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1Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia DonThe masked man who dragged me into a mafia Don’s bed laughed when I begged him to let me go. “Please. I have a fiancé.” “Then forget him.” His voice sounded familiar. Afterward, he caught me trying to throw my fiancé’s necklace into the sea. He opened the pendant. Inside was a childhood photograph. His own. The man who had handed me over to another man was the one who’d promised to marry me.

2He Trained on Me for His Mafia PrincessDante 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.

3He Chose His New Woman, Then Lost His EmpireThe 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.

4My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival DonThe 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.

5Reborn, I Became His RegretIn 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.

6Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha BrotherFor six months, I sat beside my comatose fiancé’s bed while everyone praised me as the perfect future mate. They did not know that every time his older brother, Alpha Lucas, walked past me, my wolf woke with a hunger I could barely hide. Then I found a hidden folder in Lucas’s study. It was filled with videos of me. Before I could close it, the door locked behind me. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” Lucas said.

7They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My Body“Mom, I’m really going to die. Please believe me this once.” She was silent for two seconds. “Since you hate coming back to this family so much, then don’t come back again.” That night, while the fake heiress celebrated her engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic. I begged my parents to call the police. My fiancé called only to warn me, then blocked my number. Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save an unidentified burn victim. In the end, she was the one who pulled the white sheet over my face. She never recognized her own daughter beneath it.