Alessandro

Werewolf

I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened. I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever. But the dead don't always stay dead. I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part. This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel. I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose. They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed. They have no idea what I've become.

Mafia

The day my husband, a Mafia Underboss, told me I was genetically unfit to carry his heir, he brought home my replacement—a surrogate with my eyes and a working womb. He called her a "vessel" but paraded her as his mistress, abandoning me while I bled on the floor at a party to protect her and planning their secret future in the villa he once promised me. But in our world, wives don't just walk away—they disappear, and I decided to orchestrate my own vanishing act, leaving him to the ruin he so carefully built for himself.

Mafia

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.

Mafia

I had been deaf for ten years after a cartel fire took my parents' lives. My fiancé, Alessandro, the Mafia Underboss they died to save, swore a blood oath to be my permanent refuge. Two weeks before our wedding, my hearing miraculously returned. But the first thing I heard wasn't his loving voice—it was the sickening sound of him sleeping with his mistress, Sophia. I stood frozen outside his office door as the man who promised to protect me groaned her name. "This forced Family duty is a sickness to me. You are the only one I wish to take to wife." When he came home, he smiled gently and used sign language to ask if I was okay. Yet, right in front of my face, he recorded explicit voice notes to her, detailing what they would do in bed that night. He thought I was still a deaf liability, a crippled burden he could easily manipulate. He paraded his betrayal right before my eyes, confident I was trapped in a silent shell, completely oblivious to his mockery. But I could hear every single dirty word. Instead of crying, I calmly pressed the record button on my phone, booked a one-way flight to London on the morning of our wedding, and prepared to strip the Underboss of his entire empire.

Billionaires

She became his wife to repay a debt. He planned to destroy her to avenge a blood-soaked past. At fifteen, Rose life was quietly sold off by the man she trusted most-her father. At twenty two, she's forced to stand at the altar beside Alessandro De Luca, a ruthless Italian mafia boss with a reputatio

Mafia

I had been deaf for ten years after a cartel fire took my parents' lives. My fiancé, Alessandro, the Mafia Underboss they died to save, swore a blood oath to be my permanent refuge. Two weeks before our wedding, my hearing miraculously returned. But the first thing I heard wasn't his loving voice—i

Romance

Mafia boss Alessandro Rossi retrieves his heir from his runaway wife. He employs the young Victoria to care for his son. After spending one drunken night together, she is pregnant for him. Their lives are entwined now and they end up in a loveless marriage. She finds comfort in the arms of anoth

Mafia

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,

Mafia

The day my husband, a Mafia Underboss, told me I was genetically unfit to carry his heir, he brought home my replacement—a surrogate with my eyes and a working womb. He called her a "vessel" but paraded her as his mistress, abandoning me while I bled on the floor at a party to protect her and plann