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Giselle Lambert was the obsession of the youngest mafia in history, a man courted by countless women eager to be his bride. He was so influential that he could gift Giselle the entire island of Sicily. Yet, her days were consumed with plans to flee from his overpowering clutches. She ran, and he pursued without hesitation, reclaiming her to his side time and again. "Come and please me!" His voice could strike terror into the bravest souls, but Giselle was a fierce wildcat not easily cowed. Each time, she fought and fled, and each time, he used all of New York City to ensnare her: "Giselle, isn't this golden cage spacious enough? Please, stop running."
July in Brooklyn, New York, was oppressively hot and sticky.
"Grandma, you need to keep up with your treatments. I'll be back tomorrow."
Giselle had been at the hospital all day, her skin soaked with the scent of disinfectant.
When she returned to her neighborhood, she was puzzled to see a luxury car parked in her rundown old district.
Upon entering her home, two men in black seized her, one on each side.
"What are you doing!" Giselle screamed, "Help-"
Before she could finish, a hood was slipped over her head, silencing her.
After the roar of a helicopter and a dizzying journey, Giselle was pushed off the aircraft, her hood yanked off, making her squint in the bright light.
She found herself under a massive gold-leaf dome, surrounded by Raphael's masterful paintings and pure white wool carpets, the epitome of opulence.
A man of striking and fierce beauty sat on a genuine leather sofa, watching her intently. His shirt collar open, revealing well-defined, tanned muscles, he radiated the power of a predatory leopard.
"Come here," he commanded, tapping on his marble table with his index finger.
Giselle remained stationary, eyeing the man warily, like a startled deer.
Noticing her shivering, Henry Jefferson chuckled dryly and turned up the thermostat.
"Too delicate. How have you survived these months on the run?"
"Do I need to physically bring you here?" he asked impatiently as she stood frozen.
Slowly, Giselle approached him, her throat tight, avoiding his gaze.
The tension in the air was palpable, ready to snap at any moment.
Giselle licked her dry lips, "I will not go back with you."
Henry's patience snapped; he grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto his lap, his large hand clasping her neck, the other tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.
"Say that again." His voice was laced with a threat.
"I won't-"
Before she could complete her refusal, Henry tightened his grip, pinning her down on the sofa, his body pressing against hers.
The air conditioning blasted cold air, but Giselle's ears and neck felt like they were on fire.
Henry's gaze traced the delicate features of her face, his hand feeling the softness of her neck.
Unable to resist, he pecked at her lips, relishing the long-missed softness that brought him both relaxation and satisfaction.
He leaned in to kiss her, but Giselle desperately turned her head away; the kiss landed on her neck instead.
This action enraged Henry, and he forcefully captured her lips, leaving Giselle struggling for breath.
"Don't do this... ," Giselle, unable to free herself, resorted to stalling, "Let's talk."
"Talk?" Henry sneered, "About your next attempt to flee?"
"Giselle, why not discuss your grandmother's illness? The medical bills are over a million; can you afford that?"
"You! You've been monitoring me!"
Her mother had died early, leaving her grandmother as her only family.
Her grandmother's heart condition had worsened over the years, requiring expensive surgeries almost like buying extra time.
This time the situation was dire; she hadn't yet gathered the funds for the upcoming surgery. If missing the optimal surgery time, even gods couldn't save her.
"Marry me, and the medical bills will be paid immediately. I'll arrange for you to move to the Upper East Side."
"I don't need it!"
Without a second thought, Giselle rejected him outright.
Rejected again, Henry suddenly calmed, sitting up to inquire, "What's the success rate of the surgery?"
At a regular hospital, the success rate was a mere 10%.
Meaning, her grandmother was likely not to survive the surgery.
Giselle remained silent; Henry continued, "At the NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, the success rate is 90%."
Giselle clenched her fists.
"I'll arrange the top specialists and facilities," Henry offered, dangling even more tempting conditions.
Giselle trembled slightly, her large doe eyes filled with despair.
Unfortunately for her, Henry's hand began to wander restlessly along her side.
The calloused thumb grazed her soft skin, sending a shiver through her.
Without a reply from her, Henry lost patience, lifting her shirt slightly, his warm, dry hand moving upwards along her side.
Giselle's body shook uncontrollably, although this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, she was still terrified, "Let me go, this is rape!"
Henry pinned her down, his lips on hers muffling her protests, his deep eyes full of possessive desire: "Then go ahead and sue me."
"Alex, can I take a break for a few days?" Olivia Hall asked. Alex Adams grabbed Olivia and threw her onto the bed as he said, "Don't forget about our contract. You don't get to say no to me." In order to save her mother, Olivia had sold herself to a stranger. Although Alex was rumored to be cold-hearted and uninterested in women, he made Olivia sleep with him every night. Olivia thought sadly, 'I am only doing this for money.' After paying off her mother's medical bills, Olivia quietly left Alex and buried this memory deep down her heart. However, the arrogant Alex refused to let her go. He found her and said hysterically, "You are the lover of a Mafia, you are not allowed to leave as you wish."
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.