TeddyBear

"Tell me you don't love me." My fingers tightened around his collar as I pulled him closer. "Tell me you don't want me, Dave, and I'll leave." His jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. But he didn't answer. Because the mafia king who could destroy anyone without hesitation couldn't bring himself to destroy me. I have loved Dave Monasterio for years, the man who saved me, protected me, and became my entire world. But he only sees me as the little girl he promised to protect. So I'll remind him that I'm not a child anymore. I'll challenge his rules. I'll break through his walls.

On what was meant to be the happiest day of her life, Bellamy Brooks discovers her fiancé's betrayal-with her own cousin. Humiliated at the altar and blamed for the scandal by the very family who only ever saw her as a pawn, she walks away from the Brooks name for good. When her enigmatic billionaire boss, Dominic Knight, offers her a deal to become the surrogate for his heir Bellamy agrees, desperate for a fresh start and a clean break. But moving into Dominic's world brings more than luxury and escape. It drags her into the shadows of a deadly secret. Dominic isn't just a powerful CEO. He's the Alpha of a royal bloodline of wolves. Cold, calculated, and haunted by a dark legacy, he planned to keep Bellamy at arm's length until she becomes his greatest weakness. Now hunted by enemies who would do anything to destroy him, Bellamy and the child she carries are targets. To protect them, Dominic must reveal his true identity and claim Bellamy as his mate. But can a human woman learn to love a beast born of legend? And when bloodlines, loyalty, and passion collide, will love be enough to break the curse?

Rejected unfairly because she was deemed as useless, incapable and unworthy of being the Luna of the Woods pack. Emily Wilson found out that she is more than her mate Aiden Woods sees her to be. She is the Heiress of not just not any clan but the Nightshade, the most powerful and wealthiest clan. Emily came back as a prestigious guest to the Woods to show him how bad his lost is and Aiden could not help but be captured by her new beauty and powerful identity. But then he is not the only one attracted to Emily, his brother Andre also thinks she's gorgeous and take her hands sweetly in a kiss with a charming smile. So when Aiden comes to ask for a second chance, Emily said with a good sneer. 'You have to be worthy of me'

Abby is a nerdy girl who is best friend with the best playboy in school Huxley Ford. After getting told by her boyfriend that she is boring and that is the reason why he cheated on her, Abby decide to get drunk for once and ended up in bed with her best friend. Hux fears responsibility and try to keep his relationship with every girl just a sex thing and nothing more. In a bid to console his best friend Abigail Zimmerman, he had sex with her and took away her innocence. Hux panicked and decide to be a jerk after the sex ghosting her completely. After few weeks, Abby come crying to him that she's pregnant and freaks Hux out of his mind. After seeing the baby ultrasound image, He change his mind about aborting the little foetus abd decide to protect both the baby and Abby, even if it means going against his Dad and giving up his inheritance to become a pauper.

Princess Claire is the most beautiful, elegant and respected princess among all the seven princesses of Aither kingdom being the king's favourite earn her a lot of hatred but she couldn't care less as she dominate the palace. Falling into a trap one night she suddenly became fiancé to Prince Michael her 'Hansome Savior' but having to move to another Kingdom where she's the last and powerless among the other princesses, Princess Claire fought her way to the top trampling on her opponents and dominating her husband Kingdom. Prince Michael is the last prince of his kingdom with no interest in the throne unlike his three brothers he chose the business world but after an incident he became engaged to Princess Claire, they both have lot of misunderstanding especially about prince Michael first love who he can't seems to get over. He tried to change his fiancee thought about things and ended falling in love with her.

When Aiden breaks off his eight years engagement with Alyssa, he felt his world coming to an end until Emily came into his life through an accidental encounter and he finds solace in her But then his unsettled love with Alyssa stands as an obstacle to this love as Alyssa wants him back at all cost even if it takes committing crimes Aiden had to fight through with Emily by his side and unravel the mystery behind his older brother's death

Shaina has always feel inferior to her older sister who always steal what she wants, when her first love was taken by her, Shaina decided to outshine her this once and that is to get married before her older sister does. After a night lie, she found herself entangled to Samael, a thousand years Demon who has taken interest in the human world. The Demon seeks a remedy to the growing dark power in him and after accidentally encouter with Shaina who asked him to become her husband for a night, Samael felt he has found his soulmate and his cure. Will the two different beings have a lasting love? Or will their worlds break them apart?

Yasmin Cassidy had a one night stand with her boss and got fired by him, treated unfair, she came back to settle scores with him But for Kyler it's a disaster as he couldn't get his mind off his former secretary who is filling his heart slowly, faced in the dilemma of choosing his wife or the other woman

For four years, I secretly poured my family's trust fund into the Schwartz MC, acting as the President's Old Lady and the club's private ATM. But when Daryl returned from his cross-state run, he didn't come back alone. He brought home a blonde mistress and a four-year-old boy with his exact same gray eyes. "She gave me an heir. From today on, she is the official Old Lady of this chapter." He expected me to step down to a shared club girl, demanding I stay in the grease pit to tune their bikes and pay their bills. When I cut off their vendor accounts and demanded my millions back, his family showed their true, parasitic colors. Daryl and his mother locked me inside my own heavily reinforced workshop. Through the ventilation shaft, I heard them plotting their sickening next move. They couldn't kill me because they needed my wealth and my engine patents to survive on the highway. Instead, they planned to slip tranquilizers into my water, force Daryl on me, and get me pregnant so I would be legally tied to him forever. "A woman with a baby never walks away," his mother sneered. They thought locking me in the dark would break my spirit and turn me into their obedient slave. But they had no idea they had locked me inside a fully stocked chemical armory. I grabbed the high-grade racing oxidizers and industrial solvents from my workbench. They wanted a private party tonight, so I was going to make sure they never forgot the fire.

She went to lose her virginity to her boyfriend... But woke up in his father's bed. Now, Isabella is trapped between two dangerous men- one who thinks he owns her... and one who refuses to let her go. Secrets. Desire. Betrayal. And a Mafia King who never shares what's his.

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape—the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."

My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement. To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia. It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping. But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished. She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug. She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago. The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash. Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name. She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant. I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead. I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye. "Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you." Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth. "Prove it," he growled. I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.

Three days before the wedding. I was hiding in the dressing room, watching my fiancé caress the swollen belly of another woman. Luca, the man who had saved my life five years ago, was smiling at his mistress, Sofia. But the real knife to the heart wasn't the affair—it was the dress. The custom wedding gown he had "lovingly" ordered for me featured intricate silver embroidery along the hem. It didn't spell Elena. It read Sofia. He was planning to make me walk down the aisle wearing his mistress's name. Later that night, I found a video of him mocking me to his crew, calling me a "dead fish" and admitting he only wanted my family's Capo status. He planned to keep his "true love" on the side while I played the role of the oblivious, ornamental wife. He thought I was just a sheltered princess. He forgot that my bloodline was built on vengeance. I didn't cry. I didn't confront him. Instead, I scrubbed his scent off my skin and dialed a number everyone in Chicago feared. "The pact with the Cavallaro family," I asked my father, my voice cold as stone. "Is it still valid?" "Dante is the Underboss now," my father warned. "He is a butcher. He breaks men for sport." "Good," I replied. "I am done playing with boys." I secretly booked the Gold Ballroom across the hall from my original venue. Luca thought he was walking into a marriage on Saturday. He didn't know I was bringing a monster to the altar instead.

"It was just one night stand, and now I'm pregnant with triplets? Gosh!" Josephine Jade never thought that she would have to run away from her own family while pregnant. She was alone, without money, without connections, with three fetuses in her stomach. How can she survive? However, Josephine couldn't give up now, until she managed to reclaim her arbitrarily seized property and get back at everyone who tried to get rid of her. A sick child, a past crush that comes back, a mysterious eccentric man, and a family that hates her, will weave together the journey of Josephine Jade's new life. "You have no right to separate me from my children, you bastard! I will survive and you will submit to me. Just watch!"

I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria. But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity. A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love. My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me. Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego. He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press. He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan. He had no idea she was a fraud. He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her. He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate. At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her. I didn't beg. I didn't cry. I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play.

I was the wife of Dante Cavalli, the most ruthless mafia Don in the country. But today, his Underboss slid mandatory annulment papers across my hospital bed, ordering me to dissolve our marriage. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged them not to abandon me. I spent the next thirty years locked in Dante's massive penthouse, waiting for a man who bathed the streets in blood but never gave me a single drop of warmth. My aristocratic mother-in-law stripped me of every cent, leaving me completely isolated. I foolishly threw away a brilliant surgical career to be a submissive, obedient mafia wife. In the end, Dante never came to see me, and I died entirely alone in that massive, empty bed. Until my last breath, my chest was suffocated by a lifetime of regrets. I couldn't understand why I had sacrificed my freedom and my scalpels for a man who would only feel a twisted guilt decades after I was already a cold corpse. Opening my eyes again, Fate had dragged me back to the exact day my nightmare truly began. Matteo stood at the foot of my bed, clearly expecting my usual pathetic tears. "Take your time to think about it." This time, I didn't cry or beg for my life. I just picked up the fountain pen, signed my name, and walked out to reclaim the scalpel I had abandoned.