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Surprised Wife With Twins

1.0M·Olive Bailey

Seven years ago in a charity dinner, she inadvertently became his antidote, pregnant with the twins. Seven years later, the two kids hacked his computer and got his attention. "Give birth to my kids secretly? And say not my girl?"

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

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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? ……

The Untypical Marriage

17.0K·Aby Delami

“If you think that you have been living in hell all your life, let me break that illusion for you,” Adrian said. He spoke slowly, his voice full of menace. “This place–this is true hell, right here, where I am. His statement, “In this place, death is not an escape, no matter how much you may yearn for it,” was enough to make the audience shudder, but all that tiny figure did was raise her lifeless, dull eyes. “Then help me, so I can remain here.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a hint of a smile as she continued, “If I can't escape, then I should learn how to live in hell without getting burnt.” ********************************** In a world ruled by loyalties and bloodlines, Kira, the first daughter of the strongest family in the American mafia, finds herself entangled in an unexpected twist of fate. She was betrothed since childhood to the second son of the Italian mafia’s don, due to a blood alliance between both families. She was raised alongside him and always considered him as her everything, while joyfully waiting for the day they would finally get married. To her, their love story was set in stone. However, on the day of the wedding, Kira's world as she knows it comes crumbling down when receives a shocking revelation — instead of her betrothed, a different groom appears at her wedding. And to top it off, he was dressed in a prison uniform. What happens when Kira finds herself thrust into the clutches of Adrian Vasillos the infamous ‘devil’ of the Italian mafia? Will she be able to navigate this world of danger, intrigue, betrayal, tested loyalties, and forbidden desires where she must come face to face with her deepest fears? Or will she finally discover the true meaning of love and get her happy ending? Read on to find out more in this twisted romance series…

Mafia Bride

47.0K·Serena Leouis

The first time Alessio meets his fiancée, she calls him "sir." After losing his wife, Alessio must care for two young children while trying to establish his dominance over Philadelphia. He now needs a mother for his children and someone to warm his bed at night. But in a traditional world like his, choosing a wife is a duty, not a pleasure. Rules must be followed, traditions respected. This is how he ends up with a woman, a girl, barely of age. She might not be what he or his children need, but she is lovely and a sweet temptation he can't resist. Gianna has always known she would marry the man her father chose for her, but she never expected to be handed off to someone so much older. Suddenly, she’s supposed to be the mother of two young children when she’s never had one of her own. Gianna soon realizes that Alessio is not interested in a relationship on equal terms. Her mother warned her that powerful men like Alessio do not tolerate insolence. Tired of being treated like a nanny, Gianna decides to fight for her version of a happy family.

Betrothed To The King

32·Pop Precious

"From today you rule my bed, just you",the king groaned as he increased his thrusting pace. Just after a three-year coma, Pearl was back to her family to celebrate her 23rd birthday party. Her birthday party was supposed to be a happy reunion but no, it was the end of her happy life. She is betrothed to the ruthless young king in her absence and he was back to take what rightfully belonged to him, on the day of their engagement ceremony Pearl found out she was pregnant. How possibly can she be pregnant when she has been in a coma for 3 years. Let's find out on this edited version. WARNING* Sensitive readers might find this book disturbing, this book is rated 21+ so you might have to skip, it is a Dark Romance bdsm book that contains abusive or forced sex, torture and all that so please do not expect lovey dovey*

Theodore's Regret

89.0K·Sam Shelly

Theodore Maxwell, a ruthless business tycoon driven by vengeance, plots to marry Alina Roosevelt, to kill two birds with one stone; get revenge on her father and, to inherit everything that was rightfully his. Alina, a budding author with a heart as pure as her prose, was blissfully unaware of Theodore's ulterior motives when she said "I do." As Theodore's cunning plan unfolded, he found himself captivated by Alina's charm and kindness. Despite his initial intentions, he couldn't help but admire the woman he had married. But just as unexpected love began to blossom, everything crumbles with Alina’s father, who devised a cunning scheme that shattered the fragile peace in their marriage. Consumed by rage and betrayal, Theodore divorces Alina, blaming her for her father's deceit. It's too late to realize that Alina was a mere pawn in her father's malicious game. Regret gnawed at his heart as he desperately searched for her, but she had vanished without a trace. Haunted by the memory of his cruel actions, Theodore is set to find Alina and make amends. And he will stop at nothing. How long will Alina be successful in keeping her little secret hidden? ----------------------------------------------------- “I’m not your wife anymore, Theodore!” I yelled, shoving him away from me. He had absolutely no right to march back into my life. “Here’s where you are wrong Alina,” he took dangerous steps towards me until I was pushed against one of the walls, as he held me captive. “You were mine, then. You are mine now. And you, most definitely, will stay mine in the future. Not even you can separate yourself from me Alina, because you were born to be mine!” And that’s when he smashed his lips against mine in a furious kiss.

From the Don’s Widow to Dock Queen

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On our wedding day, he hung my ex-fiancé’s head at the church door. Guests screamed and fled, but he took my hand and said, “A traitor like him didn’t deserve to live.” I thought I’d married my true kind. He spoiled me for three years—diamonds, yachts, private islands. If I glanced at something, it appeared in our bedroom the next morning. Until my birthday, when the private investigator sent me an address— A house with my birthday as the passcode, stuffed with my cousin’s photos, her clothes, Polaroids of them having breakfast in each other’s arms. That night, he came with a cake and a diamond box. “Happy birthday.” I said: “The only gift I want—is her dead. By your hand.” His smile froze. In that moment, I realized three years of devotion had all been an act. And he never knew—the women of the Corsica family aren’t born to be caged birds. We’re born to take revenge.

Tender Kill

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My husband, Julian, never loved me. It took three years of marriage before I knew for certain. On the bedroom surveillance feed, I lay unconscious in bed, oblivious to everything happening around me. Julian had his arms around Serena—his late brother's widow—right there beside me, the two of them laughing as they discussed how to divide my assets after I died. "Once she gets a little sicker—so far gone she can't even remember her own name—no one's going to question a thing." Julian pressed a kiss to Serena's cheek. A year ago, after my father passed, the insomnia set in. Julian, being a psychiatrist, wrote me prescription after prescription. Every day, he placed the pills against my lips with those gentle hands of his. Every day, he kissed my forehead and whispered, "Sleep. I'm here." I'm here. Yes. He certainly was. Right beside my unconscious body, with another woman, waiting for me to die. So that was your idea of "tenderness." And that was your idea of "killing." I'm awake now. I'm not your prey anymore, Julian. From this moment on, the roles of predator and prey are reversed.

Goodbye, Don Corleone

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At my Don husband’s “Alliance Day” banquet, he was supposed to deliver a speech to the city’s elite—yet his seat sat empty. Because in the smoking room, he had his “Chief Weapons Designer” pinned against the liquor cabinet. She asked coyly, “Aren’t you afraid your wife will suddenly walk in?” My husband didn’t stop. His voice was hoarse and unmistakably clear: “Right now… I want you more.” I didn’t keep watching. I turned and left. An hour later, carrying a brand-new set of identity papers and evidence enough to bring down his empire, I vanished like a ghost from this heavily guarded fortress. Vincent Corleone—when you return to that icy room with nothing left but a divorce agreement, your painstakingly built kingdom will only just be starting to crack from the core.

Divorce Me, Godfather

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For four years of marriage, I thought I’d picked the right man. Dominic Falcone. Head of the most powerful of New York’s Five Families. They called him “The Velvet Glove”—always impeccably suited, always effortlessly composed, never once raising his voice. Manhattan high society regarded him as the most refined Italian in the city. On Wall Street and in Washington, he was a permanent fixture at the best tables. He never stayed out past midnight. There were no tabloid scandals. On the nights I jolted awake from a nightmare, he’d hold me in his arms and whisper: Whatever hurt you before—I’ll never let it happen to you again. I believed him. I believed him, and I believed his mother Katarina, too—that the reason I couldn’t get pregnant was my problem. Four years. Fifty examinations. Hospital after hospital, specialist after specialist—I never once fought back. That woman showed up in person every three months, sat in the room, and watched me get examined with the cold scrutiny of an interrogator. He sat beside her and never said a word. Then one day, I saw a video. In it, he was kissing another woman. A full sixty seconds. Later, that same woman stood up at the Five Families’ annual charity gala and announced to the room that she was carrying his child. She was staking her claim before the entire underworld: the Falcone family had an heir on the way, and she was the mother. That night, she ran me over with her car in the parking lot. He was sitting in the passenger seat. “She had it coming,” he said. Then his enforcers hauled me off the ground and pressed me facedown onto a scorching engine hood. I smelled my own hair burning. I heard the bones in my fingers crack, one by one. After that, I did three things. I ordered ten male models into his private booth at his underground club—on his tab. I burned his wine cellar to the ground—every last bottle worth millions. And I told him to close his eyes and sign a little “surprise” I’d prepared. It was our divorce agreement. Before I left, I sent him an email with all fifty of my medical reports from the past four years attached. The last line read: Maybe it’s time you found out which one of us actually has the problem. He got tested. The diagnosis came back: azoospermia. And in that moment, the ever-composed Godfather began to fall apart.

Blood Oath, Broken Vows

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On the anniversary of my son's death, I watched my husband kiss another woman in the underground parking garage. I had just returned from the cemetery, rainwater still clinging to my shoes, while he pressed his mistress against the car door, kissing her with focused urgency. Three years ago, the attack was meant for him, but the bullet took our son instead. Today, I discovered I'd lost far more than just a child. "When the time is right, I'll get a divorce." His voice was low, his hand still gripping her waist. In that moment, I knew I had to leave this family, even if it meant losing everythin

Glory Deception

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Six years into our marriage, my husband always said he was too busy to come see me. So I decided to fly back and surprise him myself. But when I walked into the coffee shop he frequented the most, the cashier sneered and asked me, “Why are you harassing my boss’s husband?” For six years, I had been working on a classified NASA project, believing my husband was just as busy with his own work. Only now did I discover that he had already built another perfect family. Even more ridiculous—he had been using **my benefits** to support them all this time. When I exposed the truth, he didn’t apologize. Instead, he threatened me: “Six years of your career—are you really willing to destroy it just to expose me?” Until the moment NASA Security and the FBI knocked on the door, the lie he had spent six years weaving finally collapsed.

When My Superstar Husband Fell for His Sister-in-Law

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The funeral had barely ended when my celebrity husband brought his pregnant sister-in-law home. "My brother is gone, and she's pregnant and needs care. As a public figure, I have to be responsible." Axel Franklin—America's hottest A-list star—spoke these words like he was delivering a press statement, calm and indisputable. He carried Ella's luggage and gave her our master bedroom. And I could only watch coldly from the sidelines. The first week, she was relatively quiet. The second week, she began to infiltrate. She brought warm milk to the study, her voice soft and fragile: "Filming is so exhausting, you need proper rest." At dinner, she coughed lightly, hand pressed to her chest: "Axel, I feel a bit stuffy. Could you tell me about some interesting experiences from your shoots?" In the middle of the night, she pretended to have breathing difficulties, calling Axel into her room to sing her to sleep. I wasn't an outsider to this world—I was an investor's daughter, intimately familiar with the entertainment industry. I'd grown up surrounded by schemes and manipulation. I could see her performance was flawless, every move calculated with precision. But when I looked at Axel, his eyes held patience, even tenderness. "You'll be more comfortable if you lie on your side when you rest." As he said this, his fingers gently touched her face. My heart clenched painfully. How I wanted to remind him—I'm your wife, not her. But the words stuck in my throat, leaving only the violent pounding of my heart. Five years ago, I gave up the chance to join the board of directors for this marriage. I abandoned my edge in the financial world just to be a quiet star's wife. Now I understood—in his eyes, a pregnant sister-in-law was more worthy of his protection than I was. I walked into the study, my fingers ice-cold as I dialed the phone. "Dad." My voice trembled but held unprecedented determination. "I want a divorce."

Blueprints of Betrayal

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My husband donated his sperm to his stepsister—and asked me to give up our home for her and their child. The night I held a pregnancy test with two red lines, ready to tell him the news, he was in her kitchen cooking porridge for her instead. He stole my architectural design, put her name on it, forced me out with nothing, and traded our five-year marriage for the heir in her belly. “You won’t get a single cent,” he said, tossing the agreement at my feet. What they don’t know is this—the design they stole is powerful enough to drag them from the clouds straight into hell

The Birthday Lie: I Burned My Marriage Down

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On my seven-month-pregnant birthday night, I sat at home waiting for my husband to come back. But he was lying in a presidential hotel suite with his “sister,” livestreaming. In front of the entire internet, he called me a “sow.” Seven months ago, I gave up my career to carry his child, believing I had a happy family. But on the livestream, he mocked me for being “fat and old” while holding that so-called sister, declaring that she was his real woman. When I rushed to the hotel and exposed them on the spot, he only sneered and told me— I was nothing more than a tool to bear his children. But they didn’t know this humiliation wouldn’t break me. The moment my child died because of their schemes and violence, I made a decision: Since they destroyed my life, I will destroy everything they have.

Married Her—But Used Me

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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.

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 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.