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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Three days flew by.

Song Wanwan's condition worsened, and Lu Jingchuan grew increasingly anxious because I hadn't shown up.

That day, as Song Wanwan wept, she said to Lu Jingchuan, "Jingchuan, I'm pregnant too.

Is this child going to be okay?"

After soothing her with all his might, Lu Jingchuan spent the entire night in his study.

The next day, he stormed into his mother's hospital room, only to find someone had beaten him to it.

Song Wanwan was kneeling on the floor, tears streaming down her face. "You've known me since I was a child. How can you just watch me die?"

"Please, for the sake of my pregnancy, help me... "

His mother was visibly upset. "You're a liar! You're not sick, and you're not pregnant either... "

Watching this scene, I suddenly recalled events from six months ago.

Having spent many years with Lu Jingchuan, he had grown accustomed to my presence.

Our relationship wasn't always so fraught.

But countless times, Lu Jingchuan found Song Wanwan kneeling at my feet, pleading, "I really love Jingchuan, please let us be together!"

I became the villainous mistress, while Song Wanwan appeared as the victim.

Back then, Lu Jingchuan had slapped me without hesitation, calling me malicious and shameless.

Now, without a second thought, Lu Jingchuan barged in and shoved his mother aside.

"What are you doing, you old woman?!"

"No wonder you're that woman's mother; you're two of a kind!"

"Looks like stopping your medical support didn't teach you a lesson!"

His mother fell hard against the table, her forehead hitting the edge, blood flowing freely.

My heart ached terribly, tears streaming as I tried to help her.

But the living and the dead are worlds apart, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't touch her.

His mother looked at Lu Jingchuan with hatred. "For what you've done to me and my daughter, even in death, we won't forgive you!"

"Is that so?" Lu Jingchuan sneered, signaling his bodyguards who brought in a man bound and struggling.

The man was Shen Jin'an!

The bodyguards threw Shen Jin'an to the ground.

Lu Jingchuan placed his foot on Shen Jin'an's head.

Listening to Shen Jin'an's cries, Lu Jingchuan spoke slowly, "Isn't this man a lackey of the Zhou family?"

"You've upset me today. Maybe I should stew this dog first?"

His mother's expression changed instantly.

This was Shen Jin'an, as dear as a son to her!

"He's a doctor, right?" Lu Jingchuan's eyes shifted to Shen Jin'an's hands.

In the next moment, he picked up a dagger and stabbed it into Shen Jin'an's wrist.

Shen Jin'an screamed in agony!

"Remember, everything you're suffering today is because you helped Zhou Nan bully Wanwan. If Zhou Nan had shown up, you wouldn't have to endure this!"

Lu Jingchuan laughed triumphantly.

His mother, trembling, crawled towards him. "No!"

Her eyes reddened as she bit her lip and knelt down.

She was a traditional aristocratic lady, having lived a life of comfort, never having suffered like this.

When Lu Jingchuan came to the Zhou family, she treated him with utmost care.

But because of Lu Jingchuan, her family was ruined, her life turned upside down.

And now, she bent her proud back, trembling as she begged, "Lu Jingchuan, please, let us go. Let Nan Nan go!"

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After catching her fiancé in bed with her best friend at their engagement party, Lana Rivera's perfect life shatters in a single night. Humiliated and heartbroken, she feels the scene, desperate to disappear. But running from one betrayal thrusts her into something far more dangerous... Seeking refuge, Lana wanders into an exclusive lounge that feels less like a bar, and more like a secret society. Cigars and cologne linger in the air, Italian jazz hums in the background, and patrons watch everything with sharp, vigilant eyes. But when she witnesses a man executed in cold blood, right into the middle of the club, she realises too late that she has stumbled into the world of Underground crime... quite specifically... the Mafia. Before she can escape, Ezio Benedetti, the ruthless Don who owns the lounge, claims her. At first, she believes she will be killed for what she's seen, but instead, Ezio decides to keep her, to parade her, and to make her part of a world she doesn't understand. When he brings her to his family's most elusive event, Ezio shows her off as his newest prize. But Ezio isn't the only powerful man in the room... Among the guests stands Dante Valencia, the one they call the Mafia King, Don of the most feared family in the city, and Ezio's sworn enemy. When Dante sets his sights on Lana, Ezio refuses to let her go, refuelling the war between the two empires. Now, Lana is caught between two Rival Kings of the Underworld, one who wants to possess her, and one who wants to save her. In a world built on loyalty, blood and power, her heart might be the most dangerous thing of all...

Action Mafia Modern

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.

Action Mafia Modern

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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