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Stop Pleasing Him, Marry His RivalAfter the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years. He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried." He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him. So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of. "Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival DonThe night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.Gaslight and Gasoline“Get me out—the car is on fire!” My boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart had crashed into my car. The doors were jammed, and the emergency hammer in my hand was a pink plastic toy. “Someone switched the hammer!” Maeve smiled. “That was me. Cute, right?” Smoke thickened behind the windshield. Declan looked straight at me. “It’s just a fender bender. Get out yourself.”No Longer the Don’s WifeFor the first half of Isabella Moretti's life, she gave up her inheritance and spent twelve years as Dominic Valenti's wife. She left the family council, cared for her husband and son, remembered every capo's limits, supported the families of fallen soldiers, and covered Dominic's mistakes. She used the skills that once controlled an empire to hold one home together. On their twelfth wedding anniversary, Isabella learned that Dominic's finance director was pregnant with his child. He cried and said he was sorry, but he could not give up the woman who claimed she wanted nothing from him. At the Valenti anniversary dinner, his mistress wore a brooch left by Isabella's mother, took Isabella's seat, and waited for Dominic to protect her. Dominic knew exactly what Helena was doing, but he still told his wife to apologize. That was when Isabella understood the truth. She had not spent twelve years protecting a family. She had spent twelve years protecting a man who believed her sacrifice was his right. She removed her wedding ring and put the Moretti signet back on her hand. From that night on, she was no longer the Don's wife.The Wife on the Autopsy Table“Enough of your ridiculous games!” my husband snapped through the phone. “Vanessa’s cat is missing. I don’t have time for your little dramas.” The line went dead. Two weeks later, I stood in the morgue and watched my husband examine a body sealed inside a concrete wall. “One of the victims was pregnant,” his brother said quietly. My husband’s face darkened. “Elena is always lying about things like that.” I looked down at my own body on the autopsy table. “Honey,” I whispered, “this time, I wasn’t.”Forgetting My Mafia HusbandAfter Elena is diagnosed with a fast-moving memory disorder, her doctor asks her husband to sign the surgical aftercare form. Elena says, “I do not have a husband.” Ten days earlier, Dante De Luca signed their divorce papers without reading them. He still leaves his wife whenever Bianca, the runaway bride who returned to Chicago, needs him. Then Dante rushes back to the family airfield and finds Elena holding a card with his photograph. It reads: Dante De Luca. Ex-husband. Do not trust. At last, regret consumes him. But Elena has already forgotten his face—and the seven years she spent loving him.Game Over, Mr. BrooksMy employee badge had been placed inside a silver raffle drum. The man who drew it was Ethan Brooks, heir to Brooks Group. He was also my fiancé in name only. He planned to make me fall in love with him within thirty days. Then he would dump me in front of the entire company at the anniversary gala. He wanted a management trainee with no connections to admit that she had seduced the Brooks heir to secure a permanent position and move up in the company. What Ethan did not know was that I had not joined Brooks to land a job. I was there to decide whether Ethan would receive Hale Capital’s $2 billion investment. I also wanted to see whether the fiancé I had never met deserved a place in my life.My Ex Sold Me to the Don I FledMy fiancé and my best friend drugged me and sent me to a Mafia Don, all so he could delay his gambling debts and land the port contract. They thought I was just an orphan with no family, no power, and no one who would stand up for me. What they did not know was that the Don they handed me over to was the fiancé I had run from three years ago. And I was the Mafia heir with enough power to decide whether they lived or died.He Trained on Me for His Mafia PrincessDante Marcelli taught me pain, obedience, and how to please him. For three years, he made me believe it was love. Then I heard him tell his right-hand man the truth. "Ava was practice. Isabella will get the finished man." So that was all I had been. A lesson. A test. A quiet woman he trained before he married a real mafia princess. I did not cry. I did not ask for an answer. I took off his bracelet, joined an emergency field team, and vanished from New York. Dante never knew Ava Lane was only a name I used to hide. My real name was Aviana Moretti. The lost heir of the Moretti family. The Ghost Surgeon. The woman the underworld called when a bullet had already reached the heart. When I returned to New York, I was no longer the Ava who waited for him. I was Aviana Moretti.I Built His Empire, He Gave My Bed to Another WomanLorenzo Vieri always believed Isabella Moretti would stay. She gave up her place as heir to the Moretti family. She took bullets for him. She built the ports, casinos, crews, and alliances that made him one of New York's most feared bosses. Then Isabella was shot during an ambush in Chicago, and Lorenzo chose to stay in bed with his brother's widow, the woman Isabella once trusted as her closest friend. He gave Sophia Isabella's victories, her territory, and her command. Isabella did not fight him. She even put on her wedding dress and walked into the chapel on their wedding day. Lorenzo thought she had finally surrendered. Then another Mafia boss entered in a black tuxedo. Isabella had come to get married, but Lorenzo was no longer the groom. She had also come to take back every piece of the empire she had built for him. By the time Lorenzo understood what he had lost, his family had no seat on the Commission, no allies, and no future. Isabella only had one thing left to tell him. Without me, you were never a king.The Call He Never Answered“We need a divorce.” Arthur laughed. “What about our daughter? Going to make her run off with Mommy?” “She’s dead, Arthur.” He checked her empty bedroom, then came back sneering. “You actually hid her to sell this lie? You’re so jealous of Vanessa you’d fake your own daughter’s death. You’re sick.” The door slammed behind him. I began packing her things, but the familiar scent of her blanket broke me all over again. Then the cemetery called. “Mrs. Hayes, hurry! Someone is digging up your daughter’s grave!” Shouting erupted on the other end.After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the Empire“You want a divorce?” my husband laughed. “Bring Anthony here and make him tell me.” Three days earlier, he had left our ten-year-old son alone in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress. “Find a cab,” he’d told him. “If you can’t get to school alone, you’re not ready to inherit this family.” Now he was demanding that I bring Anthony to his gala. “I’m announcing him as my heir.” He still thought Anthony was sulking over a missed exam. I looked down at our son’s ashes, numb with grief and too exhausted to cry. “I’ll bring him,” I said.The Monster They MadeFor ten years, I loved my stepbrother. When I confessed, Julian called me filthy and sent me to a psychiatric hospital to “fix my brain.” For three years, they starved me, beat me, locked me in darkness, and stripped away every piece of the girl who had once begged him to come back. When Julian finally collected me, he complained that I looked thin. My mother prepared dinner for his pregnant girlfriend. My family praised me for learning not to overstep. They were right about one thing: I had been cured. I no longer wanted Julian's love. I no longer wanted a place in the Sterling family. And I no longer believed any of us deserved a happy ending. Now Julian is kneeling for the heart he ordered others to destroy—but the only man I trust is waiting by the ocean, and my final escape may cost all of us everything.My Husband Left Me to Die for the Woman in My Wedding Dress“Donovan—take me to the hospital. My water broke.” I was seven months pregnant, bleeding on the floor while his secretary stood beside him in my wedding dress. “She’s faking it,” Chloe said softly. Donovan looked at me with disgust. “Stop ruining Christmas.” Then he kicked my phone away and left me locked in the bathroom to die.