After losing my memory, I divorced Don

I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory. I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years. I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news. But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me. After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me. "Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce." Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"

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Chapter 2

I woke up to find myself lying alone in the middle of a massive bed big enough for four people.

I reached out; the sheets on the other side were crisp and cool, as immaculately made as they had been last night.

I pushed myself up, my heavily bandaged wrists throbbing with a dull ache, and made my way downstairs.

The penthouse lobby was suffocatingly silent, broken only by the heavy footsteps of armed guards pacing the perimeter.

I found Caspian sitting at the head of a long dining table.

Flanked by silent enforcers, his deep, intense gaze was locked on a syndicate ledger.

He didn't look up at me when I walked in.

The estate's Capo, an older man in a crisp suit, stepped forward with a stiff, formal demeanor.

"Good morning, ma'am."

"Sit down and eat," Caspian ordered, his tone flat and authoritative.

I sat at the absolute furthest end of the table, putting as much distance between us as possible.

The Capo placed a heavy crystal bowl in front of me.

It was a specialty mango dessert, its sweet aroma so rich it was almost nauseating.

"Miss Elena had this sent over first thing this morning," the Capo announced, his voice sharp enough to carry across the room. "It is Miss Elena's favorite."

The smell, coupled with the nakedly insulting gesture, sent a wave of nausea through me.

I shoved the crystal bowl away, the glass screeching harshly against the tabletop.

"Take it away."

Caspian finally looked up from his ledger.

His deep eyes narrowed, his gaze so piercing it felt as if he were trying to pin me to my chair.

"Know your place, Sienna. Eat your food."

I met his murderous glare without flinching, my resolve only hardening.

"I have no right to eat the leftovers of another woman's favorite dessert in my own home."

I didn't know what my relationship with Caspian was like during the five years I couldn't remember. But we were supposedly husband and wife, yet he didn't even know I was allergic to mangoes.

The guards around the room shifted uneasily, the rising tension in the air becoming almost thick enough to choke on.

Caspian slammed his pen down, the sharp crack echoing like breaking bone.

"Throwing this ridiculous, childish tantrum over a gift—stop embarrassing yourself."

Before I could answer, the heavy double doors of the dining room were pushed open.

The guards immediately parted, bowing their heads slightly in a show of deep respect.

Elena glided into the room.

She wore a designer dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, her smile stiff and insincere.

The Capo rushed forward, hurriedly pulling out a chair and placing it right next to Caspian.

"Good morning, Miss Elena."

Elena rested a slender hand on Caspian's broad shoulder before looking across the table at me.

Her gaze slowly drifted down to my bandaged wrists.

"Sienna, I was so worried. How are your little scratches healing?"

I didn't lower my head, nor did I cry.

I leaned back in my chair and looked at her.

"Did you come all this way just to show off? Or do you always enjoy crashing a married couple's breakfast uninvited?"

Elena's fake smile vanished, replaced by a look of outright hostility.

An angry flush crept up her neck.

She instantly turned to Caspian, her eyes widening to look incredibly vulnerable.

"Caspian, I just came to check on her. I don't know why she's being so cruel to me."

Caspian slammed his hand against the table.

The sound echoed in the high-ceilinged room like a gunshot.

"Enough."

At the Don's command, the entire room fell dead silent.

He glared at me, his face radiating absolute, unquestionable authority.

"Sienna, your unreasonableness is exhausting. Elena is my guest and is under my protection. You will treat her with respect."

I looked at the man who was supposed to be my husband.

He was actively protecting the woman who had openly humiliated me in my own dining room.

Elena appeared exceedingly gentle: "Don't be angry, Caspian. I came specifically to invite you to my celebration banquet..."

After saying that, she seemed to suddenly realize I was standing right there, and it would look bad not to invite me. She had no choice but to say to me, "Will Miss Sienna be joining us as well?"

I originally had no desire to attend, but seeing the smug triumph in Elena's eyes, I changed my mind.

A rebellious sneer graced my lips.

I stood up, pushing my chair back with a harsh scrape of wood against stone.

"Of course. I will respect her immensely. I assume we're all attending her Syndicate's dinner tonight? I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

El padre de mis hijos

8.2

After a night of passion with a dangerous stranger, Elena’s life changes forever when she discovers she is pregnant. Years later, her past resurfaces as the powerful mafia leader returns to claim what is his. Caught in a world of violence and betrayal, Elena must protect her children from the shadows of their father's empire. As secrets emerge and enemies close in, she struggles to survive the lethal consequences of their shared history.

Action Mafia Romance

7.7

Escaping The Mafia Don's Golden Cage

7.7

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Mafia Modern Romance

8.9

HIGH VOLTAGE SEDUCTION

8.9

WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!! This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with deliciously filthy fucktwists that will leave you breathless. Each story is steamy, gripping, and driven by compelling plots that pull you deep into forbidden desire. You will find A strict 59-year-old professor bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she's been a very bad girl. A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival's bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless. Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn't rage - she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life. A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own. She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her - and her sister can't say a single word. Piper's rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches. A spoiled, arrogant rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn't walk away - she dances for him until he completely loses control. An assistant's boyfriend has a huge cock, but "Daddy" knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy. Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet... and loses all control the moment he bends her over. Chloe has been secretly masturbating to her stepbrother's photos, moaning his name as she comes. She can't hide it much longer. A married gym coach can't stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs. Her doctor tells her she needs rest... but she's determined to prove she's strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table. Every twisted fantasy and every scorching answer waits inside these pages. Flip the pages, spread your legs... and get ready to throb.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

His Crode Clutches

8.5

He's dangerous. He's Cruel. Rosa's life had always been ordinary... until she met Killian Salvatore, the enigmatic and dangerously captivating man who awakens desires she can't control. To the world, Killian was a respected professor, calm, brilliant, untouchable. But behind closed doors, he ruled the underworld as a ruthless Mafia lord. As their forbidden bond of lust and desire deepens, Rosa begins to uncover secrets and painful truths that threaten not only her heart but her very existence. Because Killian's role as a professor was never real, it was a disguise driven by revenge and vengeance born from a dark past. Meanwhile Killian found himself chained in obsession which had no limits. He was deadly obsessed. Insane! He tried to bury their poisoned past which was uncovered with her tears and betrayal. He was her obsession, her tormentor, her danger, responsible for the tragedy that shattered her past. Torn between love, betrayal and vengeance, Rosa must navigate a world of lies, passion, and ruthless power, where every choice could be her last. In a twisted game of hearts and cruelty, can love survive when betrayal lurks in every corner and when the one who holds her heart may also hold the key to her destruction? NOTE: DARK ROMANCE OBSESSIVE BOOK. SO BE AWARE.

Action Mafia Romance

7.1

I Married You For Your Brother’s Face

7.1

I married the most ruthless Don in Chicago, but not for love, money, or power. I married Luca Falcone because he was the only man on earth who carried the same DNA as his dead identical twin, Dante—the love of my life. For three years, I played the role of the submissive, obsessed wife. I endured his coldness. I cooked for his mistress, Sofia. I even stayed silent when Sofia pushed me down a flight of stairs in a jealous rage, nearly killing me. Luca thought I stayed because I was weak. He thought the way I stared at his face was adoration. He never realized I was looking right through him, seeing the ghost of the brother he could never live up to. But the moment the second pink line appeared on the pregnancy test, my mission was complete. I had secured the heir. I had brought a piece of Dante back to the world. The vessel was no longer needed. I signed the divorce papers, packed my bags, and vanished into the night while Luca was busy with his mistress. When he finally tracked me down months later, broken and begging on his knees for me to come home, I didn't feel a thing. I looked down at the man who thought he was a King and delivered the final blow. "I never loved you, Luca. I married you for the sperm."

Mafia Modern Romance

After losing my memory, I divorced Don

Chapter 2

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