Love after Rebirth: A Dark Mafia Romance

Richard skidded to a stop, coldly locking eyes with Snow. His gaze burned with a dangerous, predatory glint. Snow felt a jolt of despair. She finally snapped, demanding, "Richard, what the hell do you want?" Richard's voice was ice cold, and he uttered a single word,"You."What Richard was thinking: Want to fuck you. Snow no longer wanted to be the "spare blood bank" for her hypocritical, leukemia-stricken sister. She just wanted to live her own life. But the one person she overlooked was that terrifying, mafia boy, Richard. Once, when she was anemic and fled the hospital with nowhere to go, she collapsed on the street. He was the one who picked her up, brought her back, cared for her, and held her like she was something fragile carved into his very bones. On countless long nights, he kissed the ugly puncture marks on her spine. Even after her death, he went mad, broke into the funeral home, and stole away her cold, lifeless body. Now that she's back at sixteen, Snow doesn't seem to fear Richard quite so much anymore. When the boy stood silently in the shadows, watching her from a dark corner, Snow turned back and gave him a sweet, sunny smile. "As long as you're not mean to me, we can be good friends."The mafia mafia boy looked down at her porcelain-pale face and let out a cold, twisted laugh. "Who the fuck wants to be your friend?" He only wanted to pull her into his bed and never let go. Now that she's reborn, Snow truly wants to repay Richard-to change his harsh, doomed fate. But it seems the short-tempered mafia king never took her gentle warning to heart. Not until that day, when Richard cornered her in an empty classroom, the two of them completely alone. He grabbed her hand, hot to the touch, his body radiating heat. A dangerous smile tugged at his lips, wild and unrestrained. "You want me to behave?" he said, voice low and rough. "Then you better be real fucking obedient."

The moment Emily saw Carlos, she instinctively tried to shut the door. But Carlos had already guessed what she'd do - he grabbed onto the doorframe in an instant. Carlos, "I was wrong. I know I hurt you. I really do." Emily, "If you want to repent, go to church." Aiden had already appeared in front of her. He flung Carlos's hand off the door and walked straight into Emily's apartment. Bam! The door slammed shut. Carlos didn't even see clearly who it was. Emily hadn't processed it either before Aiden grabbed her hand, spun her around, and pinned her directly against the door. He didn't bother walking a few more steps. His breath reeked of alcohol as he kissed her fiercely and without warning. Emily's mind was still on Carlos, who was right outside. With just a thin wall between them - and a door that wasn't even soundproof - the shame came flooding in from all directions. She was sure Carlos could hear every sound of them kissing. She whimpered and tried to push Aiden away. Aiden frowned and grabbed her wandering hands, pinning them above her head, tight against the door. He captured her lips again in a kiss that left her breathless. With heavy breathing, Aiden lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. "Say it. Say you only like me." Emily's ex-boyfriend Carlos had cheated on her. The girl he cheated with? Her uncle drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom. A few days after their breakup, Emily spotted that very Rolls-Royce Phantom outside the Imperial Banquet Hotel. Thinking of Carlos and that bitch Angela being all lovey-dovey, she couldn't help the bitterness rising in her chest. Carlos wanted to skip twenty years of hard work? Dream on. Carlos still wanted to be "in relationship" with her? Fine - she'd become their aunt in law. Let them have to smile and bow in front of her while trying to suck up. In that moment, Emily didn't know where the surge of confidence came from, but she smiled sweetly and knocked on the backseat window of that Rolls-Royce. The window rolled down slowly. A young, gorgeous man and his driver looked over. The man's eyes deep and mesmerizing behind his glasses. Emily's heart skipped a beat. Angela looks pretty average... but her uncle? He's ridiculously hot. Months later, Emily was cozily sitting in the backseat of the same Rolls-Royce, hand in hand with the elegant Aiden. Not far off, she spotted the cheater Angela and ex-boyfriend Carlos. She waved her fingers at them in a haughty, arrogant gesture. Emily,"Don't you know to greet your elders? Angela's face went pale as she slowly made her way over and said to the driver up front, "Uncle John" Emily, "...?"

CEO Cole turned to Anne."You said I'm beautiful?" "...Yeah." "Sexy body?""...Yeah.""Big, hard cock?""...Yeah.""Never regret sleeping with me?""..." Anne's face turned even redder than when she was drinking. "...Yep." Anne's voice was barely louder than a whisper."Perfect. I just happen to be in need of a bed partner. Interested?"Anne stared at Cole, wondering if he was drunker than she was. "...Okay." Anne was chosen by tycoon Cole at first glance because she resembled his beloved first love. At the time, it was Anne's first time working as a escort, doing so to afford the medical expenses for the grandmother who had raised her. After a night of passion, Cole suspected he had been set up-because he has never hooked on women so easily, especially escort. Seeing Anne's resemblance to his beloved first love, his guard against her was at its peak. However, when Anne was nearly assaulted by a perverted client, Cole stepped in just in time to save her. Under Cole's protection, Anne remained a escort but rarely suffered any harassment. Yet, because of her resemblance to his beloved first love, Anne always suspected-She just a mere substitute. After the first sex, Cole looked at Anne coldly and said, "This is the first and the last time." But after the second sex, Anne cursed, "Damn men. Never trust a word they say." Many years later, as Cole watched Anne sleeping beside him, he let out a sigh: Indeed, you should never have sex with the same woman more than three times. Otherwise, she will mean the world to you.

The first time Alsa laid eyes on him, he was a gentle and clean-cut young boy. But as he grew up, he became a frivolous playboy-who also happened to be her newlywed husband. After an unexpected one-night stand with Ross, their next encounter was anything but romantic-she had to help him handle the aftermath of his latest scandal, comforting a half-dressed starlet at the scene. Alsa remained unfazed, her expression unreadable. In name, they were husband and wife; in reality, they were merely a CEO and his secretary. But Alsa had her own hidden agenda. As a spy, she had entered this flash marriage with Ross for one reason-to secretly investigate The Moore family. What she didn't expect was that her playboy husband was terrifyingly perceptive. He saw right through her from the start, yet he said nothing. Instead, he watched and waited, like a cat playing with a mouse, waiting for her to slip up... Ross was infamous in high society-reckless, carefree, and seemingly incapable of true feelings. Everyone thought he was all about lust, never love. Until one day, a video surfaced. In it, Ross looked like a devoted believer, his fingers tightly clasped around a woman's slender wrist. His eyes burned with fervor and longing, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Alsa, please... look at me."

Mity made her first appearance in high society as Alan's fiancée, only to be met with a wave of disdain. Everyone knew Alan had always had a beloved first love in his heart-Mity was nothing more than a shield to appease his parents. Besides, her family background didn't match his. Seated at the highest VIP section, at the pinnacle of the social pyramid, was Stuart-the ruler of New York City's most powerful elite family. Cold, indifferent, and unattainable. His icy gaze swept over Mity, who clung gently to her fiancé's arm, looking as fragile as a rabbit. A member of the Raven family leaned over respectfully to ask for his opinion. Stuart held a freshly lit cigar between his fingers, his gaze dark and unreadable. Just half an hour ago, those delicate fingers had trembled, those soft lips had been bitten in hesitation, and with flushed cheeks, she had secretly slipped a hotel key card into his suit pocket. When he left the event, that same key card was tossed lightly into the trash. Later, Alan's beloved first love, who had been abroad for years, suddenly returned. His family pressured Mity to humble herself and beg him to stay, even slipping a hotel key card into Alan's hand on her behalf. That night, Mity was sent to the hotel. When the door opened, she saw a man in a tailored suit, reclining in a chair, idly playing with that very key card between his fingers. His chiseled features were shrouded in a bone-chilling coldness. "Why beg him?" Stuart's voice was devoid of warmth as his powerful palm seized her slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. His fingertip pressed firmly against her trembling lips. He led her to the door. From the hallway, Mity caught sight of Alan being led into the adjacent suite by his first love. Her face turned pale. Behind her, the man leaned in close, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck, his voice low and rough with menace. "Mity... why not beg me instead?" The door clicked shut. Clothes fell to the floor. At first, Mity had schemed her way into Stuart's life just to escape her parasitic family. But when Stuart took it seriously, she became the deceitful little liar. When the truth came to light, Stuart cornered her at the airport. "Mity," he said, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Say you like me."

Elena had given her virginity to Chasel, the most popular boy in high school and the secret object of her affection for years. When she shyly brought it up to him afterward, Chasel claimed he had been drunk and didn't remember anything. He offered her a substantial sum of money to leave him alone. Elena's first time had been tainted by Chasel's humiliation, made worse by the fact that he was the first man she had ever truly loved. Elena thought college would be her escape, that her high school memories would fade into obscurity. Instead, Chasel somehow became the object of her college roommate's affections. Worse still, Elena found herself constantly crossing paths with Chasel, who seemed to treat her differently from everyone else... "One year later, we divorce, with no interference in each other's lives." The only reason Elena agreed to a fake marriage with Chasel was her absolute conviction that the perfect Chasel could never fall in love with someone like her. But after the wedding, their faked marriage turned all too real. One year later, divorce couldn't even be mentioned-she couldn't even leave the house. Facing Chasel's forced love, Elena escaped through a window, fleeing the prison their home had become.Just when she was congratulating herself on finally escaping his clutches, the very next day, everywhere she went, someone would bow respectfully and say, "Mrs. Anthony, Mr. Anthony is waiting for you over there."

After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."

"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.

After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”

Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!