

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

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?”

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

Ariana, a girl from the slums, shares a one-night stand with Damien, heir to the powerful Black family, only to discover her mother has married his father—making them step-siblings. While Damien is bound to his family's chosen fiancée Britney, mafia boss Lucas becomes obsessed with Ariana aftershe once saved his life, and her family pressures her into marrying him. When Ariana gets pregnant, Damien wrongly believes he is infertile and rejects her; after a DNA test proves the truth, they plan to run away, but are repeatedly thwarted by their families and rivals. At the engagement banquet, Moretti matriarch Ava reveals Ariana as her long-lost biological daughter and rightful heir, voiding the marriage to Lucas. Ariana's abusive foster father is killed, and Britney is punished. Six months later, Damien and Ariana settle in Greece with their baby, finally at peace.

My cold, ruthless Mafia godfather guardian tore off his mask the night of my twenty-first birthday. He doesn't want me to call him uncle anymore. He wants me as his caged bird.

Sold by her boyfriend to the mafia king Vincenzo as his contract bride, Violet plans her escape. Yet she discovers Vincenzo's heart of gold... that belongs to her. When danger strikes, Vincenzo saves Violet and suffers grave injuries, leading her to marry him out of duty and gratitude. But during their wedding ceremony, an assassination plot unfolds…

Luke Moore, a business prodigy, made a name for himself when he was 18 years old and returned to his country, founding Moor Corp at the age of 21. However, after being betrayed by his family, he conceals his identity and works as a food delivery rider. When he learns that his girlfriend has cheated on him, he finds himself being pursued. Fortunately, Lena King, someone he met during his childhood, rescues him. Because of the promise they made when they were young, she pressures him to marry her. With Lena's protection and companionship, Luke gradually leaves the past behind and embraces the future with her.

An obedient psychology student, for her BDSM graduation project, mistakenly gets involved with Dom, the most dangerous gang leader in North America. What starts as a "master-slave contract" fueled by lust eventually evolves into an irresistible and fatal redemption.

Fifteen years ago, orphan Chloe saved bloodied boy Kevin with her star necklace. Now Kevin is New York’s fearsome mafia godfather plagued by manic disorder, while Chloe, a top fashion designer, is framed by her cruel stepsister and stumbles into Kevin’s room by accident. Her unique scent is the only cure for his outbursts, so they enter a contract marriage. Kevin becomes an overprotective husband, crushing perverted investors, hostile rivals and the stepsister who tries to impersonate his long-lost savior. He clears all hurdles for Chloe, who fights back against her toxic family and enters the top international haute couture contest with her stunning talent. The hidden star stitch on her design finally uncovers their 15-year fated bond. The two powerhouses hold a romantic grand wedding on the glittering global runway, standing side by side at the peak of their respective fields.

Attending the ten-year high school reunion for the cheerleading squad and football team, I arrived in an old domestic Ford, while the parking lot was filled with Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maybachs, and even a gold Bugatti. It was as if I were the only relic from another era. The moment I stepped out of my car, a former classmate, whose name I could no longer remember, looked at me with a sneer. “Well, if it isn’t the coach’s pet. How is it that after all these years, you’re still driving this beat-up old Ford?” “This thing looks like it belongs in a scrapyard from the last century!” During dinner, everyone gathered around the Bugatti owner, raising their glasses in celebration, while I was left ignored at the side. Only the cheerleading assistant sat next to me, raising a glass in my direction with a comforting smile. “Don’t let it get to you. Your car may be old, but I believe you’ll be driving a luxury car one day.” I let a small smirk curl at the corner of my lips and lowered my voice. “This car may look unimpressive, but it’s been fully upgraded with a carbon fiber body. It’s already worth over half a million dollars. Too bad, none of you even recognized its true value.”