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 3

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

It's Roonie Banks.

* Banks?

* It's Banks!

He might be Roonie,, but no one calls him that... everyone calls him Banks, his surname.

His face is a mask of icy calm, and his features looks like they were chiseled from marble, lacking warmth

He looks like he jumped out of a brand commercial or something, so darn hot.

He's wearing simple black sweatshirt, black denims and boots, his looks are aristocratic.

There's just an effortless elegance in the way he carries himself

He doesn't need to talk, his powerful aura speaks for him, and despite his quietness, he's respected and feared, almost more than Rook.

Rook's face morphed into hateful immediately. He hates him madly__any other word better than madly? Insert that.

Pearl isn't even looking at Roonie, all she's concerned about his her phone.

Roonie's two friends are right beside him... Axel and Hyce.

They strode with him till they went out of sight in the hallway,.

* Tell me you captured his face!

* Of course! Especially the lips!

* Send me the pictures right now!

Girls began fighting to get his pictures, and Rook returned his gaze to Pearl.

Slowly, he picked the phone and handed it to her.

She snatched it and left with her friends, leaving Rook to bite his tongue vengefully.

She'd pay for this.

Getting to class, the lecturer is already in, so Pearl and her friends quickly settled down.

The class continued...

"We were talking about the business that was bought by Facebook in 2014, and the price" the lecturer said, and hush fell in the class

"Anyone " the woman repeated.

The silence continued.

"Snapchat? For 18 billion?" A new voice came from the back of the class, and everyone turned to see the owner.

Roonie!

It's the first time he talked in class, so the shock is real.

"That's dumb... it's WhatsApp, for 19 billion" Pearl replied immediately, and everyone turned to her.

"That's right, Miss Wilson" the lecturer said.

Instead of praises, Pearl received hateful glares for saying dumb.

The lecture continued, and Roonie"s eyes settled on Pearl, watching her creepily from the back like a creep...that he is.

They had four classes consecutively, and immediately they finished up, Morgan jumped in front of Pearl's desk.

"You called Banks dumb? Bitch you're an icon! Girls will eat you!"

"Blah blahfuçking blah" Pearl rolled eyes, and Lizzy laughed with Rebekah.

"But damn, his naturally sleepy voice! I'd do anything to hear him call me baby with it! Seriously if I don't fûck that guy, I'd kidnap him on his wedding day" Morgan chirped.

"Morgan!" Rebekah coughed as her laughter got louder.

"Party again tonight? Need to get high again" Pearl said, leaving the class.

"Wait up!" The girls ran after her.

SCHOOL PARK*

Roonie arrived with his friends just now, all looking exhausted especially Hyce.

The two are just as handsome.

"You intentionally said the wrong answer to make her talk to you in class earlier, yes?" Axel said.

"Obviously" Roonie replied simply, climbing his power bike.

"And what's up with you and her? I can't stand the tension anymore" Axel pressed further, bringing Roonie's helmet out of the car.

"Are you taking over Hyce's duty today? You became the talkative" Roonie raised his thick brows.

Hyce lowered his hoodie cap and and let out a cough intentionally on Axel's face.

"Dude, fûck!" Axel pushed him back.

"Uncle Edward offered to come make dinner tonight" Roonie announced.

"Tell me his wife is the one doing the cooking" Hyce paled up.

"She's on a trip" Roonie replied, holding the bike handlebars.

"I'd rather go paralyzed than eat your uncle's food again. He should be banned from the kitchen" Hyce said, and Axel laughed.

"Ciao" Roonie said casually, and Axel threw him the helmet.

He wore it and drove off on his power bike.

Axel and Hyce entered the car and drove off behind him.

"Banks!" A girl rushed into the park, breathing heavily as sweat covered her face.

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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 3

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