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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 DonI was working a summer job on the cruise ship *The Aurelia* when I was forced into another man's bed. That man was Cole, the Don of the most powerful mafia family in New York. A traitor inside his own crew had slipped him a potent aphrodisiac. Without a woman that night, it would tear him apart. His top enforcer tied my hands behind my back and threw me onto Cole's bed himself. I fought him with everything I had. I screamed that I had a fiancé. He didn't even blink. He wore a mask. His voice sounded strangely familiar. He sneered at me. "You just landed yourself a Don. Why would you still want a fiancé?" "Behave. Don't push your luck." Trapped between the drug and his threats, I had no way out. That night, Cole took me. Afterward, I couldn't face the man I loved. I'd betrayed him, and I had no right to look him in the eye again. I was about to throw his promise to me into the sea, the custom-made necklace with his childhood photo hidden inside, the one that meant he'd chosen me forever. Right as I let go, the enforcer caught it out of my hand. I braced for another one of his taunts. Instead, the second he saw the necklace, all the color drained from his face. His voice cracked, disbelief written across every line of it. "Why the hell is this in your hands?!"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.Reborn, I Became His RegretIn her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.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.Stop Pleasing Him, Marry His RivalAfter the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years. He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried." He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him. So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of. "Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha BrotherIt had been six months since my fiancé Ethan fell into a deep coma from his severe injuries. I still sat by his bedside every day, playing the role of the impeccable, gentle partner. Everyone praised my loyalty. Even Mrs. Vance, her eyes full of joy, promised that the moment Ethan woke, she would personally preside over our pairing ceremony. But every time she said those words, I could only force a smile and lower my head, not daring to look at Ethan’s face on the bed. Because somewhere along the way, I had started to crave his own older brother—Alpha Lucas—with a hunger I could no longer control. ...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 RecordingI loved Damian for ten years. I paid his debts, took back his casinos, opened the ports for him, and put him in the Don's chair with my own hands. The night before our wedding, he drugged me and celebrated my coming death with his secretary in our bed. He said he married me only because I was a Vitale. He said every touch was a transaction he hated. Three days later, he kissed his secretary at my funeral. I lay inside the coffin and listened while he blamed every crime on me. When the lid opened, the wife who had given him everything was gone. The woman who sat up had come back to collect every debt in blood.My Husband Left Me to Die for the Woman in My Wedding DressSeven months pregnant and alone on Christmas Eve, I received a message from my husband's phone promising a surprise. At the nightclub, I found his secretary straddling his lap in my custom red wedding dress. Donovan laughed with his friends and said a wife was for respect, but a mistress was for pleasure. He was sure I would never leave because I carried his child and had nowhere else to go. Later that night, I begged him seventeen times to help me. He chose Chloe every time. Our daughter bled out while I was locked in a bathroom. When Donovan finally came home, he found an empty nursery, a white urn, and divorce papers waiting on his chest. He thought he had humiliated a dependent wife. He was about to learn what a grieving mother could do to the man who killed her baby.