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Diana Wales, known as "Assassin Bloody," was a top assassin with a secret past. She was an orphan who became a skilled spy and killer in New York. Diana fell deeply in love with James Fallon, who had saved her from drowning. However, James betrayed her, cheating on her and attempting to kill her. Given a second chance, Diana was reborn as Brielle Smith. She remembered her past and sought revenge against those who hurt her. An unexpected and whirlwind marriage led her into the arms of James' uncle,Enzo Ricci who turned out to be the ruthless mafia boss of New York City. With every resource at her disposal and secret identities to unlock, Brielle's revenge was within reach. But what happens when the ruthless mafia boss becomes clingy?

Second book of ' Second Chance ' séries Synopsis Elsie Ross had only one thing she wanted from her marriage to Aiden Scott, and that was a divorce! But he would not give her that and let her be with her true love, Henry Rowan. Until he did. Unfortunately, she realized his selfless love too late. She was raped and tortured, and all her assets were stolen by her evil cousin, Trixson Dale and her boyfriend Henry Rowan. But there was another person, a mastermind. The one who killed her and Aiden Scott. Luckily, the heavens heard her cry, and she was reborn. With only two aims. 1. To make the evildoers pay for their crimes. 2. To dote on her husband and son. But what happens when she finds out that she is not the only one reborn?

Excerpt: "You are carrying my child!" the magnetic voice of the handsome stranger said. "I don't know what you are talking about. I am not even pregnant," Gigi defiantly lied. Clicking his tongue, he ordered, "Prove it." Meet Graham Grande, an alluring yet troubled CEO with a dark past, and Gigi, an easygoing social butterfly and determined dreamer from Africa, on a mission to make it big and create a better future for her family. Everything seems to go downhill when Gigi suddenly finds herself in prison, but when fate brings Gigi to Graham, she is suddenly on a mission to make his empire crumble. As their worlds collide, animosity turns into an unexpected connection. Can Gigi's love heal Graham's shattered heart, or will the revelation of her true intentions leave their love story unfinished?

First book of ' Second Chance séries ' Jasmine's life was tragically cut short by the man she had admired for years. After enduring years of suffering, he cruelly pushed her off a cliff, sending her into the arms of death. However, fate had other plans for her soul, as it encountered a gracious woman who offered her a second chance at life. In this new chapter, Jasmine is determined to take back everything that was stolen from her by Carl Lawson, the very man who had taken so much from her. But during her mission of vengeance, she finds comfort and affection in a man who never left her side. **** She tenderly asked, "Honey, you look tired, should I give you a massage?" Her smile radiates warmth and beauty as she stands before him in a captivating red lace nightgown. His gaze intensifies as he harbors suspicions about her true intentions. Is this woman looking for trouble? He knows that a mere touch from her could lead to a passionate encounter. Without a word, he draws her closer, capturing her luscious lips in a passionate kiss. Between their intertwined lips, he whispers, "Do my lips taste like honey, or should I savor you like an exquisite chocolate, that's scarcely found in the market?"

Valeria lost her parents at a very young age,she grew up with her grandparents and five brothers in a country which knew know peace. A place she dreamt of leaving and making a better home for her family in Light country " I only came here to fend for myself but Lydia .... Lydia my best friend scammed me off my money and sold me to traffickers who handled prostitution and now I lost my virginity to someone I barely know and I am in a country illegally "she cried out. One thing was for sure she will take her family out that country and have her revenge on Lydia. What happens when the man she had a one night stand with is known other than the narcissist boss she hates and he wouldn't let her go.

Dawn Greene goes into a steamy relationship with an American player due to a bet but their relationship more than words on paper when they help each other overcome their past.

I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria. But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity. A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love. My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me. Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego. He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press. He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan. He had no idea she was a fraud. He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her. He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate. At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her. I didn't beg. I didn't cry. I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play.

On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes. She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia." Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours. He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity. But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture." I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her. And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm. Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite. He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet. He is wrong. I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door. And I changed the groom. As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears. The Reaper.

I was five months pregnant and the top underground surgeon for the Chicago mafia. On Christmas Eve, I was called in to perform an off-the-books C-section on a VIP patient. But through the operating room glass, I saw my mafia boss husband, Julian. He wasn't there for me. He was slamming his fists against the door, screaming in desperation for the bleeding mistress on my table. "I swear on my life I will marry you, Lyla. Just hold on." I delivered his illegitimate son while he completely ignored my existence, kissing her knuckles with a reverence I thought was mine alone. The nightmare didn't end there. When I returned to our cold penthouse, I had my prenatal vitamins tested. They were laced with black-market hormones designed to cause severe fetal deformities and force a late-term miscarriage. Julian, the man who once took a bullet for me and swore a blood oath to protect me, had been secretly poisoning our unborn child. His entire family had been covering up his four-year affair, praising the mistress while using me as a convenient shield. How could the fiercely protective husband I loved be the very monster plotting to destroy me from the inside out? The last shred of my affection for the Capo instantly turned to ash. I calmly booked a discreet termination, drafted ironclad annulment papers, and walked out to build my own empire. ---

Heidi gripped the sterile hospital bedsheets as violent contractions ripped her body apart. The heavy door opened, but it wasn't the doctor. It was Brigette, wearing the exact custom wedding dress Heidi had spent six months designing for herself. Brigette held up her phone on speaker. When the doctor warned that a natural delivery would kill the mother, Christian Page's voice echoed through the room, ice-cold and devoid of any warmth. "Prioritize the Page heirs. Let her die." The man she loved had just signed her death warrant over the phone. Brigette stole her newborn twins, dragged her to an abandoned warehouse, and poured gasoline over her bare legs. Flicking a lit cigar into the puddle, Brigette left Heidi tied to an iron pillar to burn alive. But as the flames formed a deadly circle around her, Heidi's body convulsed with a terrifying truth. In the heart of the blazing inferno, she miraculously gave birth to two more babies she didn't know she was carrying. Using her own back as a human shield against the falling embers, she survived the fire, but the ultimate betrayal burned deeper than her ruined skin. Four years later, Heidi returned to New York with a reconstructed face, two brilliant children, and a terrifying new identity as the world's top underground surgeon. When Christian, entirely unaware of who she was, signed a waiver begging her to save his dying grandfather's life, Heidi looked into his desperate eyes with absolute, clinical boredom. "The game starts now," she said coldly.

I am the wife of Dante Moretti, a powerful Mafia Underboss. But in secret, I am "Spettro," the phantom architect who built his entire encrypted bootlegging empire. On my birthday, I came home to find him gifting our five-year-old daughter the exact plush toy he had violently slapped out of my hands months ago. Only this time, he was giving it to his mistress, Adriana, to present as her own. "Auntie Adriana is a million times better than Mommy." My daughter's innocent words pierced my heart, while Dante coldly dismissed my presence, treating me like an unwelcome stranger interrupting their perfect family. He mocked my mothering, allowed his mistress to sever my desperate phone calls with my child, and weaponized his power to break our daughter's spirit just to spite me. He sneered that my only purpose was to stay quiet, absolutely certain I would crawl back the second my allowance ran dry. He thought I was just a weak, submissive wife who had lost everything. He didn't realize that the empire he arrogantly ruled was entirely built on my stolen brilliance. I left my diamond ring on the table, violently slashed our ancient blood oath in half, and walked out of his gilded cage forever. Sitting in a cold warehouse, I placed my hands on my telegraph machine and initiated the Ghost Protocol to permanently paralyze his entire criminal network. The era of playing the dutiful wife was over. I am Donna Falcone, and the vendetta has just begun.