CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON
Rose was so naive that she didn't know Jonah, her ex-fiancé, was cheating on her even before her wedding day. On the night before her wedding, she caught him cheating on her with the last person she would ever expect him to be with, Rebecca.
Out of anger and spite, she cursed at them and left, then went and got herself drunk and made out with a mafia don, who, oblivious to her, was her fiancé's stepbrother and his boss.
On the day of the wedding, she stormed in and canceled it, calling Jonah out. After the embarrassment, Jonah vowed to make her life miserable. She tried to get a job, but it was almost impossible because of the influence Jonah had.
So she went to the greatest mafia don that her friend Lucy recommended to her. When she went to ask for his help, the don turned out to be the mysterious man who had been showing interest in her, but she had kept declining. Unbeknownst to her, he was her ex-fiancé's boss and stepbrother.
She asked for his help, and he offered it, of course, but on one condition.that she would be his mistress !.
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Chapter 5
Rose pov :
I heard something fall off when the words left my lips.
Jonah growled at me, " Don't . You . Dare, do this to me"
I turned to him with a smirk and whispered to only his hearing, " Well news flash, I just did it"
" Rose I swear I would.."
"Are you threatening me in front of a priest, he closed his lips immediately but was still shooting daggers at me, he couldn't do shit in public.
The priest who was still wide eyed looked at me with surprise, " You have to give a reason for objecting"
"This good for nothing demon in a human cloth cheated on me a night just before my wedding"
I heard gasp and I nodded, yeah that more like it.
Jonah clutched his jaw and I watched as he held his hands in a fist restricting himself from murdering me.
I walked closer to him and whispered, " I told you Jonah, you think so lowly of me"
With that I threw my flower to his chest and took the veil off my hair and turned to leave the hall.
"I swear I would get back to you for this in a hundred folds" Jonah said gritting his teeth at me, I'm sure Rebecca is having a blast right now.
" My darling, I'd love to watch you try" I left the hall and went outside and the cool fresh air.
I breathed out and ran my hands through my hair, I did put on a show but I need to be alert that man at that alter is very dangerous.
"You must fell very proud of yourself, I assume"
I heard from my back and I turned sharply to see Rebecca standing with eyes blazing down at me with fury.
"Of course, I mean I'm not a stuck up bitch like you "
She scoffed at my words and folded her hands, " What you did back there was not necessary.."
I snorted at her foolishness, " Of course he would send his mistress to come lecture me, that's so low of him.. don't you think"
That seemed to have hit a nerve 'cause she clutched her teeth refraining herself from doing something, obviously stupid than she's already doing now.
" Don't you dare think ill of Jonah, I don't even know what he see's in you to start with "
"Let me think something you don't have ??".
Just as the word got out something hard hity cheeks and I winced, wait did she just..
I hit my hands right back at her cheeks, " You don't have the right to hit me, you hands disgust me!!".
She made to drag my hair, " Don't you dare lay your filthy disgusting and unpure hands on my friend "
I heard Lucy say and a smile broke through my face seems like someone is more irritated of her hands.
"And who are you her maid ??".
I watched Lucy face turned different shades of red and she ventured towards Rebecca, oh oh..
I grabbed her by her elbow and stopped her from going further, " Lucy I think that's okay"
She was still wriggling herself out of my reach before Rebecca did her a once over, scoffed and then left.
Jeez, this bitch better thank her gods I held Lucy back she could have been a dead meat.
When I was sure she already walked far I let go of Lucy who hissed at me and stretched up her already wrinkled clothes because of how hard I was holding her.
She pointed a finger at me in anger, "Don't ever do that, it was my one chance to finish her off "
"I'm sure you already prepared a grave for her but that would be too much of a work for me I'm too exhausted to carry a corpse right now"
"Are you alright, did she hurt you .. your cheeks looks red"
"Yeah just a slap across the cheeks "
That made Lucy eye shoot up immediately, " And did you slap her back"
I raised my shoulders, " Of course I did, what do you take me for".
She shrugged and sat at the bench next to her with a sigh, "A softie perhaps, she can slap you and you'd still say thank you that's how stupid you can be, where's your dad by the way"
"He might still be inside and too shocked to move yet, I would give him time and talk to him when things cool down".
Lucy nodded at what I said and looked at me weirdly.
"It's not like I'm being too careful or trying to hurt your pride but you do know we fucked up big time and your now ex-fiance would get back at us "
"Yeah and I'm ready for him"
"I hope so because I can't be jobless because you are snot strong enough to fight him back"
Then suddenly I watched as Lucy eye's averted behind me and I narrowed my eye's at her.
"Everything alright ladies..?"
I scoffed at the voice I heard, the people here are such perverts that they can't even let me take off my gown before making a Move.
I just ignored it before Lucy mouthed audible, " You might want to take a look"
I rolled my eyes and turned to know who it was and my eyes widened when I saw who was actually talking to me, what the fuck was Mr. Handsome doing here.
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
7.5
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash.
Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive.
Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes.
"The Ruiz family sends their regards."
Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated.
My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends.
The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand.
Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her?
Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference.
I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel.
Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust.
Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in.
Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.
8.7
"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
***************
Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?
8.5
"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.'
"It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off.
"I can make you happy."
My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine.
While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.
9.1
I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears.
When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me.
Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead.
I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind.
But I was completely wrong.
My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron.
My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman.
My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density.
They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.