HEALING IN HIS ARMS

After getting raped by her uncle at the age of 10, pearl Wilson's life never remained the same. She had to live with the stigma even after her uncle Richard was sent to jail. No one knows about the case except her family and her three friends, but despite that fact, she felt eyes on herself everywhere she went. Pearl grew a deep-seated hatred for the male gender afterwards, even her own dad. She's rebellious and obstinate. As she grew, her hatred grew with her, up until college. Everyone in Legacy college knows Pearl the male hater who throws shit on the faces of every boy she meets. Pearl's male hatred met an unexpected hitch when she had an encounter with the silent one, her department's quiet boy... Ronnie Banks. Ronnie is known for his greek-god-ish calm exterior and cool personality. He only talks when necessary, but what Pearl is unaware of is that he has had eyes on her since her first year in the school. He has been watching her from a distance, and now, she willingly walked into his lair. She's caught! What happens next? When the two opposites clash... When secrets huge enough to break several hearts started coming out like. when bloodshed and unexpected events hit the ground. Are you already feeling the heat of the dramas? Damn! You don't wanna miss out on this Dark College Romance, do you? Don't you dare!

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Chapter 2

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She topped it with a corset top and one of her numerous black boots.

The chains in the boot were clanging as she climbed down the stairs, hanging her backpack on her right arm.

She only straightened her hair, did a light make-up and her favorite lipstick, and she's still just as beautiful...she has always been.

"Pearl bby!" Her mum rushed to her when she walked past the living room.

"Ma, I'm late already" she said without waiting.

"You have a lash on your face" the woman pulled her back and removed the lash gently.

Pearl hugged her afterwards.

Her mum understands her more than any fuçking body, and that's why she'd always be her favorite person.

"I love you" the woman smiled after they broke the hug, and Pearl replied with a kiss on her cheek before finally leaving.

She hopped in her black convertible car at the driveway and rolled it out of the mansion.

The street air welcomed her skin like an old friend when she opened the sunroof.

Her hair almost became disheveled again, but she was sweeping the waves back with her hand till she got to school.

She drove into Legacy college and pulled up at the wide@ss park.

Immediately she came down and saw her friends waiting for her already, she smiled.

"I'm the last one this morning huh?"

"Yeah, Sofia the last" Morgan replied, and Pearl gave her the middle finger which made her laugh out.

Morgan Young is the gossip queen of the friendship, the funny humorous one.

Beside her, there's Lizzy Greene, the fashion icon who's got the trendiest fashion sense in this whole campus.

"Where's Bekah?" Pearl asked when she got to them, and the fourth friend immediately came out of her car, elegant as fûck.

Rebekah Van Doren, the princess of this island. Her parents rule Terraverde, so she's a royal blood, the richest in the friendship.

"Here I am!" Rebekah winked, hugging Pearl fondly.

"Now we need to talk about what Morgan did last night" Lizzy said, adjusting her fur coat.

"Are you kidding? You guys drank the alcohol as soon as it hit the table, not my fault" Morgan rolled eyes defensively.

"We wouldn't drink if you didn't bring the bottles, bîtch. You know my condition!" Lizzy rolled eyes too.

Pearl and Rebekah began laughing.

Lizzy and Morgan behave like enemies most of the times.

"Can we just go to class already?" Pearl cut in, and Lizzy grunted.

"I have a gist though" Morgan smiled.

"Spill" The three chorused.

"I saw my dad's dîck this morning, and I almost cried for mum. It's small!" Morgan said unfiltered.

"Eew! Gross!" Pearl squeezed her face.

"You're sick, Morgan" Rebekah laughed as Pearl pulled her into the campus.

"Crazy @ss" Lizzy laughed, and Morgan joined her as they sashayed to catch up with the girls.

As they walked deeper into the school, greetings came for the girls from several hallways.

Morgan's gossip mates wave at her almost every minute, and Lizzy's fashion wannabes won't stop saying hi to her.

Rebekah as the princess doesn't need to try, she's always greeted respectfully.

Pearl might be popular like them, but no one relates with her at all.

She got her phone and went online to distract herself, then someone bumped into her.

The phone fell, and she smirked as she looked up to meet the nonchalant eyes of Rook, the crazily tattooed guy.

He smirked too, and eyes widened around them when students saw what just happened.

"Do you have cataract or something? You don't just bump into me and stand there like a moron! Pick my phone!" Pearl snapped angrily, and eyes widened again.

Gasps filled the hallway, and the crowd multiplied, no one wants to miss this spectacle.

Rook is the most feared guy in this whole school. Firstly, because his father is Master X who runs an underground casino.

Secondly, because Rookhimself is the leader of The Titans, a dangerous frat club in the campus.

No one argues with him, else, the outcome will be ugly.

"Pick your fuçking phone for you?" Rook's brows tightened.

"Heck yeah, you knocked it down bastard!" Pearl went closer to him, and he scoffed.

* Her again?

* And it's Pearl this time?

* Gawd, I hate her!

Mouths began running as the scene got tensed.

Rook will never pick the phone, and it's obvious Pearl will not take that.

Her friends just stayed with the crowd, watching.

When something like this happens, it's a waste of time to try to stop her cos Pearl never listens to anyone.

"Pick it!" Pearl glared at Rook again, and he was about to grab her by the neck when the scene changed.

Someone entered the hallway, and all attention turned to him.

Students made way for him, and girls began, wetting their pants and gasping as admiration dazzled in their eyes.

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On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter. Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open. The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?" It was from his mistress, Charlotte. They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement. I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don. To survive, I had to play the part. Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile. "Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for." I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room. The humiliation didn't stop there. I found out our marriage license was void. He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral. He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated. But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway. "The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia." He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter. He didn’t know I had been counting down the days. When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry. I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death. Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow. Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife. He had no idea he had just set her free.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.5

Betrayed Wife: Saved By The Mafia King

7.5

I was sitting in the obstetrics clinic, rubbing my four-month bump, when a livestream popped up on my phone. It was my husband, Xander, exchanging vows with my illegitimate half-sister, Rissa. The caption read: "The Commission never ratified your marriage. You're just the incubator." My husband and my father had sworn they were at a critical mafia sit-down. But there they were on the screen, laughing. I called Xander. He answered, thinking he was slick, but he forgot to mute the room. "Two more years of acting like a saint," I heard him sneer to his men. "Fucking her is a chore. But she's worth fifty million in clean assets." My marriage was void. My child was considered a bastard by the Mafia code. When I confronted them later at the gala, Rissa threw herself to the ground, screaming that I attacked her. Xander shoved me. Hard. I hit the table, and as blood trickled down my legs, he didn't even look at me. He scooped Rissa up and stepped over my bleeding body like I was trash. They froze my accounts. They hunted me down to a cheap motel, planning to kill me once I signed over the trust fund. I was cornered by a mob in a dirty clinic, waiting for the final blow. But it never came. A hand caught the metal chair mid-air. Killian Qiro, the most dangerous man in Chicago, stood over me. "Who dares?" he growled, his eyes dark with lethal promise. "Who dares call a Qiro child a bastard?" He picked me up from the dirt. "Xander is a dead man walking," he whispered against my hair. "He just doesn't know it yet."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

He Saw Her, Not His Wife

8.7

My husband of three years, tech mogul Harrison Lang, has severe face blindness. So I became a brand, not a wife, wearing only blue and Chanel No. 5 so he could recognize me. But at a party in Cannes, I watched him walk through a crowd of hundreds and embrace his mistress, Kassie, with a look of pure joy. He saw her instantly. Later that night, I was mistakenly arrested. I screamed his name for help. He looked right at me and told the police, "I don't know her." He left me to rot in a French jail cell, claiming he didn't recognize me without my "uniform." But how could he see her in a gold dress, yet not his own wife being dragged away? It wasn't his illness; it was his heart. It had learned her face, but never bothered with mine. Now, years later, he' s had me arrested again at my own art show. But as the cuffs click shut, an old fire captain steps forward. "I was at the wildfire that caused his condition," he tells the police, looking at Harrison. "And I know the girl who saved his life." Then, he points directly at me-at the star-shaped scar on my wrist.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

8.2

When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit. My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy. I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me. Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black. When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice. Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband. The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite. "You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this." I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

Love Outside my Reach

9.0

Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise. Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly. Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder. But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words. Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then." She turned to leave. "Hey!" Jordan bellowed. She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry? "You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?" Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?" "So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh. "No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again." Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?". Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to". Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic. Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge. As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin's crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles's gentle affection and Jordan's intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming. As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.4

Pampered By The Enemy Of My Ex

7.4

I served the Dunlap family for six years, managing their dark accounts and raising children that weren't mine, all while waiting for my husband to truly love me. But when the "real" mistress returned, my devotion was rewarded with a death sentence. My husband, Gavyn, didn't just ask for a divorce; he dragged me to a cliff edge. He stood next to Iliana, the woman who stole my life, and looked at me with cold indifference. He called me a thief. He called me an "incubator"—a temporary vessel used to hold his place until his princess came back. Then, he ordered his hitman to finish it. I managed to bribe the hitman and jumped into the freezing ocean, but the fall cost me the only thing that mattered. Alone on a desolate beach, shivering and broken, I miscarried Gavyn's child—the baby he didn't even know existed. I lay in the sand, hollowed out by grief. I couldn't understand how the man I worshipped could discard me like trash. He didn't just break my heart; he tried to erase my existence. But fate wasn't done with me. On that same beach, I found a wounded young man hiding in the woods. He wasn't just a stranger; he was the lost heir to the Sosa crime family—Gavyn's mortal enemies. When the Don, Daniel Sosa, came to claim his nephew, he offered me a hand. Now, the world thinks Alex Dunlap is dead. But tonight, I am walking into the Grand Gala on the arm of the most dangerous man in the city. And I’m going to burn Gavyn’s empire to the ground.

Mafia Modern Romance

HEALING IN HIS ARMS

Chapter 2

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