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After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the EmpireMafia boss Luca abandons his ten-year-old son in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress. At the family gala, Isabella arrives carrying their son’s ashes. Luca thinks she is only the wife he cast aside. What he does not know is that Isabella built his men, his power, and his entire empire. Now she is taking it all back. By midnight, Luca will no longer be the Godfather.The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to OlympusI hid my identity as a goddess and spent three ordinary years as Adrian's lover. The day he learned I was pregnant, he suddenly spoke. "Elena, actually, I'm a nobleman's son." "Calista and I are getting married in three days. She's the city-state's princess. This marriage will raise our family's standing in the city-state. The bride price has already been sent to her family. And... she and I have already slept together as husband and wife." Seeing me frozen in place, he said again, "I'll buy you a house, so you and the child never go without." I stared at him, stunned. "So I'm meant to be a lover who can never see the light, for the rest of my life?" Adrian turned his face away. "She'll be a proper wife. As long as you don't make a scene in front of her, I can give you and the child everything except a title." I was shocked. I never imagined I meant so little to him. "And if I told you my blood runs no less noble than Calista's?" "Anything you want, I can give you too. Even more." ...Biting the Hand: A Billionaire Sister's RevengeA restaurant manager accused me of dining and dashing, inflated my bill, and had security drag me into a filthy storage room. Her reason? She had seen my face on her boyfriend's social media and decided I was his secret mistress. I told Chloe the truth: Julian Sterling was my younger brother. She laughed and called me a homewrecker without checking the account attached to his card. What Chloe did not know was that I had financed the Michelin-starred restaurant she believed Julian owned. I had spent more than a decade raising him, funding him, and cleaning up his mistakes. By the time my brother arrived, he had one choice: defend the sister who built his life or the girlfriend who humiliated her. He chose wrong. A hundred-thousand-dollar setup was meant to put me in my place. Instead, it will cost them the restaurant, the money, and me.Divorcing the Valerius EmpireDante Valerius controlled my cards, my schedule, and even the clothes I wore. Every request had to pass through his polished secretary, Luciana. Then I began bleeding during a dangerous pregnancy. Luciana delayed the emergency payment, Dante praised her for following procedure, and our baby died while I waited for permission to be saved. Three days later, he called because I had stopped asking for things. He mistook my silence for obedience. The divorce papers were already drafted. Dante thinks restoring my clinic access and bringing dessert will make me forgive him again. He does not understand that the wife he kept in the shadows has finally seen the machinery of his control—and knows exactly how to dismantle it. He gave another woman authority over my life. Now I am escaping with the evidence that could expose them both.The Devil's Haute CouturI waited six months for my couture wedding dress. Then I found Dante Moretti's god-sister wearing it for her red-carpet premiere. My mafia fiancé told me to choose something off the rack and stop making a scene. He said he paid for everything, that I owed him every piece of my life, and that if I walked away I would have nothing. So I left the ring on the table and canceled the wedding. Dante believed Aria was a dependent woman with no career, no money, and nowhere to go. He had never bothered to discover the power I hid behind five quiet years—or why rival Don Marcello Leone was ready to open his doors the moment I left. He gave my wedding dress to another woman. Now I will wear my true name, choose his rival, and make him kneel for the empire he thought was his.The Mistress Crossed the Wrong WifeMy mother-in-law and I were traveling together. We had just checked into the Crestmont Hotel in Maris and decided to relax by the pool. That was when a woman—dripping in expensive brands and carrying an even bigger attitude—pinched her nose as if we carried some unbearable stench. “This is a luxury hotel,” she scoffed. “How did people like you even get in here? Did you sneak in just to use the pool? Ugh, I’m going to need a medical test after this.” It completely ruined the mood. I looked straight at her and snapped, “It’s a hotel pool, and guests are allowed to swim. If sharing a space is such a problem for you, go build your own.” Her face twisted in outrage. “Excuse me? Do you have any idea who I am? My husband runs this place. We always stay in the best suite. So get out. You reek of poverty, and you’re contaminating the water.” Beatrice and I exchanged a slow, ice-cold look. This was part of the hotel empire Beatrice had built from the ground up—one of the properties she had handed over to her son, Marcus Vance, to manage. Marcus. My husband. So since when did he have another woman walking around calling herself his wife?99 Betrayals: The Ghost They Left BehindMaya died on the day she was supposed to receive the Crescent Valor Honor. While she lay trapped and bleeding in the family basement, her parents, brother Caleb, and mate Julian celebrated Serena’s graduation. They dismissed Maya’s final calls as another attempt to gain attention. It was the ninety-ninth time they had failed her—and the last. By the time they realized Maya had never left home, she was already watching them as a spirit.The Call He Never AnsweredMy daughter had a sudden heart attack at school. By the time I arrived, I saw only her cold body. I held her in my arms, frantically calling Arthur Sterling. He was busy at the hospital with his first love and ignored my calls. Later, when I told him of our daughter's death, he mocked me bitterly.The Monster They MadeFor ten years, I loved my stepbrother. When I confessed, Julian called me filthy and sent me to a psychiatric hospital to “fix my brain.” For three years, they starved me, beat me, locked me in darkness, and stripped away every piece of the girl who had once begged him to come back. When Julian finally collected me, he complained that I looked thin. My mother prepared dinner for his pregnant girlfriend. My family praised me for learning not to overstep. They were right about one thing: I had been cured. I no longer wanted Julian's love. I no longer wanted a place in the Sterling family. And I no longer believed any of us deserved a happy ending. Now Julian is kneeling for the heart he ordered others to destroy—but the only man I trust is waiting by the ocean, and my final escape may cost all of us everything.His Secretary Called Me a HomewreckerAfter years of waiting, I was finally four months pregnant. I packed Arthur Sterling’s favorite lunch and went to his office, eager to surprise my husband. But before I could reach his door, his chief secretary, Chloe Vance, blocked my way. Convinced I was a servant trying to seduce him, she poured scalding soup over my head, cut off my dress in front of the entire office, and ordered her coworkers to hold me down. When she noticed my swollen belly, her jealousy turned murderous. “You even dared to carry Mr. Sterling’s bastard? I’ll make sure it never sees the light of day.” I screamed that I was Arthur’s wife. Chloe only laughed. “If you’re his wife, then who am I?”