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For sixteen years, I was the naive, pliant wife to Dante Moretti, a ruthless Mafia Capo. I funded his empire with my hidden family wealth. I endured his affairs. His family treated me like a fool in silk. But at his mother's sixtieth birthday gala, Dante threw an annulment decree at my feet—standing beside his new mistress, a rival mafia princess. His mother wore my late mother's stolen diamonds around her neck. He declared I was too weak to be a Capo's wife, and if I tried to take my daughter, his guards would carry me out in a body bag. The entire Syndicate watched. Every Capo. Every soldier. They were waiting for the soft, useless wife to fall to her knees and beg. They thought I only knew how to pick out silk curtains. They didn't know my family's blood money was the only thing keeping their empire from bleeding out. I didn't cry. I smiled. Picked up the annulment papers. Turned my back to the crowd. And signaled the soldiers I had embedded in his guard for years. "Begin the audit. Strip them bare."

Isla Carter's perfect life shattered the day she found her husband in bed with her best friend. Humiliated and discarded, she watched them marry just a month after her divorce, the world calling it true love while she was labeled a gold digger. Broken and betrayed, Isla vowed to rebuild her life-until Damien Blackwood walked in with a proposal she couldn't refuse. Marry me. Help me destroy them. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Damien isn't offering love-he's offering revenge. Isla knows she should say no. But when revenge is on the table, how could she resist? What begins as a game of vengeance soon becomes a dangerous dance of power, passion, and betrayal. Lines blur, feelings deepen, and just when Isla thinks she's finally won-she loses everything all over again. Three years later, Isla returns, armed with a secret that will change everything. This time, the war isn't just about revenge. It's about who really owns her heart.

Forced into a marriage she never chose, nineteen-year-old Lorraina becomes the pawn in a dangerous game of vengeance. On the day she turns twenty,what should have been a milestone of hope,she is wedded to a man she knows nothing about. She had no idea that her husband didn't marry her for love... he married her to make her pay for her father's sins. Treated like a servant her entire life, Lorraina's world turns darker when she becomes nothing more than a plaything in her husband's ruthless She's trapped in a loveless, cruel union, and she begins to lose hope. But deep inside her broken spirit, a question refuses to fade: Can fate intervene? Can a miracle save her before she's completely destroyed?

"What's your name?" He asked, making the managers go shut at once. They followed his gaze and it landed on Mallory. Mallory felt her soul being pierced. Did he just ask for her name? Her Wilder didn't even know her name? "Uh... her name is..." "Let her speak for herself, Arlo" Wilder raised his hand at his cousin who zipped up at once. Then, reluctantly, Mallory muttered: "I'm Mallory Harrington." Wilder said nothing, his gaze on her unreadable. Then, she asked. "Don't you... remember me?" "Am I... supposed to know you?" Wilder asked with an unfeigned doubt. This broke Mallory even more. How can her Wilder not recognize her? Her next breath came raggedly, she had to drop her teary gaze to the floor. "How can you not remember me?" She winced. "We were..." ********* What happens when Mallory goes to work one morning and discovers the new CEO who was the soon-to-be heir to one of the richest companies in the world was her ex-husband who had been missing for seven years? How does she tell him she used to be married to him before he went missing? How does she tell him she was still very much in love with him and wanted him back in her life, even if there was someone else? How does she tell him she had twins at home that looked like him? How does she tell him any of this when he couldn't recognize her and acted very cold towards her? What happened to her Wilder?

I thought I was the center of Michael’s universe, carrying the heir to his shipping empire. That illusion shattered the day I found his journal. It turned out I was just a "vessel" to launder money, while his "cousin" Selena was his true love. The cruelty peaked at lunch. When a tureen of scalding lobster bisque tipped over, Michael didn't lunge for his pregnant wife. He threw his body over Selena to protect her silk dress. The boiling soup soaked my stomach. As I screamed in agony, feeling the life slip from my womb, Michael only glared at me. "Stop making a scene, Liv! It would have ruined her outfit." That fall killed his son. But I didn't tell him. Instead, I watched him panic when Selena went into kidney failure days later. He begged me to get tested as a donor. "She's family, Liv. Please." I asked him, "If it were me dying, would you ask her to cut herself open?" "No," he whispered. "I wouldn't let anyone hurt her." That was the answer I needed. I agreed to the test just to distract him. While he liquidated his entire fortune to buy her a black-market organ, I finalized the divorce, emptied the accounts, and vanished. I left him with nothing but a medical report on his desk: *Fetal Demise due to abdominal trauma.* He saved her dress. But he killed his heir.

Camille,a maid at the house of whom she didn't know she would eventually fall in love with and bear children for. Maltreated to the height where she couldn't take it anymore,she decided to leave and start a new life for herself and her mum.Years passed she crossed paths with the billionaire who was so cruel to her and emotions were outraging and stirred. Zoe,a friend to the billionaire's family and Camille's friend at first who lets jealousy take the best of her,is in cahoots with Mrs Smith to get Camille out of their way. Following Camille's instructions, Zack who's involved in a dark cult, forces his mum to a wheelchair.Not having learned her lesson, Mrs Smith tries to kill Camille using her daughter as bait but ends up losing her daughter. Will she choose revenge or maximize her emotions? Read to find out.

Annabel could not believe her eyes when the person responsible for the death of her fiancés was brought out, “WHAT THE HECK!!!,” YOU!!!, HOW COULD YOU!!!, “Annabel screamed at the top of her voice. Annabel Wilson Kell, a 23-year-old model and fashionista, has lost 3 fiancés to the cold hands of the dead (through murder), with weird things happening in her life. The police are investigating WHO COULD BE THE MURDERER? WILL SHE EVER GET MARRIED? WILL SHE EVER BE LOVED? WILL SHE EVER BE HAPPY? Find out from this thrilling story………………...

4 Women from different backgrounds come together to overcome a common goal to stop the chauvinistic behavioral attitude of men. Renata a woman who stood up at her wedding, Carmen whose husband's reputation was discovered on the internet, Mariluz whose boyfriend posted nude photos of her on the internet, and Dana who was always forced to have a better like the one she had before. With these women coming together do you think that their common goal of overcoming chauvinistic behaviour will be achieved??

Bell's Cathedrals: The Cathedral Church of Carlisle by C. King Eley

The fluorescent hum of the deserted office was my constant companion, a symphony to my late-night grind as an architect, building dreams one blueprint at a time. Then, out of nowhere, text shimmered in the air, a chilling heads-up display only I could see: "[Target acquired: The Architect. She' s working late again. Perfect.]" My blood ran cold as more lines appeared, taunting me with plans for a "Chivalry Challenge" at a $5,700 prize. It finally clicked-Mark Johnson, that slimy social media influencer who' d turn women' s fear into profit, had found me. He came, smooth as ever, with a drugged coffee, mocking me while I fought through a fogged mind, my desperate calls for help swallowed by his practiced lies to the security guard. My brothers came back for me, their faces illuminated by flashing lights, my last-ditch effort to crash his car paying off just as I succumbed to the drug. But the nightmare wasn' t over; Mark walked free, his lawyer spinning tales of my "manic episodes," leaving my brother Chris to face assault charges for defending me. The injustice burned, fueling a rage that cleared the haze: he wouldn't win, not if I could help it. "This isn't over," I declared, my voice steady, eyes fixed on my brothers, ready to dismantle his empire. Then Michael sent me the link-Mark' s new video, painting me as the aggressor, a "crazy" woman. Scrolling through the venomous comments, one caught my eye: "DesignDiva88," my colleague Lisa Chen, claiming she' d told him to "back off." She was complicit, a willing accessory, and with that, I knew exactly how to begin.

I spent three years playing the mousy, supportive wife to tech mogul Julian Vanderbilt, fixing his code and hiding my past as an elite special ops captain. Everything shattered at our anniversary gala when I saw my mother's heirloom emerald necklace hanging around the neck of Julian's mistress. When I confronted him, Julian didn't even look up from his drink, telling me to stop being "territorial" because I was too plain to wear such jewelry anyway. The humiliation peaked when he refused to attend my parents' military repatriation the next morning, choosing an investor brunch with his mistress instead. I stood in our penthouse watching him dote on her, realizing I had used my parents' death benefits to build a throne for a man who treated me like disposable trash. I couldn't understand how the man I had quietly saved from a burning yacht years ago could be so blind to the warrior standing right in front of him. He had no idea that the very empire he bragged about was built entirely on my technology and my sacrifice. I didn't argue; I simply went to the safe and pulled out my black beret and my high-level security credentials. As I revoked his admin access and watched his billion-dollar world begin to glitch, I walked out to meet the military honor guard. It was time to remind Julian Vanderbilt exactly who he had married-and exactly how much it was going to cost him to lose me.

"You belong with me, Ava! You are mine! And I will be damned before I let anyone else have you!" He growled with boiling rage. The moonlight pack had a popular tradition that had never been broken; choosing the perfect Luna for their Alpha to form a perfect union. Ava Maynard, a member of the moonlight pack and the future Luna, was chosen for this role. But when the time comes for her to assume her duty and marry the moonlight pack's Alpha Ray, she meets her true mate, Lucas. As for her true mate, Ava had always thought that she'd reject him whenever he came along, just like all the other Luna's. However, Lucas is different. He is so possessive. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He won't give her up without a fight. He is determined by all means to get what the moon goddess has blessed with, even if it means going against her pack's tradition. What will happen when Lucas, Ava's true mate finds out that she is chosen for Alpha Ray? Will he eventually let go of his mate so she can fulfill her Luna duties? Or will he fight for what rightfully belongs to him?

After ninety-nine punishments under the family rule, Clara Whitmore had finally earned her freedom to choose her own marriage. Dragging her weakened body, she hurried forward, desperate to share the news with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Hayes. But what she saw instead froze her in place. Adrian was down on one knee, proposing-to Sienna Mercer, the girl who had once stolen her identity. "Sienna, marrying Clara was my responsibility... but loving you is instinct," he said. So love had been nothing more than a cruel joke. The man who once swore he would marry no one but her had already changed his heart. With her world collapsing around her, Clara dialed home. "I'll agree to the marriage alliance in Kingshaven," she said.

Unfortunately it's an abomination to just suddenly gain interest in a mafia boss. But not just any mafia but your worst enemy. Zaliyah suddenly fell in love with a Mafia boss who was no where near friendly. But what happens when her brother even get to know that after all that has happened. She run back to their deadly enemies. Will she chose her family or she will chose love .

A loveless marriage, a stone cold husband and a brutal arrogant man was what destiny brought before Ava Leon. Her marriage was an arranged mistake, she was his unwanted bride and he was her stone hearted husband. He treated her like a filth until he found a convenient reason to have her sent to prison. But something went wrong and the woman that stood before him few years later has same features to his late wife. She died, yes, he had her given a proper funeral and everyone mourned her death but another version of her just emerged. Who's this fellow, looking explicitly like his dead wife. Was she cloned or was she a twin that no one knows about? Ava Leon was dead and Aurora Blake has been reborn. Tables turn, personality merges with identity and when things ought to get easier, nah, it got tougher. The death of Ava Leon was not going to be spared by the birth of Aurora Blake. The former was a servant , the latter is an heiress. "On your knees, Adrian Lester!..."

I was the biological daughter, yet my mother looked at me with disgust while worshipping my adopted sister, Carina. When I vanished for two months, my mother laughed it off as a "tantrum" designed to ruin my grandmother's jubilee. She only stopped laughing when the detective slammed a forensics report on the table. "Your daughter didn't just die, Mrs. Fowler," the officer said, his voice cold. "She was buried alive by the elements. It took her three days to suffocate in that ravine." My mother turned pale, stammering that she never got a call for help. The detective' s eyes narrowed. "Oh, she called. Five times. Someone answered the last one, listened to her scream, and then deleted the log to cover it up." The room went dead silent. Slowly, my mother' s horrified gaze turned toward Carina, the "perfect" daughter, who was trembling violently in the corner. My ghost watched from the shadows of the interrogation room as the realization finally hit her. She hadn't just neglected me; she had raised the monster who left me to die.

The smell of gumbo usually promised comfort, a life I' d carefully built around Ethan. For five years, I' d sacrificed my culinary dreams, even Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, to be the quiet wife he wanted, especially on our anniversary. But instead of flowers, he walked in with a packed bag, claiming a "client emergency," his eyes fixed anywhere but mine. Hours later, the cooling gumbo was a monument to my foolishness when I saw it: Sabrina Chavez, his high school sweetheart, flaunting him-and the designer bag he' d bought her-in a Napa Valley vineyard, captioned "#soulmates." His frantic call, whispered excuses about Sabrina "needing a friend," only solidified my resolve. "There won' t be a next year," I told him, the words quiet but clear. He came home, expecting tears, but found me calmly eating leftovers, offering a cheap bracelet instead of an explanation. My indifference unnerved him far more than any fight, but he still couldn't grasp the silent fury beneath my calm. Why did his freedom mean I had to shrink myself? Why was I the one always sacrificing? I walked into work the next morning and quit. It was time to remember the woman I' d buried. Paris was calling, and I wasn't just leaving him; I was finally choosing me.

Time passed as the court proceedings went by. Audrey's lawyer kept me in awe with his work. When it was time for Grandma to walk into the witness box, she hesitated. I felt her hand trembling in mine. "Calm down, Grandma. I'm right here with you." I smiled at her and led her to the witness box. Vanessa's eyes trolled me as I walked, her sharp gaze piercing my skin. I turned to meet her gaze, the anger in her eyes exciting me. Oh, sweetheart, we are just getting started. I have a lot in store for you and your dearest mother. My lips curved into a smirk, a sign of immense satisfaction. Her frustration gladdened me. I walked back to my seat and could almost smell my victory. The beginning of my revenge. "Did you invite the media as I asked you to?" I whispered to Audrey. "Yes, I did. Stop worrying, it's a clear case. Eric is pretty impressive; it will be over in no time," Audrey said, smiling at me. "I'm not worrying. I don't get nervous," I said, avoiding his gaze. He chuckled and turned to the other side. It was time for the judge to give his verdict. I could hear my heart beating so much that I feared it was audible to others. I swallowed hard, trying not to show my anxiety. Sweat rolled down my back, and my jean jacket now seemed too tight. The air was stiff, and the room felt suffocating.....

The cold, damp air clung to me as I stood on the porch of the Hayes family home. It was late, the kind of late where the world feels heavy and silent. I swallowed hard and asked Mrs. Hayes, "Is it true? That Liam... that he's been in love with me? His whole life?" Her brilliant smile was the answer, confirming a devotion I hadn't recognized. For years, I had held a secret, hopeless love for my adoptive brother, Ethan Miller, who had practically raised me. Sketchbooks filled with his face were my hidden treasure-until he found them. His face wasn' t just shocked; it was filled with pure disgust. "This is sick, Chloe," he spat, throwing the sketchbook at my feet. From that day, my life became a living hell. His new girlfriend, Madison Lee, my college roommate, systematically framed me for everything. Ethan, my Ethan, believed her every time, his cold, disappointed eyes killing a piece of me with every glance. The final blow came when he announced their wedding, then threw me out of the house. The Chloe who loved Ethan Miller died that night. Tonight, a new Chloe was born, one who would sever every tie and burn every bridge. I doused my sketchbooks in lighter fluid and watched them burn, his smile turning to ash. I texted Liam Hayes one word: Yes. He immediately replied, I'm on the first flight back. Don't go anywhere. I'm coming home. Ethan stood, his eyes wild with confusion, as he stared at the burning remains of my past. "Why?" he demanded, as I quoted him, "Because they're disgusting. You said so yourself." I announced my engagement to Liam, on the exact same date as his wedding. My parents nodded, relieved, but Mrs. Miller's smile faltered. "But... Chloe, that's Ethan and Madison's wedding day." "I know," I replied. "It's a good day to start a new life."

The Panama Canal by J. Saxon Mills