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My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival Don

The night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.

Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia Don

I was working a summer job on the cruise ship *The Aurelia* when I was forced into another man's bed. That man was Cole, the Don of the most powerful mafia family in New York. A traitor inside his own crew had slipped him a potent aphrodisiac. Without a woman that night, it would tear him apart. His top enforcer tied my hands behind my back and threw me onto Cole's bed himself. I fought him with everything I had. I screamed that I had a fiancé. He didn't even blink. He wore a mask. His voice sounded strangely familiar. He sneered at me. "You just landed yourself a Don. Why would you still want a fiancé?" "Behave. Don't push your luck." Trapped between the drug and his threats, I had no way out. That night, Cole took me. Afterward, I couldn't face the man I loved. I'd betrayed him, and I had no right to look him in the eye again. I was about to throw his promise to me into the sea, the custom-made necklace with his childhood photo hidden inside, the one that meant he'd chosen me forever. Right as I let go, the enforcer caught it out of my hand. I braced for another one of his taunts. Instead, the second he saw the necklace, all the color drained from his face. His voice cracked, disbelief written across every line of it. "Why the hell is this in your hands?!"

He Trained on Me for His Mafia Princess

Dante Marcelli taught me pain, obedience, and how to please him. For three years, he made me believe it was love. Then I heard him tell his right-hand man the truth. "Ava was practice. Isabella will get the finished man." So that was all I had been. A lesson. A test. A quiet woman he trained before he married a real mafia princess. I did not cry. I did not ask for an answer. I took off his bracelet, joined an emergency field team, and vanished from New York. Dante never knew Ava Lane was only a name I used to hide. My real name was Aviana Moretti. The lost heir of the Moretti family. The Ghost Surgeon. The woman the underworld called when a bullet had already reached the heart. When I returned to New York, I was no longer the Ava who waited for him. I was Aviana Moretti.

He Chose His New Woman, Then Lost His Empire

The Calder family had a rule. If a new Consort wanted to be accepted, the woman before her had to hand over something close to her body. Not jewelry bought for show. Not money. Something she had worn. Something that proved she had once existed there. That night, Roman Calder stood before a hall full of guests and said Vivian Cross, the princess of the Cross family, was the woman fit to stand as Calder's Consort. No tears came from me. No scene followed. The black obsidian wolf pendant left my neck after seven years, and my own hands placed it on Vivian. They did not know Serena would soon stop existing. Forty-eight hours later, the O'Rourke motorcade would enter New York. My real name was Seraphina O'Rourke.

Reborn, I Became His Regret

In her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.

I Built His Empire, He Gave My Bed to Another Woman

Lorenzo Vieri always believed Isabella Moretti would stay. She gave up her place as heir to the Moretti family. She took bullets for him. She built the ports, casinos, crews, and alliances that made him one of New York's most feared bosses. Then Isabella was shot during an ambush in Chicago, and Lorenzo chose to stay in bed with his brother's widow, the woman Isabella once trusted as her closest friend. He gave Sophia Isabella's victories, her territory, and her command. Isabella did not fight him. She even put on her wedding dress and walked into the chapel on their wedding day. Lorenzo thought she had finally surrendered. Then another Mafia boss entered in a black tuxedo. Isabella had come to get married, but Lorenzo was no longer the groom. She had also come to take back every piece of the empire she had built for him. By the time Lorenzo understood what he had lost, his family had no seat on the Commission, no allies, and no future. Isabella only had one thing left to tell him. Without me, you were never a king.

Forgetting My Mafia Husband

After Elena is diagnosed with a fast-moving memory disorder, her doctor asks her husband to sign the surgical aftercare form. Elena says, “I do not have a husband.” Ten days earlier, Dante De Luca signed their divorce papers without reading them. He still leaves his wife whenever Bianca, the runaway bride who returned to Chicago, needs him. Then Dante rushes back to the family airfield and finds Elena holding a card with his photograph. It reads: Dante De Luca. Ex-husband. Do not trust. At last, regret consumes him. But Elena has already forgotten his face—and the seven years she spent loving him.

Stop Pleasing Him, Marry His Rival

After the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years. He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried." He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him. So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of. "Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"

Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha Brother

It had been six months since my fiancé Ethan fell into a deep coma from his severe injuries. I still sat by his bedside every day, playing the role of the impeccable, gentle partner. Everyone praised my loyalty. Even Mrs. Vance, her eyes full of joy, promised that the moment Ethan woke, she would personally preside over our pairing ceremony. But every time she said those words, I could only force a smile and lower my head, not daring to look at Ethan’s face on the bed. Because somewhere along the way, I had started to crave his own older brother—Alpha Lucas—with a hunger I could no longer control. ...

My Ex Sold Me to the Don I Fled

My fiancé and my best friend drugged me and sent me to a Mafia Don, all so he could delay his gambling debts and land the port contract. They thought I was just an orphan with no family, no power, and no one who would stand up for me. What they did not know was that the Don they handed me over to was the fiancé I had run from three years ago. And I was the Mafia heir with enough power to decide whether they lived or died.

He Married His Mistress at My Funeral—So I Played Their Sex Recording

I loved Damian for ten years. I paid his debts, took back his casinos, opened the ports for him, and put him in the Don's chair with my own hands. The night before our wedding, he drugged me and celebrated my coming death with his secretary in our bed. He said he married me only because I was a Vitale. He said every touch was a transaction he hated. Three days later, he kissed his secretary at my funeral. I lay inside the coffin and listened while he blamed every crime on me. When the lid opened, the wife who had given him everything was gone. The woman who sat up had come back to collect every debt in blood.

My Husband Left Me to Die for the Woman in My Wedding Dress

Seven months pregnant and alone on Christmas Eve, I received a message from my husband's phone promising a surprise. At the nightclub, I found his secretary straddling his lap in my custom red wedding dress. Donovan laughed with his friends and said a wife was for respect, but a mistress was for pleasure. He was sure I would never leave because I carried his child and had nowhere else to go. Later that night, I begged him seventeen times to help me. He chose Chloe every time. Our daughter bled out while I was locked in a bathroom. When Donovan finally came home, he found an empty nursery, a white urn, and divorce papers waiting on his chest. He thought he had humiliated a dependent wife. He was about to learn what a grieving mother could do to the man who killed her baby.

For You

After I Stopped Crying, Mom Went Mad With Regret

Mom said I was born a bad child. All because I cried too loudly when the nurse carried me out of the delivery room. Even the nurses at the far end of the hall could hear me. My twin sister, Grace, didn't cry or fuss. She lay quietly in Mom's arms like a little angel. When Grace got hungry and still didn't cry, Mom said she was thoughtful. But if I so much as took a breath and said, "Mom, it hurts," she would look at me like I had ruined her day. "Are you trying to torture everyone with your crying again?" When I was little, I tried to explain. Mom only said, "Grace never cries. Angels don't make noise." After hearing it enough times, I started to believe I really was a bad child. On Christmas Eve, Mom was taking Grace to play an angel in the church Christmas pageant. My stomach hurt so badly that I curled up on the floor and begged, "Mom, it hurts so much." Mom looked down at me. "You're faking sick just to ruin your sister's performance?" She took Grace by the hand and walked out. The lock clicked shut in front of me. I couldn't help thinking Mom was right. I had cried, so I must have been bad again. I'm sorry, Mom. If I get another life, I'll hide my crying better. Later, I stopped crying for real.

Emotional Realism

Diamonds for Her, Divorce for Him

On the third day after I gave birth, my husband Marcus told me he had an urgent business trip. He left me alone in the hospital to care for our newborn. Three days later, just as I was finally being discharged, his childhood friend Sierra posted a photo on Instagram. It was a cozy family portrait: Sierra, her daughter, and my husband smiling beneath the caption, “A happy family of three.” That same night, she showed off the diamonds he bought her. In the comments, Marcus promised that twenty years from now, he would buy “their daughter” a set too. Our six-day-old son was crying in my arms. Marcus had already forgotten he existed. So when he threatened me with divorce again, I didn’t beg him to stay. This time, I said yes.

Romance

Gaslight and Gasoline

My boyfriend watched my car catch fire—and sealed the only crack in the window himself. Maeve, his childhood sweetheart, had rammed me off the road on Thanksgiving. The doors jammed. Gasoline flooded the cabin. When I reached for the emergency hammer, I found a pink plastic toy. “I swapped it,” Maeve giggled. “Cute, right?” Declan told me to stop acting. When I finally cracked the glass, he covered it with packing tape, trapping the smoke inside. With the fuel tank seconds from exploding, I pressed the emergency button my brother had installed. Declan laughed. He didn’t know my brother had heard everything—and was already on his way.

Emotional Realism

The Perfect Husband's Deception

Julian abandoned me at the altar to marry his first love. His younger brother Tristan stepped forward, took my hand, and became my husband instead. For two years, he treated me like the center of his world. Then, seven months into my pregnancy, I overheard him speaking to my doctor. He planned to take my baby, tell me she was stillborn, and give her to Vivienne—the same woman his brother chose over me. “I married Rose because Vivienne can't carry a child.” Every kiss, every promise, every tender night had been part of a plan to use my body for the Sterling heir. So I let them believe my daughter died. Then I vanished with the child they intended to steal. Two brothers shattered my vows for one woman. Neither knows that the heir they are mourning is alive—and she belongs only to me.

CEO/Billionaire

The Wife on the Autopsy Table

My best friend and I were tortured, dismembered, and sealed inside a concrete wall. Before I died, I called my husband—the captain of Major Crimes. He ignored me because his precious Vanessa had lost her cat. Two weeks later, the police recovered two Jane Does. My husband led the investigation while his medical-examiner brother spent hours reconstructing our bodies. Neither man recognized the wives they despised. Then the autopsy revealed that one victim had been pregnant. They felt compassion for a dead stranger they had never shown me in life. They cursed the killer without realizing the woman on the table had once shared their home—and the tiny bones beside her belonged to their family. I can only watch as each clue leads them closer to my name. What will happen when the Jane Doe they are fighting to identify becomes the wife they refused to save?

They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My Body

On the night of the fake heiress’s engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic. I begged my parents through tears to call the police, but they were convinced I was lying. Even my fiancé called me himself to warn me, then blocked my number. Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save a young woman who had been burned beyond recognition. She was the one who pronounced the young woman dead. Only after the DNA results came back did they realize that the person they had refused to save was me.

Becoming My Best Friend's Alpha Father's Private Property

Outside, my best friend was sobbing, begging her powerful Alpha father to save my life. She had no idea that behind the locked door, the Pack Alpha she worshipped wasn't healing me. He was spreading my legs. "Your inner wolf is broken," he growled, his hot breath brushing my neck. "Only my Alpha essence can fix you." The doorknob rattled frantically as she cried my name. At that exact second, he thrust brutally deep inside me. Pleasure and sick shame tore a whimper from my throat, but his massive hand clamped over my mouth, swallowing the sound. Sinking his teeth into my scent gland, he dropped his voice into a dark, feral whisper: "Shh... take it all. You wouldn't want your best friend to find out what her daddy is doing to you right now, would you?"

Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers

“Don’t touch me…” The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there. “Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.” Strong hands pin my wrists above my head. “Quiet.” A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark. It feels too real. Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it. I force my eyes open inside the dream. The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops. Caden and Eric. My twin alpha stepbrothers.

No Longer the Don’s Wife

For the first half of Isabella Moretti's life, she gave up her inheritance and spent twelve years as Dominic Valenti's wife. She left the family council, cared for her husband and son, remembered every capo's limits, supported the families of fallen soldiers, and covered Dominic's mistakes. She used the skills that once controlled an empire to hold one home together. On their twelfth wedding anniversary, Isabella learned that Dominic's finance director was pregnant with his child. He cried and said he was sorry, but he could not give up the woman who claimed she wanted nothing from him. At the Valenti anniversary dinner, his mistress wore a brooch left by Isabella's mother, took Isabella's seat, and waited for Dominic to protect her. Dominic knew exactly what Helena was doing, but he still told his wife to apologize. That was when Isabella understood the truth. She had not spent twelve years protecting a family. She had spent twelve years protecting a man who believed her sacrifice was his right. She removed her wedding ring and put the Moretti signet back on her hand. From that night on, she was no longer the Don's wife.

Mafia

Marked by My Best Friend's Boyfriend

The three of us slept in the same bed. Sophie was my best friend. During this scorching summer getaway, she brought along her powerful, cold, and intimidating Alpha boyfriend, Victor, and the three of us moved into a remote forest cabin with only one working air conditioner. I was a half-wolf with blood so diluted I was almost indistinguishable from a human. I thought I could perfectly hide that shameful, forbidden pull I felt toward Victor. Until that sweltering night. While Sophie moaned in surrender beneath him, I lay with my back to them—only to be invaded by Victor’s fierce Alpha pheromones. In terror, I realized his predatory gaze was cutting straight through the darkness, locked onto the line of my spine. “Don’t make a sound. She’s awake.” In this isolated territory, by day I was Sophie’s thoughtful best friend. By night, I became the helpless prey in her boyfriend’s arms. When his deadly fangs pierced the back of my neck and his mark burned permanently into the depths of my soul, this three-person game of betrayal, desire, and pure fear finally spun completely out of control…

While My Best Friend Slept, Taken by Her Boyfriend

On a business trip, the hotel only had one king bed left. Cora ends up sharing it with her best friend, Margot, and Margot's boyfriend, Reid. She's already asleep when something wakes her. She doesn't move or make a sound. She keeps her eyes shut and pretends she's still out. Reid knows she's awake. He waits until Margot is out cold, then tests her, then pushes further, inch by inch. She never says a word. By the time it's over, he's taken her completely, right next to her best friend. Cora fights it in her head, but her body doesn't listen. The guilt hits the second it's over, and she wants to disappear and never look back. But some nights don't let you walk away. Once they happen, they stay.

Game Over, Mr. Brooks

My employee badge had been placed inside a silver raffle drum. The man who drew it was Ethan Brooks, heir to Brooks Group. He was also my fiancé in name only. He planned to make me fall in love with him within thirty days. Then he would dump me in front of the entire company at the anniversary gala. He wanted a management trainee with no connections to admit that she had seduced the Brooks heir to secure a permanent position and move up in the company. What Ethan did not know was that I had not joined Brooks to land a job. I was there to decide whether Ethan would receive Hale Capital’s $2 billion investment. I also wanted to see whether the fiancé I had never met deserved a place in my life.

CEO/Billionaire

Shared by the Alpha Brothers

After a rogue attack left my husband impotent, Leon asked me to sleep with his older brother. The pack needed an heir. Rex was the Alpha. One night with him, Leon said, would give us the strongest bloodline and a child close enough to call his own. I called the proposal insane—until Rex entered the room and my body answered his dominance before I could escape. What was supposed to be a single act becomes an arrangement none of us wants to end. Leon wants the child. Rex wants me. And I begin to crave the Alpha whose touch makes me forget which brother wears my bond. Soon, the baby will belong to all three of us. But desire does not respect the rules that created it. Can one marriage survive when one brother raises the heir—and the other claims the wife?

He Fired Me Before I Closed His $50M Deal

I paid the fare difference myself to catch the only flight that could save our fifty-million-dollar deal. When I returned with the client's approval, my fiancé had already emailed the entire company announcing my termination. Eric called me replaceable. His new Chief of Staff called eight months of my work a violation of travel policy—while his hand rested on her waist. They believed the client belonged to Carter Solutions. They never bothered to ask why Atlas's COO had warned that the deal depended on me. So I accepted my firing, called Eric's biggest rival, and demanded an Equity Partner title. By the time my former fiancé realizes the contract will follow the woman who earned it, I will be sitting across the table from him with a new company behind me. He fired me to prove I was replaceable. Now his entire business is about to learn otherwise.

CEO/Billionaire

Seducing My Mother's Alpha

My Alpha father died on the border. That same night, my mother—the Luna—knelt for the new Alpha for her own gain. I stood outside the main tent in the freezing snow and watched them fuck like animals. Hatred burned through every inch of me. But between my thighs, I was already soaked. I swore right then: I would steal Alpha Rein from her. I would make her pay for every second of that betrayal.So in the cramped wagon the three of us shared, the moment she turned her back to sort the herbs, I slipped off my boots and pressed my bare foot straight against the hard heat straining in his trousers…

On His Father’s Lap

My boyfriend is right up front, driving. I’m forced to sit on his father’s lap. “You’re already this wet,” Grant murmurs against my ear, voice low and rough. “Stop pretending.” The engine and the mountain wind cover everything. His hand slides under my skirt, moving over the soaked fabric with slow, deliberate pressure. Every bump in the road presses that thick, insistent heat harder against me. Kevin is still complaining about the curves ahead when his father eases my legs apart with his knee and leans in closer. “Shh… don’t let him find out what his father is doing to his girlfriend right now.”

I Was Murdered by Dad's Criminal and Autopsied by Mom

My father's old criminal kidnapped and murdered me. Then my mutilated body was delivered to the one woman who should have recognized me—my mother, the city's leading forensic pathologist. She removed the bloodstained family ring from my hand and sealed it in an evidence bag without a second glance. My investigator father stood beside her, complaining that his “ungrateful” biological daughter had missed Lily's tennis match again. They did not know I had died that same day. After years of searching for me, my parents had filled my place with an adopted daughter. When I finally came home, Lily remained their favorite—and I became the intruder they never believed. Now Mom is performing my autopsy, Dad is hunting my killer, and my ghost is watching every clue drag them toward the truth. Will they recognize their daughter before the murderer reveals who helped him?

Mom Didn't Know the Body on Her Table Was Me

A criminal seeking revenge against my father, David Lambert, kidnapped and brutally murdered me. While I desperately called for help, David and my mother, Stella Zimmer—the city’s leading forensic pathologist—were attending my adopted sister Lily Lambert’s tennis match. Later, they investigated and examined my mutilated body without realizing that the unidentified victim on Stella’s autopsy table was their biological daughter, Emily Lambert.