The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

The darkness of the Yale archaeological dig site swallowed Eleanor whole, dropping her straight into a lethal, prehistoric jungle. Before she could even process the bizarre time jump, a massive prehistoric wolf attacked her, only for her to be saved—and immediately claimed—by Jace, a towering, blood-soaked savage chief who marked her as his mate. Dragged back to his primitive camp, her nightmare only escalated. When she used her modern first-aid kit to save a dying hunter whose stomach had been ripped open, the tribe didn't thank her. Instead, a jealous tribeswoman named Greta and a ruthless Shaman incited a violent, torch-wielding mob. "Burn the witch before we all die!" They marched on the Chief's cave, demanding Eleanor be burned alive, claiming her life-saving stitches and antibiotics were dark magic that would curse them all. Eleanor was terrified and furious. She had just pulled a man back from the brink of death using basic medical science, yet she was about to be slaughtered by a mindless mob simply because they couldn't understand her language. Was she really going to be burned at the stake for an act of pure salvation? But when the hunter's fever broke and he walked out alive, the angry mob dropped to their knees in absolute reverence. Looking at her dying lighter and finite supplies, Eleanor realized that fear wouldn't keep her alive in this brutal world. She pulled out her tactical pen, deciding to drag this savage tribe out of the dark ages herself.

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Eleanor slammed her free hand against his chest, pushing with every ounce of strength she had. It was like trying to move a mountain. Jace didn't budge an inch.

He lowered his head. His rough nose brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, right at the collarbone. He inhaled deeply. His Adam's apple bobbed against her forehead.

A violent shudder ripped through Eleanor's body. The sheer animalistic nature of the gesture made her stomach heave.

"Let go of me, you psycho!" she screamed in English. She jerked her knee upward, aiming straight for his groin.

Jace's combat instincts were instantaneous. He shifted his hips slightly, taking the blow against his thick thigh muscle without a flinch. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He squeezed.

The air rushed out of Eleanor's lungs. Her ribs groaned under the pressure. Tears of pure, physiological pain sprang to her eyes. She stopped fighting, gasping for breath.

Jace paused. He looked down at the moisture gathering in her eyes. A flicker of confusion crossed his harsh features, but his grip didn't loosen. Instead, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them firmly behind her back.

With his free hand, he reached into the leather pouch tied at his waist. He pulled out a thick cord of animal sinew. Strung on it was a massive, pristine white wolf tooth, sharpened to a lethal point.

He held the tooth up to her face. He spoke a single, harsh sentence in a guttural language, his voice vibrating deep in his chest.

Eleanor stared at the bone. She thought he was going to stab her eyes out. She thrashed wildly, throwing her head back to avoid the sharp tip.

Jace frowned. His jaw tightened in annoyance. He reached out and clamped his large fingers around her jaw, forcing her head still.

He slipped the sinew cord over her head. The heavy wolf tooth dropped against her collarbone. The bone was freezing cold against her flushed skin.

The moment the necklace settled on her chest, Jace's eyes changed. The predatory calculation vanished, replaced by a dark, consuming possessiveness.

Eleanor looked down at the tooth. A primal instinct warned her this was a mark. A brand. She shook her head frantically, her pinned fingers twitching as she tried to reach up and snap the cord.

Jace swatted her hands away with a low warning growl. His grip on her jaw tightened, tilting her face up toward his.

He crashed his mouth down on hers.

There was nothing gentle about it. It was a brutal, claiming force. His teeth clashed against her lips, tasting of copper and raw power.

Eleanor's mind went blank with terror and humiliation. She clamped her lips shut, refusing to yield.

Jace growled against her mouth. His fingers squeezed her jaw, applying just enough painful pressure to force her lips apart. He invaded her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside, claiming everything. His rough hand slid down her spine, pressing her closer.

Nausea rolled through Eleanor's stomach. A desperate, violent anger flared in her chest. She waited for a fraction of a second, then bit down hard on his lower lip.

She tasted fresh blood instantly.

Jace grunted in pain and pulled back. A drop of bright red blood swelled on his torn lip.

Eleanor gasped for air, bringing her shoulder up to wipe her mouth violently. She glared at him, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with defiance.

Jace ran his tongue over his bleeding lip. He didn't look angry. He looked thrilled. A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest.

Before Eleanor could process the sound, Jace bent his knees. His thick arm swept behind her knees and around her waist.

The world flipped upside down.

Eleanor shrieked as he hoisted her into the air and slammed her face-down over his broad shoulder.

His shoulder bone dug painfully into her stomach. She hammered her fists against his scarred back, kicking her legs wildly.

Jace ignored her completely. He walked over to the dead wolf, bent down, and yanked his stone spear out of the mud with one hand.

Eleanor stared at the ground moving beneath her, the dead wolf shrinking in the distance. The blood rushing to her head made her dizzy.

Jace broke into a jog. His long strides ate up the distance, carrying her deeper into the suffocating green hell of the prehistoric forest.

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On my wedding night, I made a vow to Liam Gallo, the most feared man in New York. "If you ever betray me," I whispered, "I will vanish from your life as if I never existed." He laughed, thinking it was a romantic promise. It was an oath. Three years later, I discovered his betrayal. It wasn't just an affair; it was a public humiliation. His mistress, Ava, sent me photos of herself in my places, wearing jewelry he'd given me, taunting me with her presence in my life. And Liam let her. The final blow came at our Hamptons estate. I saw them together, Liam and a triumphant, pregnant Ava, in front of his inner circle. He was choosing her, his pregnant mistress, over his injured wife, demanding I apologize for upsetting her. In my own home, I was an obstacle. In my own marriage, I was a prop. The love I clung to for years finally died. Ava's texts confirmed it all, including a picture of an ultrasound captioned "Our baby," and another of her wearing the necklace he named "Maya's Dawn." So, on the morning after our anniversary party, I enacted my plan. I liquidated my assets, bulldozed the garden he planted for me, and served him divorce papers. Then, with a new identity, I walked out of the service exit and disappeared into the city, leaving the man who broke his vows to the wreckage of the life he destroyed.

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9.7

From Mafia Wife to Rival's Queen

9.7

After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him—all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.1

Mr. Mafia's Obsession: His Darkest Desire

9.1

Elena’s life shatters when she is forced into a dangerous arrangement with Dante, a ruthless and powerful mafia boss. Trapped in his shadow, she must navigate a world of violence and secrets while he becomes increasingly obsessed with her. As Dante’s dark desires consume him, Elena struggles to survive his possessive grip. Their volatile connection blurs the line between fear and passion, leading to a high-stakes game of loyalty and betrayal.

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7.8

Oh No! I Sent My Sex Tape To My Bad Boy Stepbrother

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Growing up as the maid's daughter in the glittering, suffocating Collins mansion, Nora Macie has perfected the art of being invisible. Enter Asher Collins. Rich, ruthless, and infuriatingly untouchable, unfortunately for Nora, her stepbrother has always had the power to ruin her with a single word. The moment a private video she never intended anyone to see is accidentally sent straight to Asher Collins. Except Asher doesn't expose her. He becomes curious... and dangerously invested. He will remake her. Not just into someone noticed, but into someone unforgettable, someone who commands attention the moment she walks into a room. Suddenly, the boys who never knew her name are watching her. Through it all, Asher remains in control... or at least he should be. Because the closer Nora gets to becoming everything he designed, the harder it becomes for him to remember that she was never meant to be his. * His fingers lifted, brushing lightly along the side of her throat. "I think you've been lying to yourself," he said. "Because your body already knows what it wants." Her breath faltered. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't back the hell up." And then, without giving her the chance to retreat, he closed the final inch between them. "I would much rather you kiss me."

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8.9

Satin Sinner - A Mafia Romance

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I walked in on my fiancé sleeping with my maid of honor... On the day of our wedding. I did what anyone would do: Threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry. But then something else happened. Something unexpected. In that quiet place... Someone found me. Anton Stepanov is like something out of a dream. Scratch that: out of a nightmare. He's rich as sin, arrogant as heck, and way too handsome for his own good. He's also way too handsome for mine. So when he offers me his hand and a way out of the worst day of my life, I do the only thing I can do: I say yes. That's how I ended up on his yacht. That's how I ended up in his bed. That's how I ended up pregnant with his baby.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.1

The Mafia King's Regret: She Moved On

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For four years, I was the invisible baker's daughter who memorized Dante Vitiello’s routine. I baked stomach-friendly meals for the Underboss of New York, ensuring his ulcer didn't kill him, all while loving him from the shadows. But when I collapsed from exhaustion in his gym, he didn't help me. He looked at me with pure revulsion and asked his guard: "Is she dead? Call pest control." To him, I wasn't a girl; I was a stain that smelled of "grease and desperation." When the Capo’s daughter framed me for stealing family secrets, Dante knew the truth. Yet, he stood silent. He didn't defend me. Instead, he handed me a scholarship check—hush money to exile me from the city, sacrificing my reputation to protect his political alliances. I took the money, not out of gratitude, but out of spite. I burned every sketch, every note, and every shred of the girl who had foolishly loved a monster. I realized I was just a disposable extra in his story. Five years later, I returned as a ruthless top-tier lawyer, engaged to a safe, clean man. Dante, now the Don, cornered me at a gala, looking at me with a desperate hunger he’d never shown before. "I broke you to save you," he claimed, his voice rough with regret. I pulled away and smiled, cold and unyielding. "You didn't save me, Dante. You burned the only person who ever truly loved you. And she’s never coming back."

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