
One Night, Now He Wants Me.
"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.
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Chapter 1
Chapter one.
Iris pov.
My best friend was fucking my fiancee in reverse cowgirl position.
That was the scene my eyes caught first, as I peered through the open space before me. They had forgotten to shut the door properly in the heat of the moment.
"Oh, yes!!!!" Lena moaned out loud for my man.
"You are my slut baby." Mike said to her. "Fuck me like I'm your master."
She got off him and positioned herself in doggy style, as she muttered. "Yes daddy."
Mike had lust written all over his face, I knew that look. Without even thinking of me, they began another round of pleasure.
It felt like I was stuck to the ground, I could not move my legs or my eyes. This could not be happening, it was barely two months to our wedding. Something snapped inside me pulling me back to reality, to the disgusting scene I was watching. A tear escaped my eyes as I turned around, clutching my chest. The pain was too much for me and with every step I took in the opposite direction of his house, it grew worse.
I booked a ride to my house and cried all the way. The driver looked worried but did not ask any questions, I was thankful on the inside for that.
When I got home, I quickly wiped my eyes because there was someone in my house. I could tell from the footwear at the entrance.
"What are you doing here mom?" I asked in surprise, when I saw my mother.
My voice was a bit shaky from all that crying but I struggled to steady it.
She looked at me for a while. "I wanted to drop off some side dishes for you."
"Oh."
"Are you okay?" She asked as she looked at my face closely. "Your makeup looks smudged, you should reapply setting powder."
I forced a loud laugh. "Alright, my makeup artist. I am on it."
After dropping the bags I was holding on the floor, I got my setting powder from my purse and began to reapply it.
"Iris?" My mom called out.
Did she catch on? "Yes mom."
"Weren't you supposed to drop those off at Mike's?" She asked, pointing to the bags I dropped.
My heart skipped three beats, I could not afford to let her know what was going on.
"Uhmm, he said he will be working late today. I'll give it to him tomorrow." I lied.
"That is fine, tell him not to stress too much." She said. " Where are you coming from with them, then? You left my house a couple of hours ago, but you're just getting to your place now."
"I stopped over at a friend's." The lies were coming out more freely now.
"Baby girl, you should pay more attention to your man, not your friends." My mother started. "Remember you are getting married soon."
"Yes Madam." I smiled at her. "Can you leave my house now? I need some privacy."
"Are you sure you are okay baby?" She asked again.
Whoever said it, was right. Mothers always knew when something was up.
"I'm fine mom, it's just that I am having a bad headache."
"If it gets too serious, see a doctor. You can come by the house whenever you want." She looked at me with concern in her eyes. "Don't stress so much about the wedding, everything will be fine."
"Okay mom, byee."
"Bye baby." She said as she blew me a kiss, before leaving.
Immediately the door got closed, my eyes let go of all the tears they were trying to contain.
"How could he do this to me?" I mumbled in between sobs. "Fuck him! How could Lena betray me so easily?"
She was going to be my chief bridesmaid. I told her everything, all my troubles and issues with Mike. Maybe I shared too much, but aren't best friends supposed to do that?
Almost instinctively, I took out all the gifts Mike and Lena had gotten me, from the bags, clothes, down to shoes and moved them to the incinerator in my building.
As I threw the last pair of heels into the incinerator, something flashed in my eyes. It was the engagement ring on my finger.
The anger that surged through me was undescribable, if there was one thing I was certain about. It's the fact that I was going to take revenge on them but for now, I'll play along with their little game.
"What are you doing down here, Iris?" The nextdoor unit owner, who is my neighbor asked.
He had come down to dispose waste.
"Nothing Ed, just burning some stuffs I don't need anymore." I smiled as I walked past him, back into the building.
I could feel his eyes on me, but I did not care one bit.
Once I entered my unit, I played "Rehab by Rihanna" on loudspeakers as I got into the bathtub to soak for a while.
" I'll never give myself to another the way I gave me to you, don't even recognize the way you hit me to you. It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back, another one to blame. Cus now I feel like..." I sang out loud in a loud voice.
Tears were streaming down my eyes, but the determination to make them pay was getting stronger too.
My phone rang out, cutting through my thoughts. As I reached out to pick it, I saw the caller and hissed. It was my supposed best friend.
"Hey boo, it's Friday. What do you think about hanging out?" Her sweet voice purred over the phone.
'Was that what Mike fell for?' I wondered. 'A few hours ago I will be thrilled and say I wanted to hang out with her, but now...."
"I don't feel so good, Lena. Can we do this some other time?" My voice was flat.
"What about Mike? Have you forgotten we were supposed to go out together?"
If only she could see me right now, my face turned red with anger when she asked that question. I heard Mike call out for her in the background, but she hushed him.
"Who was that?" I asked, ignoring her own question. "I heard a man's voice."
Part of me was expecting she'll come out clean, the other part was certain she was going to lie.
"It's the plumber, he's fixing my clogged toilet." She lied through her teeth.
"Alright, have fun." I ended the call.
Whatever doubt I was having about my little revenge plan, flew out the window. As I stepped out of the bathtub, one thing was certain.
I WAS GOING TO RUIN THEIR LIVES.
For now, I just needed to get high and it had to be at a club.
This good girl was going bad.
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8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.

7.9
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."

8.2
When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit.
My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy.
I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me.
Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black.
When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice.
Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband.
The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite.
"You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this."
I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.

7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.

8.0
"Don't you dare touch me. You bloody monster," Eric whispered glaring at me, which only turned me on the more.
A beautiful smile crossed my lips; luckily for us, his fake mother was so focused on Katherine, she did not know I was fucking her son before her eyes.
"So I am now a monster, huh? That was not what you said yesterday. Or have you forgotten about our hot night?" I asked as I traced my way to his lap again, approaching his groin area.
He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming around. "Damien. I am Katherine's fiancé. your niece" He reminded me as my hands reached his groan, caressing it through the layers of his trousers.
"Yesterday you were Mike's boyfriend, and what did I tell you? I don't give a fuck!," I whispered back. "Now be quiet and try to control yourself" .
Eric's life is thrown upside down when his brother is killed on his coronation day, and he now has to become the king. and he can't because he is gay and he has a boyfriend who he loves dearly, or so he thought until he met Damien Monetro, his fiancée's uncle and his former one-night stand

9.7
I am a top-tier assassin. My ultimate target is Apollo Buck, the ruthless billionaire head of the Ninth Circle, known in the underworld as Thanatos.
To infiltrate his impenetrable fortress, I used his dying nephew as bait, disguising myself as a pathetic, terrified janitor with a ghost identity.
It worked. But Apollo has a deadly secret: a cursed Wyvern mark that makes him violently despise women. Yet, the moment his skin touched mine, his agonizing pain vanished. Obsessed with this unnatural peace, he dragged me into his heavily guarded estate. But when night fell, the trembling maid vanished. I broke into his exclusive club to slit his throat, only to realize I had walked straight into a trap.
The real Thanatos was waiting for me. We engaged in a brutal fight on the roof. His strength was inhuman, and he nearly killed me, slashing my thigh open with a combat knife.
How did he anticipate my every move? And why did his murderous rage suddenly falter the second he smelled the cheap mints crushed in my pocket?
Bleeding out, I barely managed to scale his electrified fence and crawl back into my oversized maid uniform just as he kicked my bedroom door off its hinges.
"Don't shoot! Please!"
I sobbed hysterically, perfectly masking my agonizing combat wound as sheer terror. As Apollo grabbed my collar, desperately searching for the assassin who had just fought him, he only saw a fragile, trembling girl. The hunt had just begun.