

Chloe Miller, legendary leader of the Crimson Lotus family, is assassinated by Damian Pierce's forces. Reborn in the body of a cowardly high school girl, the mafia queen finds herself in a bullied victim's shell. She decides to rewrite the school's rules - taking on bullies, dealing with confessions from a rich heir, a loyal bodyguard, and a top student, while investigating her own murder and ultimately reuniting with her loyal subordinate Victor Stone to uncover Damian's conspiracy.

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?

Irina Petrov may look like a nobody in mechanic overalls, but she is actually the ruthless Mafia Queen who rules New York. She comes to her sister Sasha’s wedding hoping to celebrate her happiness, only to watch Sasha get insulted, used, and betrayed by the groom’s family. They thought they were crushing two helpless sisters. But as the Mafia Queen, how far will Irina go to make them pay?

Mia, a 20-year-old junior at NYU, is tricked by her ex-boyfriend Trent onto a luxury yacht under the excuse of a ""party surprise."" In truth, he plans to sell her virginity at an underground auction to pay off his massive gambling debts. Mia’s roommate and best friend Sienna is Trent’s secret lover and accomplice. Meanwhile, Cassian, a cold-blooded 30-year-old cleaner for the mob, is on a mission near the yacht and on the run from hitmen. He runs into Mia by chance on the deck. The two start off hostile and distrustful of each other, yet are forced to work together. Cassian grows attached to Mia after she tends to his wound, while Mia develops tangled feelings for this dangerous stranger. When Mia is locked inside a glass display case at the auction, put up for bidding, Cassian storms the venue. He shoots the buyer, intimidates everyone present, and forcibly takes Mia away. Trent’s knees are shattered on the spot, and he drops to his knees begging for mercy. Cassian escapes with Mia on a speedboat. Out on the sea, he declares possessively, “You belong to me.” Mia wavers between fighting back, resisting, and physical surrender. The story ends with Mia curled up in the corner of the speedboat, wrapped only in Cassian’s shirt. It hints that their escape has only just begun — the danger is far from over.
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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.

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.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.