His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate.
Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes."
My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life.
They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous.
They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word.
It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash.
That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."
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Chapter 4
Alessia POV:
I was right. Chiara hadn't jumped.
The next morning, the news was silent. No tragedy at the Salinas estate. Just another manufactured crisis. Another desperate bid for the spotlight.
I worked my final shift at the diner, collected the handful of crumpled bills that passed for a week's pay, and retreated to the cramped room I rented above it. For a moment, the quiet was a sanctuary.
Then my phone buzzed, shattering the peace. A text from Giuliana.
Family meeting. Now. It's about the engagement.
The engagement. My engagement. The one Dante had sworn was ours alone. A familiar dread coiled in my gut. I knew exactly what this was.
I made the familiar, grim walk back to the estate, a lamb returning to the slaughterhouse one last time. They were all assembled in the formal living room: my parents, Giuliana, and Dante, with Chiara clinging to his arm like a rare, poisonous orchid.
My mother, Isabella, spoke first, her voice dripping with practiced concern. "Alessia, darling. As you know, Chiara's health is so... fragile. Her doctor feels the stress of her situation has become life-threatening. He believes the security of an engagement-it would give her the will to live."
"We need you to make one more small sacrifice," my father added, his gaze fixed on a spot on the far wall. "For your sister. For the family. You need to release Dante from his promise."
The room fell silent. All eyes pinned me in place. I dragged my gaze to Dante. "And you? You agree with this?"
He flinched, finally looking at me, his eyes a storm of conflict. "It's not what I want, Alia. You know that. But it's a temporary measure-a pretense, to keep her stable. Please."
A pretense. My life, my future, my love-all reduced to a prop in their never-ending drama. I looked at their expectant faces, the carefully constructed trap. Fighting them was pointless, a battle I had lost before I was even born. But I could choose my own terms of surrender.
"Fine," I said. The word dropped into the silence like a stone.
They stared, stunned by my swift compliance. Chiara was the most shocked of all. A flicker of raw fury crossed her face before she expertly rearranged it into a mask of wounded fragility. My surrender wasn't enough. She needed my utter humiliation.
"That's not enough," she whispered, her voice a theatrical tremble. She picked up a silver letter opener from the desk beside her, pressing the sharp tip against the translucent skin of her wrist. "I need your blessing. I need you to kneel and bless our union."
My parents gasped. Dante took a half-step forward, his face darkening like a thundercloud.
"I'll do it," I said, my voice impossibly calm, cutting through the tension. "On one condition."
I locked my eyes on Chiara, holding her captive in my gaze.
"You kneel first. You kneel and thank me for the seven years I served in your place. For the life you stole from me."
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8.6
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What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
8.9
He bought her life to pay for her lover's betrayal... but he was not supposed to become obsessed with her.
Ivy is dragged into the underground compound of the Devil's Saints motorcycle club to face their most brutal enforcer. Cole is ordered to break her and find the stolen millions. But Ivy does not scream, and she does not beg. She watches him with a heavy, calculating silence that gets under his skin and makes him question the club he swore to protect. He was supposed to ruin her. So why is he the only one standing between her and a loaded gun?
He was ordered to ruin her for a betrayal she did not commit.
Locked in the underground vault of a violent motorcycle club, Ivy is forced into the custody of their most lethal enforcer. Cole is a man built on cold punishment and ruthless loyalty, tasked with breaking her to find their stolen millions. But instead of begging, her heavy, unyielding silence sparks a dark, forbidden obsession the enforcer cannot fight.
He was supposed to be her executioner. He was never meant to become the man willing to burn his own brotherhood to the ground just to claim her.
9.6
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Ivy Thorne is a nobody-a struggling cellist with a mountain of medical bills and a past she can't remember. Her life changes in a heartbeat when she witnesses Kaelen Volkov, the Mafia's most lethal enforcer, executing a traitor in a dark alley.
She should be dead. But Kaelen doesn't pull the trigger. Instead, he sees the star-shaped birthmark on her neck and makes a choice that will ignite a war. To save her from his father's wrath, he claims her as his own.
Now, Ivy is trapped in a world of blood and silk, forced to play the role of Kaelen's devoted fiancée. He's cold, scarred, and dangerous, yet he treats her like a priceless treasure he's been waiting years to reclaim. As the lines between her fear and her desire begin to blur, Ivy realizes that Kaelen isn't just protecting her from the Mafia-he's hiding a secret about her past that could shatter her world.
In the Volkov empire, loyalty is everything and debt is paid in blood. But for Ivy, the highest price might be her heart.
7.1
Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator.
Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust.
Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back.
"Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket."
Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week.
They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs.
Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala.
Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support.
Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back.
As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past.
Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes.
The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock.
This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him.
She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard.
She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark.
Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound.
"I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."
9.1
Aries Mathis stared at the glowing projector screen, his blood running completely cold.
For two years, he thought his mentor and former captain, Elias Beck, had simply left for a massive signing bonus in Europe.
But the financial report in front of him revealed a much sicker truth.
Elias had secretly sold Aries' contract to the highest bidder, packaging his own prodigy up like a commodity to line his pockets before abandoning him.
Now, Elias was back in North America, building a new esports empire from scratch.
The betrayal crushed Aries, turning his devastation into a blinding, toxic rage. He spiraled into a self-destructive frenzy, publicly executing Elias's new players in official matches, terrorizing them until their hands physically shook.
He hated Elias with every fiber of his being, yet the gaping hole in his chest screamed with agonizing confusion.
Why did the man who once saved him from the streets throw him away like a stray dog?
Driven to the edge, Aries cornered Elias at a VIP club, lining up ten shot glasses on a table.
"One is pure, high-proof whiskey. The rest are iced tea."
Aries sneered, knowing Elias had a severe stomach ulcer that could put him in the hospital.
"Pick the whiskey, and I sign with your new team for free."
Elias looked at Aries' broken eyes, reached out, and swallowed the liquid in one gulp.
There was no burn. All ten glasses were sweet iced tea.
As Aries fled the club in a blind panic, Elias smiled, pulling out his phone to text his lawyer.
"Liquidate my personal portfolio. I am bringing him home."