I DON'T WANT HIM BACK

Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession. Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betrayed, she drowns her sorrows in a bar, only to be saved by a dangerously alluring stranger with emerald-green eyes and a lethal reputation: Monte "Four" Zagcanni, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire. Four is everything Jason isn't-dark, dangerous, and devastatingly protective. When Veronica discovers she's pregnant with Jason's child, she strikes a deal with Four: a fake marriage to shield her from scandal. But what starts as a cold arrangement ignites into a passion neither can resist. Jason, realizing his mistake too late, wants Veronica back-along with the son he never knew existed. But Four isn't a man who surrenders what's his. And Veronica? She's done being the meek wife. Betrayal runs deep. Revenge burns hotter. As secrets unravel-her father's bloody past, Rhea's twisted obsession, and Jason's deadly lies-Veronica must decide: trust the man who destroyed her once, or surrender to the devil who might destroy her forever. One wants her back. The other wants her forever.

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Chapter 2

I don't know how long I lay there sobbing last night, even long after Jason had left the room and I heard his car driving off into the night. I had thought last night with the dinner and all that he was starting to see reason and know not even knowing that he was cheating on me

Cheating on me

I choked down a sob as I applied mascara to my face to cover all the bruises that Jason had inflicted with his whole hands, while I was disappointed I still couldn't help but feel like this was my fault why could I not give him children? Was it that hard?

I couldn't even call my parents and tell them what was going on because they are going to do anything to keep me married to Jason. After all, his family paid mine in millions who the hell was going to stop wanting to be benefiting like that. Well that left me with one person I could trust.......Rhea.

Rhea was my best friend back in grade 4, and we have been best buddies ever since. We were practically inseparable, even now she was the one I trusted with my problems. Maybe if I go to her she would have a good advice for me, Rhea was a therapist and relationship expert, I haven't told her about Jason and I. I liked to keep what happened in our marriage private, between the two of us but after what happened yesterday I couldn't hold it down anymore.

I picked up my expensive hand bag and headed to the garage. My driver Roberts was already waiting for me, I lowered my head hoping he didn't see the bruises on my face or that the mascara covered it up.

"Good morning Ma'am" he said.

"Good morning Roberts" I said raising my face and his brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to say something but he just nodded and opened the door for me. I sighed in relief, I didn't want to many questions and I didn't want to explain how Jason had beaten the shit outta me then publicly announce that he wanted a divorce.

Gods, could the week get any worse.

Roberts drove in silence, with one or two glances at the rearview mirror. It looked like he had one or two to say .

"I heard you and Boss arguing yesterday" he started and I laughed boss? Funny

"There was nothing Roberts" I said and he raised a brow, as if that was an obvious lie, as if my mascara covered bruised face didn't hide it well enough.

"If you say so, I heard something about a divorce" he countered softly and I scowled, angry at him for reminding me, angry at Jason, angry at life at fate.

"Just drive Roberts, thanks for letting me know that you were eavesdropping" I shot out and he nodded solemnly. I felt guilty talking to him like that Roberts was nice and always wanted to k ow if I was doing okay but for now I was in a mess and I needed to talk to my best friend, she was the only one who could get me out of my mood or give me an advise something I needed so much right now.

The car stopped in front of the familiar house and I stepped down and turned to go in.

"Should I wait outside for you ma'am" he asked and I shook my head.

"No need Roberts, I will be fine thank you" I said and he nodded and drove off. When I knocked on the door it opened instantly and I grinned when I saw her, her eyes lit up.

"Jesus Vee, long time. What are you doing here?" She asked and I smiled at her.

"Just in trouble and I need your help, like old times huh" I smile at her and jiggled her boobs, "Besides you owe me you vixen" I added and she shook her head.

"Girl you don't let go eh? Come on in, bacon is on the gas" she said and we walked in. She stared at me and she suddenly frowned.

"Vee?"

"Umm yeah?" I answered and she cocked her head to the side.

"What happened to your face?" She asked and I looked down. Suddenly the urge not to tell anyone what was going on in my marriage nagged at me again.

"Nothing Ree, nothing" I said and Rhea eyes narrowed and she frowned.

"You have a black eye, I know makeup well enough to know that, and you suck at mascara" she retorted and glared at me.

"I said it's nothing" I snapped and he chuckled.

"Since when did you defend a black eye?"

"It's not a black eye" I ground out and she nodded I sighed in relief, then;

"Did your husband give you that?" Sha asked and I froze, why was she always damn right.

"No, why would you say that, and I don't have a black eye" I insisted. Rhea stared at me like she wasn't convinced then she nodded, she stood up and pulled open a fridge and poured me a glass on wine.

"Here drink up, you look like hell" she said and I nodded my thanks. She got up to answer a phone call while I stared around. She wasn't with anyone and she looked to be doing okay, I suddenly wondered if I really even needed a marriage but I kept thinking of Jason, I couldn't leave him. I still loved him even after all he did last night.

Something caught the corner of my eye and I raised a book on a shelf and slipped out the photo underneath and my blood ran cold.

In the picture was a recent photo of Jason and........

Oh my God

Rhea

Rhea was the one Jason was cheating on me with.

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"You don't know what you're playing with." He murmured, His hand traced a slow path down my arm, fingers firm but deliberate, sending a shiver straight to my core. "You are scared" "I'm not." I whispered. He smiled. "You should be." Before I could think, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto mine, rough, urgent, claiming and fierce, consuming fire of his touch. "I can't stop. I don't won't to." Then he claimed my lips again. And soon, my lips moved. I was kissing back. This shouldn't be happening. Just then footsteps echoed. "Rylan-stop, someone's coming-" But his hands only gripped my waist tighter, holding me still. he whispered. "Let them. I don't care." then his lips crashed against mine, harder. I tried turning away but he grabbed my neck and stuck his tongue into my mouth. "Rylan please." my eyes dart to the door. "Stop." I struggled. His hand slipped down to grab my ass. Squeezing it tightly. "If you weren't wearing a jean, I would have stuck my fingers right into your holes. Fuck." He hissed then continued. A light knock sounded at the door followed by the twisting handle. No! ★ Some-secrets are born in fire... and some desires, forged in darkness. Alyssa Milano carries a past she can't outrun-one soaked in blood, silence, and a secret that could ruin her. At fifteen, her innocence was stolen. Rylan Russo is danger, ruthless, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. When he sets sights on Alyssa, their worlds collide in a storm of obsession and desire. Is this a love story tocall? In a world where trust is poison and passion is a weapon, Alyssa must choose her path. A dark, twisted romance where survival comes at a cost.

Action Mafia Romance

7.6

Christmas Downfall: Don, You Shouldn't Harass A Mafia Princess

7.6

Anna Brown, the formidable mafia princess of the Brown clan, once shared a passionate bond with Daniel White-the "Silver Fox" of New York's underworld-whose Christmas vow of eternal love had her believing in a future together. But when Daniel's tattoo artist lover Lola brands Anna with a humiliating slur and claims to carry his child, Anna's devotion curdles into ruthless revenge. She strips Daniel of his power, freezes his assets, and exposes Lola's greed, only to watch Daniel spiral into the clutches of the vicious gangster Grizzly. As Christmas memories of roasted sweet potatoes and rose-lined proposals fade, Anna confronts the bitter truth: some love, like a cold sweet potato, can never be warmed again.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don

8.2

I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist. It turned out the medication was just sugar. My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way. When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me. Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence. Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands. He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor. He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire. I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field. Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over. At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed. He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me. I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled. Then I turned to the man standing beside me. "Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his. "My husband."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress

9.2

I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King.

Action Mafia Romance

9.6

Loyalty And Ashes

9.6

In the shadow of a ruthless criminal empire, Elara finds herself ensnared in a web of betrayal and forbidden passion. After her father’s sudden disappearance, she is forced into a strategic alliance with Silas, the cold-blooded heir to a rival family. As they navigate a world of lethal secrets, their mutual distrust transforms into a dangerous attraction. With enemies closing in, Elara must decide if love is a weakness or her only way to survive the fire.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

My Sexy Sassy Boss

8.4

May Boston is a sassy, powerful woman who owns the biggest fashion agency in the city. Her perfectly controlled world is thrown into chaos when she crosses paths with Luca, a homeless man suffering from amnesia. Out of pity, and curiosity, she lets him live with her. What she does not expect is to be bossed around in her own house, treated like a subordinate, and willingly doing everything he asks. Slowly, without realizing it, May falls deeply in love with him. That turns out to be her greatest mistake. Because before Luca lost his memory, he was the ruthless king of the largest Mafia group in Italy, Oliver de Luca

Mafia Modern Romance

I DON'T WANT HIM BACK

Chapter 2

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