love isn't part of the deal. But as their fake relationship deepens into something dangerously real, shocking revelations connect Ethan to her brother's mysterious death. Meanwhile, Olivia's obsessive twin sister will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, including Olivia's husband and unborn child. In a web of corporate espionage, deadly secrets, and twin deception, Olivia and Ethan must determine who to trust before they lose everything, including each other. Some marriages are made in heaven. Some are forged in hell. Olivia's was born from betrayal....but might become her salvation.

The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father

569·-

I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……

I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper

24.0K·EliJa

"W-Wait… what if he walks in and sees us?" I gasped as Alexander’s hands slid up my thighs, his body pressing me harder against the door. “Let him,” He let out a low, wicked chuckle, his lips grazing my neck. "Then he’ll finally see exactly how badly his wife needs to be fucked." *** Desperate to forget her crumbling marriage, Chloe makes one impulsive mistake—mistaking a billionaire for a stripper. What should have been a fleeting moment of passion turns into something far more dangerous when she learns the truth. Because the man in her bed isn’t just powerful, he’s one of the most influential men in the country. And he’s decided he’s not letting her go. Now, Chloe is caught between a husband who never loved her and a man who refuses to walk away. Will Alexander King be her dirty little secret, or will she surrender to temptation and let him own her in every sinful way?

Pregnant Billionaire Heiress Gave Birth To Twins

1.0K·F. Prince

Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!

Stay Away Ethan, Not Yours Anymore

724·Sarubié

He broke me. Humiliated me. Made me believe I was nothing. But the night he called another woman his fiancée in my own home, I finally saw the truth— I was never the problem. He was. Now I’ve walked away. And the woman he once controlled? She’s gone for good. This isn’t a love story. It’s the story of the woman who finally chose herself.

Mafia's Forbidden Desires

2.0K·Sunshine

Valerie Thorne: Raven Blackwood was the man I liked since I was a child, made my heart race before I even knew what love meant. But childhood ends. Innocence fades. And Raven… Well. Raven became my worst nightmare. Even the devil would sit back and take notes from him, when it came to torture, harm, use, and kill. His grey eyes, hypnotic, dangerous, and unforgettable, would make anyone fall in love with, but same grey eyes would make anyone feel death. And every time they met mine, I couldn’t tell if he looked at me with the love with the depth of oceans for me, or was I another game he was playing, another pawn he planned to destroy? Raven Blackwood: Valerie Thorne. The girl who once was gentle, the sweetest ever I known. And now looked at me like I burned the sky. She was the light, too soft for the world I lived in, too good for the blood on my hands. But I never claimed to be anyone good. I never promised her good things. I only ever promised her one thing. That she was mine. Her fear didn’t surprise me. Her hate? Maybe. But it’s the way she still looked at me, like she wants to run and stay all at once. Because no matter how many sins I had, and will carry. No matter how deep I’ve dragged her into my hell. She’s the only piece of heaven I ever wanted to keep.

In First Class, My Husband’s Lover Flaunted Her Wedding Ring at Me

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To surprise my husband who was "working overtime," I bought a last-minute plane ticket. Because of the short notice, only first class was available. I stared at the payment screen on my phone and maxed out my credit card with a grimace. But after I sat down, I couldn't even figure out how to work the power seat adjustment buttons. A scoff came from the seat next to me. I turned my head. It was a girl in her early twenties, looking at me like I was something dirty. "First time in first class?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet, not bothering to hide the contempt underneath. My face felt hot. "Sorry." I forced a smile. "You seem... very comfortable in this kind of setting." She swirled the champagne glass in her hand. "My boyfriend's an investor. He says if I suffer even the slightest inconvenience when I travel, it breaks his heart. If this flight had private jet service, he'd never make me squeeze onto commercial." My heart skipped a beat for no reason. "An investor? That's... impressive." "It's alright." She leaned in closer, her expensive perfume washing over me. "Actually, I'm an intern at his company. Clumsy, always screwing things up. Every time he scolds me, I can't help but cry... and then one thing leads to another on his office couch. You know how it is." My stomach suddenly churned. "What a coincidence." My voice sounded dry even to my own ears. "My husband's company has an intern too. Always making mistakes." "You're married?" Savannah raised an eyebrow, looking me up and down like she was appraising a piece of last season's clearance merchandise. "My boyfriend has a wife too. About your age." I clutched the blanket on my lap. "He says that woman is boring as hell, dresses like a fifty-year-old librarian, doesn't even excite him to touch her." Savannah took a sip of her drink, all smiles. "Not like me—I just flip my hair and he can't handle it. I told him I wanted to spend Christmas with him. You know what he did? Turned around and told his wife he had to stay in San Francisco for overtime work on financing. So busy, apparently." My head started buzzing. Liam's face, that photo he sent of himself eating takeout at a shabby desk, with the caption "Fighting for our future"... Wasn't he running a startup? Since when was he a programmer turned investor?

A Donna's Quiet War

0·pat

Everyone thought Elvira was Luca Cosio’s most beautiful, most obedient trophy—a canary kept alive on his whim. They didn’t know I’d already learned to watch in the dark, to calculate in silence. When he trampled our child and my dignity for a strip dancer, I left quietly—and took with me the key that could pry loose the very bedrock of his empire. When he found me again, eyes bloodshot, begging me to come back— I only swirled the red wine in my glass and smiled at the real gentleman beside me. “Darling,” I said, “I think this gentleman has mistaken me for someone else.”

The Night the Godfather Locked Down the City for His Mistress, My Child Vanished

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I was the East Coast Godfather’s wife—yet on the eve of our third anniversary, I was tied to a chair and livestreamed begging for my life. While a gun was pressed to my forehead, he was shutting down city streets to celebrate another woman’s birthday with fireworks. I miscarried in an ambulance because the main artery had been sealed—by his order. “Don’t be emotional,” he said, claiming the loss of our child was my weak body, not his decision. Only after I signed the divorce and disappeared from his world did he finally realize he had driven away the only woman who ever stood beside him—and for the first time in his life, the Godfather lost control and lost his mind with regret.

On the Day I Buried My Parents, My Husband Celebrated His Mistress’s Birthday

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On the day my parents were buried, my husband was celebrating his mistress’s birthday. He said he couldn’t attend the funeral because he had to replace his lost ID—then held up the new card in a restaurant and called it “the best gift.” While I stood in the cemetery crying until my voice broke, he used our joint account to buy her cake and book a hotel, turning my grief into her celebration. When I showed him the photos, he said I was unstable and that it was all just a coincidence. Only after I truly left and his life began to collapse did he finally understand—the thing he missed that day wasn’t just a funeral, but the last chance in his life to be forgiven. ……

My Husband’s Obsessive Cleanliness Made Me Disinfect Myself Ten Times Before Getting in the Car

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The Silver Moon Warrior Luna End the fake Alpha

0·pat

I thought the “Silver Moon Warrior” insignia was the future I would share with my Alpha. Until I found a hidden compartment in his study—and inside it, a diary. In it, he called me “disgusting,” writing that I was nothing more than a shield meant to take the blade for Alyssa. So it wasn’t an accident that my power weakened again and again, that I nearly died on the battlefield time after time, and that I was met only with the pack’s contempt. I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I only told my brother the code words: “Shadow Plan—activate immediately.” They wanted an obedient human shield? Fine. Tonight, I’ll step off the cliff. And my “death” will become the sharpest blade yet—one that cuts straight through the glorious lie they built.

After 99 Slaps, the Don's Wife Disappeared

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Luca's consigliere delivered a briefcase to the hospital while my mother was bleeding in her brain. Three hundred thousand — that's what my husband promised. Every bill was counterfeit. I called Luca. Serena answered. Her voice was sweet, almost pitying. "Mrs. Marchetti, I counted that money myself. Are you sure you didn't mix something up? The Don is resting. Please don't disturb him." By the time I begged and borrowed enough to cover the surgery, the window had closed. They saved my mother's life. But the delay took everything else. Full paralysis. Neck down. While I sat in the ICU for three days feeding her through a tube, Luca took Serena to dinner. Then a yacht. Then a weekend upstate. She posted every moment like a woman marking territory. He chose her. Every single time — he chose her. So I sold his shares, sent him divorce papers inside a briefcase full of the same counterfeit bills, and disappeared with my mother on a medical flight to Zurich. The Don who never once answered my calls? He called ninety-seven times that night.

Married Her—But Used Me

0·pat

I 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.

A Donna’s Gambit in Black

0·pat

My 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.

CRIMSON VOWS: Donna’s Perfect Escape

0·pat

When 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.”

After He Left Me for a “Billionaire”, The Sterling Heiress Came Back

0·pat

Seven 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.”

The Night I Got Pregnant, My Husband Asked Me to Post Bail for His Mistress

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I was his girlfriend of three years, about to tell him I was pregnant—until I got a call from the precinct to bail him out… along with his “little sister.” A fresh hickey on his neck, my cashmere coat wrapped around her shoulders, she sniffled on the plastic bench. After signing the papers, he tried to take my car and demanded I give up the passenger seat for his “traumatized” girl. He yanked me out of the driver’s seat. I hit the cold, wet asphalt. Their taillights vanished into the rain. I picked my keys out of the mud and called the brother I never asked for help. Time he learned some debts can’t be paid.

Bound by Duty, Broken by Love

331·The.silentrose

Princess Alina Everhart has been raised to believe in duty above all else. As the only heir to the Everhart kingdom, she has spent her entire life preparing to marry the powerful and enigmatic King Darius of Ravka, a man twice her age, to unite their lands and end decades of war. But on her journey to the Ravkan capital, everything changes when she meets her royal guard, Cassian Vale. Cassian is everything King Darius is not-fierce but kind, protective yet wild. He treats Alina as more than just a pawn in a political game, and against all reason, she finds herself drawn to him. As they travel through dangerous lands filled with rebel ambushes and magical threats, Alina and Cassian grow closer, bound by whispered confessions and stolen moments. But love is a dangerous game, especially when King Darius is known for his cruelty. As Alina arrives at the Ravkan court, she discovers that her marriage is more than just a political alliance-it is a trap woven with secrets, and betrayal. Torn between duty and love, Alina must decide whether to follow the path laid out for her or risk everything for the man who stole her heart. When dark forces threaten the throne, Alina learns the truth: her marriage was never meant to save her kingdom. It was meant to destroy it.