

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

Liliana thought her online boyfriend, “Rex,” was just a dangerously charming stranger.For three months, they flirted, sexted, and shared fantasies they had never dared tell anyone else.Then one photo changed everything.A familiar crest revealed that Rex was connected to the Falcone mafia—the same crime family that owned the company Liliana worked for.Desperate to uncover his identity, she followed the clues straight to her boss, Marco. The matching cufflinks, the familiar details... everything fit.Until Liliana discovered Marco already had another woman.Humiliated and furious, she sent Rex one final message:“You’re a scumbag. We’re done.”Then she blocked him.What Liliana didn't know was that she had the wrong man.And somewhere above Marco sat the most dangerous man in the entire Falcone family—a ruthless Mafia Don who already knew exactly who she was.Now his online sweetheart had blocked him.And Don Alessandro Falcone had no intention of letting her disappear that easily.

After five years with mafia heiress Diana Valent, Kaelin Therrin, a lead astronaut, learns she is pregnant withthe child of the man she believes saved her life. Heartbroken, he calls off their wedding, destroys every gift she ever gavehim, and leaves for outer space alone, devoting himself to the space program on Mars. Two years later, Kaelin is engagedto someone else. Then Diana discovers the truth-the man who took the bullet for her five years ago was Kaelin, not Elliot. But by then, it' s too late. He no longer loves her.
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Selma Sullivan follows her husband, Chester Sanders, home for the New Year, only to be targeted by his childhood sweetheart, Shirley Zamora. Knowing Selma is allergic to scallions, Shirley deliberately adds them to every dish, then burns Selma's multimillion-dollar contract and even drugs her, hiring a man to assault her. Yet Chester and his family always tell Selma to forgive her. After being driven to her death, Selma is reborn. This time, she replaces Shirley's scallions with the ginger Chester is allergic to and her contract with his $500,000 loan. She makes her husband's family pay for every "forgive and forget" they ever demanded.

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.