𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭… 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. The family who raised me. The family who destroyed me. And now? They want me back. Four years after they cast me out, I returned… With a child. With hatred. With revenge burning in my veins. They think they can cage me again. Force me. Break me. Control me. But they forgot one thing... I survived them once. And this time; I won’t just survive again. I’ll destroy them. --- 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲... 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜... But now... It was too late. She’s no longer the girl they broke. *** Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray men to their knees—begging and regretting—are the women they worship? --- *Warning:* This story contains dark themes, morally gray main characters, and intense emotional content. The heroine is strong, flawed, and not traditionally “good girl.”

Blurb: "You're mine! You're my wife. You're fucking MINE" my husband roared furiously while he was pushing me towards the wall. I lowered my hand to protect my belly, he didn't know that I'm pregnant yet. "I will never leave you, I will never let you go. I'm drowning without you" he whispered desperately this time, leaning his forehead on mine. My eyes were cloudy, I lifted my other hand and caressed his cheek. I know that he needs me, I know he wants me, but not as a wife. He just needs my body, it always about my body and sex, and it will always be just about them. He needs me to be his submissive. His sex slave. With trembling voice I mumbled, "I'm not, Raf. I'm not yours. We can't be together, we came to the end of this useless marriage" His phone rang. It was Debbie, the other woman! He tightened his jaw and clenched his fists and said, "I wil take this call and get back to finish our talk" Once he left the room, my tears flowed like a river on my burning cheeks. I knew it, he will always choose her. I wiped my tears harshly and made a phone call, "I'm leaving, can you take me to the airport?.." Trembling, I took a step towards my closet to put something on to hide the bruises on my body. ________ I loved my husband with all of my heart. Although he was dark, vicious, and sadistic. I was his little dirty secret. We got married under some circumstances. No one ever knew about this marriage. I made my decision, I will never go back to him. I will never let him treat me like his submissive again, NEVER!

"Daddy, Mommy has a new boyfriend and he's very handsome. More than you are!" He choked with his food, "What did you say?" "Didn't you know? Mommy started dating!" _______ When Naya was seventeen, she lied to Lucas, who was in his late twenties, telling him she was twenty-three. They had a one-night stand, and after a month and a half, she discovered she was pregnant. When she told him, he simply said, "Then, let's get married." After four years of marriage, Naya realized that her husband didn't love her. She faced the bitter truth: he never loved her and never said he did. She became convinced he married her only because she was carrying his twins. After they separated, Naya was still young, just twenty-two, so she decided to live her life and find true love. Would Lucas have a change of heart? How would he react when his wife starts dating? Would he have another say? ____________ “I want to try kissing. I want to know how it feels when it’s not you,” I said, touching my lips with my fingers. He held my chin and captured my lips between his. “No one will taste them but me,” he growled.