

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?”

I’m the Chief Counsel for Donatello Vexille, the Godfather of the Vexille family. I’m also his secret wife. At night, he’d pull me close, take me with a ragged violence, leaving his marks on me, a brutal claim I couldn’t refuse. But by day, I was just his lawyer. All he had for me were cold commands. We lived like that for three years. I decided I was done. But he couldn’t know. When I handed him the divorce papers, disguised as a bill of lading, and he signed his name, a breath I didn’t know I was holding finally escaped me. I chased him for seven years and was married to him for three. Whatever was left of my heart finally flatlined. I knew I could never have his. Because it already belonged to someone else: Angelina, his underboss’s sister. He remembered her favorite restaurant. He got blind drunk with joy when she filed for divorce. He even posted his personal guards outside her door. Those were honors I never had. So I tricked him into signing the papers, packed my things, and vanished. What I didn't expect was what he did after I left. He put a king's ransom on my location, and even announced to the whole world that I was his wife.

Mafia boss Rhea Calder transmigrates into a girl betrayed by those she loved, imprisoned for her adopted sister. Now free, she smiles as she takes precise, ruthless revenge. Her bodyguard, Dominic Reed, a cold-blooded tycoon, submits only to her. Every enemy who wronged her will fall, inch by inch, into her carefully woven web of vengeance.
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Mafia boss Rhea Calder transmigrates into a girl betrayed by those she loved, imprisoned for her adopted sister. Now free, she smiles as she takes precise, ruthless revenge. Her bodyguard, Dominic Reed, a cold-blooded tycoon, submits only to her. Every enemy who wronged her will fall, inch by inch, into her carefully woven web of vengeance.

My Mafia Fiancé Chose His Childhood Sweetheart Over Me—But I’m the Mafia Princess For six years, Bianca Conti hides her true identity as the only daughter and heir of Europe’s most powerful mafia family. She wants Giovanni Vitale to love her for who she is—not for her name, her fortune, or the empire she will inherit. Behind the scenes, Bianca quietly funds Giovanni’s family, secures their European ports, and helps him rise as the Vitale heir. But Giovanni takes her devotion for granted. No matter how badly Bianca is hurt, he always chooses his childhood sweetheart, Carina—even when Bianca nearly dies from a severe allergic reaction. When Giovanni abandons her again on their wedding day, Bianca cancels the ceremony, leaves her engagement ring behind, and returns to the world she once gave up for love. The moment Bianca withdraws her secret support, the Vitale empire begins to collapse. Desperate for a new deal, Giovanni and his family arrive at a high-stakes negotiation—only to discover that the mysterious woman deciding their fate is Bianca herself. They thought she was an ordinary woman lucky enough to marry a mafia prince. They never knew she was the princess who built his kingdom.

After being betrayed and killed by her fiancé Marcus and stepsister, Athena is reborn on the day she must choose her future husband. Instead of picking Marcus she shocks everyone by choosing his mafia uncle—the man she’s always called Uncle Alex. As her ex is slapped with the truth and their forbidden desire ignites, is this her sweetest revenge… or her most dangerous temptation?

Aboard the Leviathan, an isolated luxury cruise ship, the global elite wager on the lives of the underclass in a blood-soaked game of survival. Forced into the slaughter, bankrupt former rock-climbing champion Elena strikes a dangerous alliance with Damian, a cold and enigmatic master hacker. Navigating lethal light-and-shadow traps and the twisted hunts of billionaires, the two are pushed to their absolute limits-shifting from mutual suspicion to a life-or-death bond. The game spirals completely out of control when the mastermind, Mike, drops his mask and steps onto the killing floor himself. But as Damian overwrites the ship's core architecture and the mammoth vessel verges on capsizing in a raging hurricane, the roles of hunter and prey are violently reversed! This isn't just a savage counter-strike to flip the board on the ruling class, it is a fatal symbiosis forged in blood and ruin.

A ruthless mafia godmother plans to retire at her daughter’s wedding, until the bride is kidnapped and drugged on her wedding night. She storms back into the underworld, vowing revenge, only to uncover a deeper conspiracy and be murdered by a traitor. But is Mama really dead?

When her DEA agent father was killed, Wendy Marshall decided to infiltrate the largest mafia of the south west to investigate and take revenge. The only way in however, is becoming the mafia boss—David Lewis’ BDSM“plaything”. By submitting to every humiliating command from David, Wendy thinks she is getting closer to the truth. Until she realizes that he already knows why she’s here…

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.