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At my wedding, my fiancé abandoned me at the altar and walked straight toward my sister, Hazel. All the guests mocked me. Someone remarked, “As expected, there isn’t a man in the world who won’t fall for Hazel—this is already Ivy’s fifth boyfriend who has confessed his feelings to Hazel.” Hazel put on a helpless look, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just trying to help you test your fiancé’s loyalty. Looks like I’ve messed up your wedding again." I stood there, humiliated, but then Alessio Vitale—the most feared mafia boss in New York—stepped forward. He took my hand, looked at the priest, and married me instead. After that, Hazel tried more than once to catch Alessio’s eye. But every time, he called her out in front of everyone. “Hazel, you should know your place. Stop throwing yourself at me,” he’d say, his voice cold and sharp. For three years, Alessio gave me everything. He made me feel safe, cherished, like the luckiest woman in the world. One day, I came home early from a business trip and wanted to surprise him. When I reached his study, his underboss’s voice rang out from inside. “Don Vitale… the Donna’s sister is pregnant with your child. What if she finds out?” Alessio’s answer came low and flat. “Hazel and I… it was just a mistake. Ivy must never know. Keep it from her. I’ll make it up to her later.” I was stunned by the revelation. My heart ached at his lies. Instead of confronting Alessio, I turned away and quietly returned to our bedroom. He had promised me honesty when he married me. Yet, now he lied. So I would leave him—and I would never look back.

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Eight years ago, a massive fire broke out. Viola risked her life to save Kael. She was left with severe burn scars across her back, and her parents lost their lives in the disaster.Overwhelmed by guilt, Kael made a marriage promise to her. The two ran a mountain lodge in Banff together.On the eve of their wedding, an eighteen-year-old girl, Sera, stepped into their lives. Kael became addicted to the easy comfort he felt with Sera, hurting Viola time and again. From public humiliation at a bonfire party, to a life-or-death choice on the cliff, and being blocked at the airport — with help from her attending doctor Lynn, Viola ran away.She moved to Portland and became a trauma recovery counselor. There she met Dr. Eason, and slowly faced her scars and emotional fears. But Kael could not let go; he kept chasing and pestering her. consumed by love turned hatred, Sera set a new fire crisis.Viola traveled overseas for further studies. Kael sold the lodge and crossed oceans to track her down.The two finally met in London for their final farewell. Kael let go of his obsession and left.No longer trapped by debts of gratitude, past pain, or other people’s love, Viola made peace with herself — and started living for her own sake.

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On her birthday, she ends up sleeping with a man, thinking of him as a surprise gift. Little does she know, she is unknowingly entangling herself with a big shot...

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My father was Enzo Moretti, the godfather of one of New York’s most powerful mafia families. And I was his princess—his most cherished treasure. He hid me from his world to protect me, but he didn’t want me left alone, so he arranged a marriage for me. The groom was Leon Scott—the son of New York’s richest man. Handsome, loaded, and a rising star in the business world. On paper, he was perfect. For our wedding, my father had a custom gown flown in from a designer in Milan. Today was my fitting appointment. When I walked into the bridal boutique, my heart stopped. Nicole Hill, Leon’s childhood sweetheart, was wearing my wedding dress. When she saw me, a smug little smile curled her lips. Then she grabbed a cheap white polyester bridesmaid’s dress from the table and shoved it into my arms. “Put this on,” she said, lifting her chin like she owned the place. “You can wear this for the ceremony.” I looked down at the flimsy fabric in my hands, then back up at her. My voice dropped low. “I’m the soon-to-be bride. And you’re telling me to wear this?” She let out a laugh, sharp and mean. “Just do what you’re told and don’t make this difficult. Leon already gave the word. I’m walking down the aisle in your place. And you? You just stand there like a good little bridesmaid and go through the motions.” For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak. Then I pulled out my phone and dialed Leon’s number. It rang twice before he picked up. “Leon, about Nicole taking my place at the altar. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”