My Husband Forced Me To Donate My Bone Marrow

Six months after I died during childbirth, my husband came looking for me, demanding I terminate the pregnancy so I could donate my bone marrow to his idealized love. I was the only match. My mother told him, "My daughter has already passed away." With a face full of disdain, my husband retorted, "I ignored for six months and now she's throwing a tantrum, even faking her death! Pass this message to her. Even if she gives birth, I won't spare her a glance! If she doesn't come forward to donate bone marrow within three days, don't blame me for cutting off your medical expenses!" What he didn't know was that after my death, my mother had already given up on her cancer treatment. She held on just to see his remorse at my grave.

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Lu Jingchuan returned to the hospital.

His Song Wanwan lay on the bed, looking thin and pale.

His heart ached as he quickly approached and embraced her. "Wanwan, are you okay? Don't worry. I'll find Zhou Nan soon and have her donate the bone marrow for you!"

A faint smile flickered in Song Wanwan's eyes, but her face showed guilt. "But Nan Nan is still pregnant. How can we ask her to undergo surgery for me?"

"That child would bring more trouble than it's worth, " Lu Jingchuan said coldly, his handsome face hardened.

Song Wanwan hesitated, then softly said, "Once I'm better, I will repay Nan Nan for sure."

"Why would you repay such a spiteful and naive person?" Lu Jingchuan gritted his teeth at the mention of me. "If it weren't for her bullying back then, I would have been with you already!"

"In my hardest times, you gave me the money to continue my studies. My heart has only ever had room for you! People who use their family's influence to push others around should taste their own medicine!"

I almost laughed coldly.

Lu Jingchuan claimed I forced him with my family's power, yet it was he who pursued me, sweetly saying, "Nan Nan, I really like you."

He said Song Wanwan was there for him during his toughest times, but I was the one who anonymously donated to him when his parents passed away.

Song Wanwan was merely an imposter, taking credit for my actions.

Song Wanwan lowered her head shyly, hiding the guilt flashing across her eyes.

At that moment, a doctor in a white coat burst in.

Seeing Song Wanwan and Lu Jingchuan together, his eyes blazed with anger. "Lu Jingchuan, how could you?!"

"Nan Nan's mother is dying, and here you are, cozying up with another woman!"

This was Shen Jin'an, my best friend.

On the day I married Lu Jingchuan, he asked me with teary eyes, "Are you sure you won't regret this?"

After I nodded, he left and went abroad for years to further his studies.

I never expected that after my death, he would return to take care of my mother until now.

Upon recognizing his face, Lu Jingchuan sneered, "And who are you? Oh, just Zhou Nan's devoted follower."

"The Zhou family has fallen. Why are you still protecting that foolish, shallow waste?"

"If Zhou Nan's mother is dying, go find Zhou Nan! As long as she comes out, aborts the child, and donates the marrow, I'll save that elderly woman!"

Shen Jin'an was stunned. "But Nan Nan... she's already dead."

Back then, as a doctor, he was the one who handled my body.

Lu Jingchuan's face changed drastically.

He stood up, marched over to Shen Jin'an, and punched him in the eye. "Did Zhou Nan send you to put on this act?"

"I've heard enough of these pathetic lies!"

"Wanwan is barely holding on. If Zhou Nan continues to hide, I can't guarantee what I'll do!"

Covering his injured eye, Shen Jin'an's voice turned hoarse. "Lu Jingchuan, you've been married to Nan Nan for three years. Do you really intend to treat her like this?"

"Look at the watch on your wrist! Nan Nan gave it to you!"

"Do you really have no regard for your past together?"

Lu Jingchuan froze, his gaze falling on his wrist.

It was a crude watch, starkly contrasting his expensive attire.

I had given it to him when I was eighteen.

I personally placed it on his wrist, telling him, "This is from the money I earned working part-time. Promise me you'll cherish it."

Lu Jingchuan had smiled, patting my head, and solemnly promised, "Don't worry. I'll always wear it."

In those youthful days, he was vibrant and sincere with me.

Later, after my father's suicide, he took control of the Zhou family.

His personality changed drastically, and he burned everything I had given him, except for this watch. Perhaps out of habit, he kept it until now.

Now, with Shen Jin'an's words piercing like a blade, Lu Jingchuan felt a brief discomfort, quickly shattered by Song Wanwan's sobbing.

Song Wanwan cried, "Jingchuan, you still like Nan Nan, don't you? I knew it; she's your true wife!"

"If that's the case, just leave me alone! Let me die!"

Lu Jingchuan panicked. "How could that be? Zhou Nan is malicious and ignorant. Why would I like such a wretch?"

"I haven't divorced her only to find marrow to save you! Once you're well, we'll have our wedding immediately!"

"As for this watch... how could such an old trinket be worthy of my wrist?"

With that, he unclasped the watch and tossed it into the trash.

Years of memories tossed aside so easily, just like that night when I was in labor.

Shen Jin'an stumbled to find Lu Jingchuan, but he left the Zhou home without hesitation because Song Wanwan called, saying she was afraid of the dark.

An indescribable pain spread through my heart.

A twisted anticipation arose within me, eager to see Lu Jingchuan's reaction upon learning of my death.

Would he dismiss it with a sneer, or would he break down in tears?

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7.1

He Followed: Building Our Scarred Life

7.1

On the night of my triumph, my husband chose her. As the champagne flutes toasted my resurrected Renaissance masterpieces, the news channels showed Lorenzo "Enzo" Conti shielding his new business ally—and rumored future bride—from a storm. I stood alone in the glittering gallery, the perfect, neglected wife of Chicago's most formidable shadow-king. For four years, I was his most beautiful possession. A restorer of broken art, trapped in my own gilded cage. That night, I saw the final crack. So I began my own restoration project. Myself. I forged my escape with the precision of my craft, embedding my divorce papers within a genuine museum loan agreement. He signed it without a glance, too busy building his empire to notice he was losing his wife. I vanished into the Swiss Alps, carrying two secrets: my unborn child, and the cold resolve to never be erased again. I thought that was the end of the story. I was wrong. He followed. The man who once commanded a criminal empire now lives in a mountain hut. He chops my wood, clears my path, and learns to soothe our daughter at 3 a.m. When assassins from his old life came, he buried them in the frozen earth with his bare hands. "Let me be your sentry," he says, his eyes holding a peace I've never seen. "Let me use the only skills I have left to keep you safe." This is not a story about forgiveness. This is a story about fracture, and what grows from the ruins. It's about the Don who became a carpenter, the restorer who learned to break free, and the new life we're building—piece by scarred piece—in the shadow of the mountains. Some masterpieces aren't found in museums. They're forged in the silent space between a second chance, and the courage to take it.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

He Wants Me Dead Or Alive

8.4

"Are you going to treat me like the enemy?" Raffaele asked, hovering over me like a predator. "You are the enemy," I sneered. He smiled. "Careful. You're hurting my feelings." "I hope I can hurt much more than that." His eyes darkened. "You forget-I'm the one who can break you." I vowed never to give my heart to a man. Never let one bend me. Never let one own me. Then a single night changed everything. When my best friend became a target, I took her place and caught the attention of the most dangerous man in the city. Raffaele, My friend's older brother, wasn't supposed to see me. We were never meant to meet but the moment his eyes locked on mine, I became his new obsession. I don't bend and he doesn't let go. Suddenly caught up in a world of blood and power, resisting a man like Raffaele might cost me everything...heart, body, and soul. He wants me, dead or alive.

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8.3

My Ex-Husband's Billion-Dollar Regret

8.3

The last thing I remember is my fiancé, Cayden, toasting to our future. The first thing I hear when I wake up in a hospital is him telling the city's most feared Don to pretend to be my fiancé instead. A doctor says I have severe neurological damage. Amnesia. Then, my best friend, Vivian—the girl I considered a sister—walks in. Her hand is linked through Cayden's arm, her head resting on his shoulder. They look like a perfect, loving couple. I hear Cayden's frantic voice in the hallway, not even bothering to whisper. "Please, Liam," he begs the Don, Liam Hewitt. "Just do me this one favor. I need a break from all her marriage talk." Then his voice turns slick with temptation. "As her 'fiancé,' you can finally get her to sign the demolition agreement for the Owen manor. She'll do anything you ask." My heart turns to a pile of cold, dead ash. The man I loved and the woman I trusted didn't just betray me. They tried to erase me. When they all step back into my room, I steady myself. I look past Cayden, past Vivian, and fix my eyes on the most dangerous man in the city. A faint smile touches my lips. "Only you feel familiar," I say to Liam Hewitt, my voice a soft, broken thing. "Fiancé," I say, the word tasting like poison and opportunity. "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name. Take me home."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.0

My Kidney For His Mistress: Never Again

9.0

I woke up from surgery with a jagged scar on my side and a missing kidney. My fiancé, Dante Moretti, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, hadn't saved me from an illness. He had harvested me like spare parts to save his mistress, Sofia. "She pays the tithe," he had told the surgeon coldly while I was paralyzed by anesthesia. For ten years, I was his loyal shadow. I managed his legitimate empire, took bullets for him, and even aborted our child three years ago because Sofia threw a tantrum about bloodlines. I thought my absolute loyalty would eventually earn his love. But when the Cartel held us both over the edge of a bridge days later, Dante didn't choose me. He tackled Sofia to safety and watched as I fell backward into the freezing black river. He thought I drowned. Or worse, he assumed I was a dog that would eventually swim back to its master, no matter how hard he kicked it. He was wrong. I dragged myself out of that water, but the woman who loved him died in the depths. Seven days later, I didn't return to the Moretti penthouse. I walked straight into the headquarters of his mortal enemy, Enzo Falcone. "Do you still want to marry me?" I asked the man who wanted Dante’s head on a spike. Enzo didn't hesitate. "I will burn the city down before I let him touch you again." Now, Dante is crawling at my gates, paralyzed and ruined, holding a medical box containing my stolen kidney. But he forgot one thing: I don't want it back.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

The Alpha's gilded cage

8.7

She was his enemy. Then she was his prisoner. Now, she is his soul-bound prey. Arielle Monet was raised to be a queen of the French Syndicate-loyal, lethal, and silent. When she is captured by the ruthless "Devil of Marseille," Girard Roux, she prepares to endure hell for her family. She waits for the rescue that will never come. Then comes the shattering truth: Her father didn't lose her. He sold her. Marcel Monet used his own daughter as a sacrificial lamb, a distraction to buy his escape while the wolf tore her apart. But Girard Roux doesn't want her blood. He wants her name, her spirit, and her life. In a move that shocks the underworld, he forces a ring onto her finger and a vow onto her lips. Trapped in his ancestral estate, Arielle expects a marriage of cold revenge. Instead, she finds a world of dark, carnal hunger and a terrifying secret hidden behind Girard's golden eyes. He isn't just a Don. He isn't even human. As the moon rises and the beast within her husband begins to howl, Arielle faces a choice that will stain her soul: Run from the monster who bought her, or surrender to the Alpha who promises to burn the whole world down for her. One vow will bind them. One truth will break them. One taste will change everything.

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My Husband Forced Me To Donate My Bone Marrow

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