Mr. Knight, Your Ex is a Lab Mogul

On the night of their fifth wedding anniversary, Jolie Knight cooked an entire dinner herself. But it wasn't until nearly ten o'clock that Kaden Knight finally came home-and the first thing he did was head straight for the shower. The food on the table had already gone cold. Jolie dumped everything into the trash without hesitation. When she picked up the jacket Kaden had tossed onto the couch, planning to throw it in the wash, her fingers pulled out a lace T-back thong from the pocket. It wasn't the first time she had received that girl's little provocations. Including this one, it was the ninety-ninth. The bathroom door swung open, and Kaden stepped out. He was shirtless, with a white towel loosely hanging around his waist. He glanced at the pink lace thong in her hand and barely reacted, only lifting a lazy eyebrow. "Larry can be childish. You don't need to get worked up over her," he said. Jolie's eyes traveled over the face she used to adore-still handsome, still familiar. How had things fallen apart in less than five years? But it didn't matter; she had promised herself that after forgiving him 99 times, she would divorce him. The 99th time had arrived, and their marriage was over. "I've decided to join the three-year closed research project you mentioned last time."

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Jolie graduated from the country's top Academy of Sciences. Within just three years of entering the field, she had already become a core member of several major national research projects. She had led multiple teams, and even won a National Science and Technology Progress Award.

Her mentor always said her mind was sharp and she could see angles no one else could.

Five years ago, she suddenly submitted her resignation. Her mentor tried everything to keep her, but nothing worked.

Because she met Kaden. Back then, he was just a clueless young guy trying to start a company.

He had no connections, no backing, and was hitting walls everywhere. It was Jolie who used her network to help him find opportunities.

Later, when his business finally took off, he started pursuing her.

He once told her he liked a wife who could quietly support him without making a fuss. So Jolie resigned from her high-paying research job and became a full-time homemaker, giving him a life with zero distractions.

For the first three years of their marriage, he treated her well. But in the last two years, everything changed.

More business dinners. More late nights. And more perfume on him that wasn't hers.

Recently, things belonging to other women kept showing up on him—lipsticks, eyebrow pencils, perfume bottles, stockings, even underwear…

The first time she confronted him, he panicked. "I'm sorry, Jolie. I was drunk. But you have to trust me, nothing happened."

He cried. He even got on his knees.

And she softened. She believed him.

Until she caught him with his new secretary, Larry, kissing in the break room, she confronted him again.

His attitude flipped completely, turning into the cold indifference he showed her now.

"It was just a kiss. It's not like we slept together. Jolie, no one's taking your spot as Mrs. Knight. Isn't that enough? Without me, you wouldn't be living this comfortable life anyway."

He truly believed she was just an ordinary woman who depended on him to live well.

He had no idea how much Jolie had done for him in the last five years.

Five years—such a short time. He had already rotted. And she was done.

"Kaden, I helped lift you up. I can just as easily drag you back down."

When Jolie walked out of the study with the divorce papers, Kaden was putting on his coat, ready to leave.

She stepped in front of him. "It's late. You're going out?"

"Something came up with Larry, I'm stopping by."

He paused, as if trying to explain, then quickly decided it wasn't worth the effort.

"You're not gonna get mad again, are you?"

"No. I just need a signature on a document."

"What document?" he asked, reaching for it. Before she could answer, his phone buzzed again. He picked up. "I'm coming. Just wait a little longer, okay? Be good."

While sweet-talking the person on the other end, he grabbed a pen and signed the papers Jolie handed him without even looking.

After hanging up, he snapped impatiently, "Don't spend so much. My money doesn't grow on trees. At least Larry helps me with work. What do you even do?"

The front door slammed shut behind him. Jolie looked down at the signed divorce papers and let out a soft laugh.

"Kaden, you really are ridiculous. As for who can actually help you at work, you'll find out soon enough."

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The gunman pressed a Glock to my temple and gave my husband a choice. "One walks out. One stays. Choose, Mr. Underboss." I wasn't worried. I was Haven. I was his wife of ten years, his Consigliere, the woman who built his empire. Beside me sobbed Gemma, a fragile twenty-two-year-old he had known for six months. "Take Gemma! Leave Haven!" Connor screamed, his honor twisting into something unrecognizable. He walked out of the warehouse with another woman in his arms, leaving me to be butchered. I didn't wait for the bullet. I threw myself through a glass window into the freezing canal. I survived the fall, but the life inside me didn't. After five years of failed IVF, the miracle baby I hadn't even told Connor about was gone. While I lay in a cold hospital room, bleeding out the remains of our child, my husband was buying diamond earrings for the woman who had set me up to die. When the doctor tried to sedate me for the surgery, I grabbed his wrist. "No anesthesia," I commanded. "But the pain..." "I want to feel it," I said, staring at the ceiling. "I want to feel every scrap of him leaving my body." I burned that pain into my soul. Then, I went home, poured gasoline over our wedding bed, and lit a match. Two years later, I returned to the city. Connor thought I was dead. But when he saw me on the arm of his mortal enemy, wearing the crown of a rival Queen, he realized his mistake. He didn't just lose a wife. He started a war.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.4

Jilted By The Heir, Married The Don

7.4

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite in my heavy silk wedding dress, waiting to marry the heir of the Moretti syndicate to save my family from insurmountable debt. Then, my assistant handed me the morning tabloid. My fiancé, Marco, had fled to Paris with a half-dressed chorus girl, declaring to the world that he was breaking his chains. My father burst into the room, terrified that rival families would slaughter us by midnight, and demanded I go beg the Morettis for mercy. But the Moretti family's ruthless matriarch and their 'Fixer' had a different plan. To cover up Marco's cowardice and protect their syndicate's reputation, they decided to tell the press that my bloodline was "impure" and cancel the wedding. Even Marco's slimy cousin tried to grope me, offering to take me off their hands as his leftover prize. They were going to nail me and my entire family to a cross of public shame just to save their own pride. I was nothing but collateral, surrounded by cowards, pawns, and opportunists who were ready to devour me to save their own necks. But I refused to be the scapegoat for a spineless boy. If I was going to be a piece on the board, I would be played by the hand of the King. I gathered my heavy skirt, walked straight into the private parlor of the apex predator himself—Don Dante Moretti—and slammed the tabloid on his mahogany desk. "Don't cancel the wedding." I looked the most dangerous man in New York dead in the eye. "Marry me."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

My Death Countdown

8.7

On our wedding anniversary, I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I only had three months to live. I planned to tell my husband, Tobias Wright, but I accidentally heard a conversation between him and his mother, Joanna Wright, when I was outside the study. "Mom, she's finally going to die. I've been waiting for that day for five years." "Don't rush, Tobias. Once she's gone, her heart can be given to Jolie." So I realized that they had an evil plan when Tobias decided to marry me. They had just wanted my healthy heart. I laughed. Then I decided that I would give them a taste of their own medicine for their five years of 'anticipation.'

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

Reborn, I Wed the Untamed Playboy

7.1

On my wedding day to Julian Moretti, the future Mafia Don, I was deliberately sent to the wrong penthouse. My half-sister Sofia had crawled into my fiancé's bed, leaving me to be discovered by the family's exiled, alcoholic cousin. In my past life, I was shattered by this orchestrated betrayal. I cried and begged when Julian publicly humiliated me, choosing his illegitimate mistress over his rightful bride. I played the perfect, dignified Mafia wife for years. I swallowed his insults, ignored his infidelities, and accepted my ruined reputation to keep the peace. But my blind obedience only paved the way for my murder. Julian discarded me, and I was poisoned to death so Sofia could steal my crown as the Mafia Queen. Until my agonizing last breath, I didn't understand. I had honored our families' blood alliance flawlessly. Why was I the sacrificial lamb while they were rewarded for their treason? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the dark leather sofa, suffocating in my heavy silk wedding dress. This time, I didn't shed a single tear. I grabbed a heavy brass letter opener, marched straight into the Don's main study, and slapped the Underboss across the face in front of the entire family. "A Valdez woman does not share her husband," I declared coldly. "To honor the alliance, I will marry Dante." If they wanted to make my humiliation a fact, I was going to make it a funeral.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

Saved By The Ruthless Rival Don

9.7

For nine years, I was the perfect mafia wife. I laundered Marcus Thorne’s money through my design firm, smiled at his dinners, and ignored the lipstick stains on his collars. I believed in the Omertà of our marriage. I thought my loyalty was my armor. I was wrong. On the night of our anniversary gala, a car lost control and barreled straight toward us in the parking lot. Marcus didn't look at me. Not once. He lunged for his mistress, Izzy, tackling her to safety behind a concrete pillar. I was left standing in the open. The impact threw me like a ragdoll. I lay bleeding on the cold asphalt, my body broken, watching through the haze as my husband frantically checked his mistress for scratches. "My ankle," she whimpered. Without a backward glance, he picked her up and carried her to his limousine, leaving me to bleed out on the pavement. He didn't leave me because he panicked. He left me because I was just a shield he used to protect what he actually loved. As darkness crept in, a shadow fell over me. It wasn't Marcus. It was Julian Croft, his sworn rival. I looked at the empty spot where my husband should have been and made a choice. "Get me to the hospital," I rasped, staring into the eyes of the enemy. "And then help me burn his empire to the ground."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

The Heart That Was Never Mine

8.0

Five years ago, Ronan gave his life for me, his donating heart forever intertwined with mine. In my grief, I married Nathaniel, believing his heart was Ronan's. But Nathaniel, selfish and cruel, tore me apart, using me for his cousin's needs. He abandoned me when I fell, left me to bleed, and put his cousin, Freya, above me time and time again. That's when the truth hit-his heart was never Ronan's. I fled to Edinburgh, to Silas, where Ronan's heart truly lay. Nathaniel found me, chasing me across miles, but all his words did was confirm what I already knew: even if Silas held Ronan's heart, he was not Ronan. Silas, too, was filled with jealousy and hurt, but when he learned the truth, he pushed me away. "Don't keep reliving your past with me," he said. I let go of Ronan's heart and finally found my true heart.

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