Secretly His: May The Best Man Dare To Kiss The Bride!

For ten years, Melanie and Gabriel looked like a fairy tale couple. People envied how he "cherished" her-no one saw the other woman on the side. When the affair surfaced, Melanie slid divorce papers across the table. "Gabriel, you don't deserve my love anymore." She walked away, unaware Rhett had watched her for eleven years. He'd been best man at her wedding, grinning while jealousy chewed him raw. After the split, Melanie buried herself in work and went global. Gabriel found her in his best friend's arms, his gaze burning with fury. "Was it him? Is he the reason you left me?" Rhett stepped in front of her. "You never deserved her. She was meant to be mine."

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Chelsey smiled softly, and something about her looked delicate.

"When did you start working in this field?" Melanie asked, giving the camera a flawless smile.

"I've liked makeup since college. After graduating, I worked in social media, mostly on personal branding. At first, I just wanted to share more makeup techniques with everyone."

They followed the script without any issues, but when the interview ended and Chelsey started to stand, Melanie stopped her. "Miss Wallace, I've got one last question from viewers who care about you."

No one had warned Chelsey about anything extra. She froze for a beat, then eased back into the chair with a strained smile.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes," she said, and her smile turned sweet. "He loves me deeply."

Melanie kept her expression steady, but her hand clamped down on the microphone until her fingers ached.

Gabriel loved Chelsey?

So what about his wife?

"I hope you remain this happy," Melanie said calmly, and she ended the interview.

Outside the studio, Gabriel came up to her right away.

"Honey," he called, and his eyes still went to Chelsey.

Melanie understood what he wanted. He wanted her swallowed up by work so she wouldn't interfere with his life with Chelsey.

"Other things need my attention," Melanie said coldly. "You head back first."

Without slowing down, she brushed past them and went straight to her office.

The door closed behind her, and the tension finally slipped. She pressed her fingers to her temples and rubbed until the ache eased.

A sharp knock pulled her out of her thoughts.

Rhett came in, and his eyes paused on her worn out face. "It's lunch time. You coming with me or not?"

"I'm busy," she said. "Go eat without me."

"So this is your plan?" he said, and his tone turned cutting. "Skip meals so Gabriel starts paying attention again? You're already thin enough. Do you want people to think you are sick?"

He stepped closer and studied her face like he expected her to drop any second.

She met his eyes, and he bit his lip without meaning to, because her face stayed stuck in his head.

She didn't have the energy to argue. After a slow breath, she gave in. "Fine. Let's go. We'll eat at the restaurant downstairs."

The second they sat down, Melanie's phone started ringing. Her lawyer's name showed up.

"Ms. Shaw, the divorce papers are finished, and I've sent them to your email."

Relief loosened her shoulders, and a small smile finally showed. "Thank you."

Rhett watched her closely, then reached over and took her plate. "So what is it?" he asked, cutting her steak for her. "Did you get news about the divorce?"

Melanie kept her mouth shut and didn't give him anything.

Before he could push again, his own phone buzzed with a new message from her lawyer. "I've drawn up the divorce power of attorney. As long as Gabriel signs it, the divorce can be registered without his physical presence. I heard you're friends with Ms. Shaw. So why keep it quiet that you found her a lawyer?"

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I was tightening my husband’s tie for the photographers at the gala when my phone buzzed against my thigh. A single notification stopped my heart dead. Julius had just wired five million dollars—capital I had secretly stolen from my father to build his company—to an account named 'K. Drake'. When I confronted him later that night, he didn't apologize. Instead, he lured me to an empty warehouse and detonated a rigged gas line. I woke up in a hospital bed, my body broken and my mind racing. Julius stood over me, checking his watch, looking terrifyingly calm. "The baby is gone," he said dismissively, referring to the pregnancy I hadn't even told him about yet. "But Kenzie needs a bone marrow transplant. You're a match." He was holding our daughter, Ava, hostage. He told me if I didn't give his mistress my marrow, I’d never see my child again. He looked at me with total contempt. To him, I was just a boring, civilian housewife. A prop he had used and was now ready to discard. He had no idea who I really was. He didn't know that the "bank loans" I secured for him were actually laundered syndicate money. He didn't know that the father I "didn't talk to" was Horacio Horton, the most feared Don on the East Coast. I let them take the marrow. I let them believe they had broken me. Then, as soon as Julius left the room, I reached for the phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in ten years. "Papa," I whispered into the receiver. "Send the army." The civilian Florence died in that bed. The Mob Princess had just returned to take her throne.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.3

Lust and Unholy Love

9.3

Sacrifices are hard, but they must be made, especially when it involves family. But has there ever been an instance where a sacrifice made becomes pleasure taken? Sweet, docile Erika returns home from Venice; as a nun, was simply meant to be a visit to her family, nothing more. Or at least she thought it was nothing more. Her family welcomes her with the most terrifying news, she had to get married to save them from debt. A debt which her irresponsible sister had bestowed onto them after her disappearance. As a nun and believer of love, Erika despises the idea, especially when she's set to wed one of her mother's haughty friends' sons; Liam Chapwood, but she sees no other option; unless she makes one. What other option would she have when she learns she's being thrown into debt by the Vitale family. A debt being owed to none other than Stefano Vitale, the Don of the Italian mafia. Bound by her debt, Erika finds herself caught in the pleasures offered by none other than the Vitale brothers. What choice would she make when one brother offers her love and affection, and the other brother offers dominance and fulfilling every dark desire a woman can possibly dream of.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.0

Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don

8.0

For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over. Instead, she framed me again. Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate. I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help. But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference. He chose the monster over his wife. That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me. So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me. I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn. Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass. He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger. He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession. "Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.6

Reborn as my enemy's contract wife

8.6

After a fatal betrayal by her own family, a woman unexpectedly wakes up in the body of an heiress. To uncover the truth behind her death and exact revenge, she enters a dangerous contract marriage with her former greatest rival, a cold mafia boss. As they navigate a web of secrets and lethal conspiracies, their fake alliance sparks a genuine, perilous passion. She must survive his world while hiding her true identity to win her war.

Mafia Mystery Romance

9.0

She Hid Her Crown, Now Reigns

9.0

I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."

Mafia Modern Romance

8.8

She Was Unwanted, Now She's Queen

8.8

For three years, I swallowed a bitter pill daily, suppressing my royal white wolf bloodline for a normal life as the Alpha's Luna. That morning, my husband Santino coldly announced a crucial announcement, then entered our grand hall with another woman, declaring, "Alessia, she will be living here from now on." She was pregnant, he announced, carrying our late Beta's child-yet her neck was unmarked. My scoff met his furious Alpha dominance, threatening my title, forcing my bow as he settled her into the suite next to ours. Her sickening scent soon permeated my private study. Later, I found him intimately grooming her in the kitchen-a sacred act for mates-while he snarled mental insults, branding my jealousy pathetic. Watching his hands violate our vows, a slow, cruel smirk pulled at my lips. My three-year marriage was officially over. I had already paused my royal trust fund's capital, then severed our mind link with a chilling declaration: "Don't touch me with the hands that just touched her."

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