Scars Of Love: The Boss's Misunderstood Ex

These are the last thirty days of my life. Four years ago, I secretly donated my kidney to save Falco, the mafia soldier I loved deeply. To ensure he accepted the surgery, I lied and said I betrayed him for money, selling myself to a rival family. Now, he is the ruthless mob boss of this city, and he has finally found me. He thinks my terminal illness is just another trick. "The sight of you makes me sick," he sneered. I bore his humiliation, quietly bought my own grave, and waited to pass away in peace. But when the underground doctor uploaded my surgical records to the mafia network, Falco completely broke down.

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Gia pressed her palms flat against Falco’s chest, her posture intimate.

The sight pierced my eyes, awakening memories I had buried for four years.

The gritty bottom of the underworld, where Falco and I first met.

Bleeding and bruised fighting for turf, in a world that wished we were dead, we became each other's family. We huddled on an old mattress, planning a life far away from blood and guns, the springs creaking beneath us.

Then, his rival poisoned him.

Cold sweat seeped from his skin, and his kidneys began to fail.

I worked myself to the bone, but the price of black-market meds was a chasm I couldn't cross. The underground doctor told me he wouldn't survive long enough for a matching organ.

In desperation, I secretly got tested.

The results woke me up: I was a match.

The memory faded.

Falco's deep voice pulled me back to the hallway. He looked down at Gia, his eyes so tender it made my chest tight.

"My angel," he murmured. "The angel who saved me from the dark. I will make you the Queen of the Mafia."

It was too blinding to watch. I turned and ran toward the stairwell.

Before I could take a step, Gia lunged forward, her fingers hooking the back hem of my jacket.

I lost my balance, my knees giving way, bones slamming into the concrete floor with a dull thud.

The manila envelope stuffed inside my jacket spilled open. My medical files scattered everywhere. The pale pages documenting my deteriorating condition landed right at Falco's leather shoes.

Gia let out an exaggerated gasp, retreating behind him. "I just wanted to warn her to stay away from you!"

Falco’s shoulders stiffened. A primal instinct urged him to move, but he held back.

He stood motionless, looking down at me, his expression unreadable.

He slowly crouched down, picked up the papers, and furrowed his brow.

Gia leaned in, saw the words "Stage 5 Uremia," and let out a shrill laugh. "A pathetic, forged scam! Trying to blackmail the Don?"

The air in the hallway turned freezing cold.

Falco's mood grew dark and terrifying. He crumpled the papers and threw them right in my face.

The pages smacked against my cheek.

It hurt. Not my face, but my heart.

His voice was squeezed from the depths of his throat. "How dare you bring such a sloppy, fabricated scam to me?"

He pointed a finger at me, eyes burning with pure hatred. "Your cold, ruthless greed is exactly the same as when you sold me out four years ago."

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"Don't tease me again or else you really want it. There are no safe words in my bed." He is rumored to know a thousand ways to disarm and pleasure a woman, and I am Olivia, the nymphomaniac. In a quest for revenge against my childhood bullies, I got locked into an unhappy marriage, with an untamed brother-in-law. Colt Fletcher, the morally-grey, rebel biker is ever excited by danger and prefers life on the edge. And from the moment he laid eyes on me, I became his forbidden want. I should know better, to steer clear of deadly desires like these but when fate forces us to live under the same roof, share the same boardroom, and every accidental touch burns, my resolve begins to collapse. But scandals don't stay buried, and my husband is the devil. The price of this betrayal is death. I must choose between my husband who owns my name, and his brother who owns my body.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.8

Discarded Mafia Bride: My Empire Rises

8.8

I woke from a five-year coma not to the faces of my family, but to my own death certificate. It was signed by my parents and my fiancé, Dante Moretti, the most ruthless Don in our world. He had sworn on his father's grave to wait for me. Instead, he replaced me with Sienna—the very woman who put me in that hospital bed. My own son, Luca, looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes. "You're not my mother," he sneered, hiding behind the woman who wore my face. My parents rushed to shield her, not me. "You must understand the bigger picture," my father said. "We did what was necessary for the Famiglia." But the final betrayal came after Sienna pushed me off a bridge and needed a blood transfusion. My own parents signed the consent form to use my blood, and my fiancé gave the order. "Save her," he snarled. The nurse told me they were ordered to "discard the blood bag after use." As if I were trash. I walked out of that hospital, a ghost in my own life. I took the new identity my old professor offered and vanished. This time, I wouldn't be Elara Bianchi, the tragic fiancée. I would build an empire of my own.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Divorced on the Operating Table

9.1

On the same day she undergoes a life-altering surgery, a woman is blindsided by her husband's cold demand for a divorce. While she fights for her life on the operating table, her spouse is already moving on, leaving her to face a brutal betrayal alone. Set against a backdrop of dangerous mafia ties and modern high society, this story follows her journey as she navigates the wreckage of her marriage and seeks a path toward personal reclamation.

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9.4

Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

9.4

My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.

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8.7

Kidnapped by Love: My Ex Left , but a Mob Taught Him

8.7

I was kidnapped, but my ex Calvin Thornton dismissed it as a ploy to pressure him. His cruel words-offering ransom to "teach me a lesson"-left me desperate. Jasper Lancaster, a powerful figure, rescued me. Amidst danger, we grew close, and I chose him over Calvin. When Calvin later regretted, begging me to return and even risking his life to retrieve a tossed ring, I'd already moved on. Wearing Jasper's ring, I made clear my choice: I'd found someone who valued me, and Calvin's belated apologies couldn't undo the past. My heart now belongs to Jasper, and I'll never look back.

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8.6

Mafia Betrayal: Her Escape From Darkness

8.6

The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call. He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.' Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting. The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence. I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.

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