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After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the Empire“You want a divorce?” my husband laughed. “Bring Anthony here and make him tell me.” Three days earlier, he had left our ten-year-old son alone in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress. “Find a cab,” he’d told him. “If you can’t get to school alone, you’re not ready to inherit this family.” Now he was demanding that I bring Anthony to his gala. “I’m announcing him as my heir.” He still thought Anthony was sulking over a missed exam. I looked down at our son’s ashes, numb with grief and too exhausted to cry. “I’ll bring him,” I said.My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival DonThe night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia DonThe masked man who dragged me into a mafia Don’s bed laughed when I begged him to let me go. “Please. I have a fiancé.” “Then forget him.” His voice sounded familiar. Afterward, he caught me trying to throw my fiancé’s necklace into the sea. He opened the pendant. Inside was a childhood photograph. His own. The man who had handed me over to another man was the one who’d promised to marry me.He Trained on Me for His Mafia PrincessDante Marcelli taught me pain, obedience, and how to please him. For three years, he made me believe it was love. Then I heard him tell his right-hand man the truth. "Ava was practice. Isabella will get the finished man." So that was all I had been. A lesson. A test. A quiet woman he trained before he married a real mafia princess. I did not cry. I did not ask for an answer. I took off his bracelet, joined an emergency field team, and vanished from New York. Dante never knew Ava Lane was only a name I used to hide. My real name was Aviana Moretti. The lost heir of the Moretti family. The Ghost Surgeon. The woman the underworld called when a bullet had already reached the heart. When I returned to New York, I was no longer the Ava who waited for him. I was Aviana Moretti.He Chose His New Woman, Then Lost His EmpireThe Calder family had a rule. If a new Consort wanted to be accepted, the woman before her had to hand over something close to her body. Not jewelry bought for show. Not money. Something she had worn. Something that proved she had once existed there. That night, Roman Calder stood before a hall full of guests and said Vivian Cross, the princess of the Cross family, was the woman fit to stand as Calder's Consort. No tears came from me. No scene followed. The black obsidian wolf pendant left my neck after seven years, and my own hands placed it on Vivian. They did not know Serena would soon stop existing. Forty-eight hours later, the O'Rourke motorcade would enter New York. My real name was Seraphina O'Rourke.I Built His Empire, He Gave My Bed to Another WomanLorenzo Vieri always believed Isabella Moretti would stay. She gave up her place as heir to the Moretti family. She took bullets for him. She built the ports, casinos, crews, and alliances that made him one of New York's most feared bosses. Then Isabella was shot during an ambush in Chicago, and Lorenzo chose to stay in bed with his brother's widow, the woman Isabella once trusted as her closest friend. He gave Sophia Isabella's victories, her territory, and her command. Isabella did not fight him. She even put on her wedding dress and walked into the chapel on their wedding day. Lorenzo thought she had finally surrendered. Then another Mafia boss entered in a black tuxedo. Isabella had come to get married, but Lorenzo was no longer the groom. She had also come to take back every piece of the empire she had built for him. By the time Lorenzo understood what he had lost, his family had no seat on the Commission, no allies, and no future. Isabella only had one thing left to tell him. Without me, you were never a king.Forgetting My Mafia HusbandAfter Elena is diagnosed with a fast-moving memory disorder, her doctor asks her husband to sign the surgical aftercare form. Elena says, “I do not have a husband.” Ten days earlier, Dante De Luca signed their divorce papers without reading them. He still leaves his wife whenever Bianca, the runaway bride who returned to Chicago, needs him. Then Dante rushes back to the family airfield and finds Elena holding a card with his photograph. It reads: Dante De Luca. Ex-husband. Do not trust. At last, regret consumes him. But Elena has already forgotten his face—and the seven years she spent loving him.My Ex Sold Me to the Don I FledMy fiancé and my best friend drugged me and sent me to a Mafia Don, all so he could delay his gambling debts and land the port contract. They thought I was just an orphan with no family, no power, and no one who would stand up for me. What they did not know was that the Don they handed me over to was the fiancé I had run from three years ago. And I was the Mafia heir with enough power to decide whether they lived or died.He Married His Mistress at My Funeral—So I Played Their Sex RecordingThree days after my husband drugged me and sent my car into a reservoir, he stood beside my coffin at my funeral. He took the Donna’s ring from my hand and placed it on his secretary’s finger. “From this day forward, Camilla Ferraro will be the new Donna of the Russo family.” He thought a dead woman could not answer him. He had no idea I was inside the coffin, listening.No Longer the Don’s WifeFor the first half of Isabella Moretti's life, she gave up her inheritance and spent twelve years as Dominic Valenti's wife. She left the family council, cared for her husband and son, remembered every capo's limits, supported the families of fallen soldiers, and covered Dominic's mistakes. She used the skills that once controlled an empire to hold one home together. On their twelfth wedding anniversary, Isabella learned that Dominic's finance director was pregnant with his child. He cried and said he was sorry, but he could not give up the woman who claimed she wanted nothing from him. At the Valenti anniversary dinner, his mistress wore a brooch left by Isabella's mother, took Isabella's seat, and waited for Dominic to protect her. Dominic knew exactly what Helena was doing, but he still told his wife to apologize. That was when Isabella understood the truth. She had not spent twelve years protecting a family. She had spent twelve years protecting a man who believed her sacrifice was his right. She removed her wedding ring and put the Moretti signet back on her hand. From that night on, she was no longer the Don's wife.