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1Sold 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?!"

2He 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.

3He 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.

4My 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.

5Reborn, 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.

6Claimed 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. ...

7They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My BodyOn the night of the fake heiress’s engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic. I begged my parents through tears to call the police, but they were convinced I was lying. Even my fiancé called me himself to warn me, then blocked my number. Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save a young woman who had been burned beyond recognition. She was the one who pronounced the young woman dead. Only after the DNA results came back did they realize that the person they had refused to save was me.

8Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers“Don’t touch me…” The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there. “Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.” Strong hands pin my wrists above my head. “Quiet.” A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark. It feels too real. Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it. I force my eyes open inside the dream. The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops. Caden and Eric. My twin alpha stepbrothers.

9He Fired Me Before I Closed His $50M DealI paid the fare difference myself to catch the only flight that could save our fifty-million-dollar deal. When I returned with the client's approval, my fiancé had already emailed the entire company announcing my termination. Eric called me replaceable. His new Chief of Staff called eight months of my work a violation of travel policy—while his hand rested on her waist. They believed the client belonged to Carter Solutions. They never bothered to ask why Atlas's COO had warned that the deal depended on me. So I accepted my firing, called Eric's biggest rival, and demanded an Equity Partner title. By the time my former fiancé realizes the contract will follow the woman who earned it, I will be sitting across the table from him with a new company behind me. He fired me to prove I was replaceable. Now his entire business is about to learn otherwise.

10Biting 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.