Sweetheart Comic Series

The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge
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“On a quiet Tuesday, a bank notification popped up on my phone. My husband had forged my signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust to his mistress. When I confronted him, he humiliated me in front of his boardroom.” 🩸
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💔 It was a Tuesday.

I was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of our Tribeca penthouse, checking the quarterly reports.

Then a push notification dropped down from the top of my screen.

JPMorgan. Joint trust account alert.

$50,000,000.00 USD has been successfully transferred to: Crista Reid.

My lungs stopped working.

Fifty million dollars. Cleared. Gone.

Barrett had forged my digital signature.

I called him. He sent me to voicemail.

I called the main boardroom line. I used my override code—Nightingale-Seven-Alpha. The system forced the line directly into his meeting.

"Barrett," I said. "Where is the fifty million dollars?"

The chatter died. A dozen Wall Street executives fell silent.

"Harlow?" His voice crackled through the speaker, furious. "What the hell are you doing? I'm in the middle of a board meeting."

"Where is the money?"

"This is highly inappropriate," he snapped. "It's a temporary reallocation for bridge financing."

"Since when is a woman named Crista Reid a bridge loan provider?"

Someone in the boardroom coughed. Someone laughed.

"Enough!" Barrett barked, his voice turning vicious. "You don't understand how Wall Street works, Harlow. Stop acting like a hysterical housewife."

He wasn't just dismissing me. He was performing. Showing his executives how little he thought of his wife.

"You forged my signature," I said.

"I made a business decision!" he yelled. "You're living in a penthouse I pay for. You work a job I gave you. Don't embarrass yourself."

More snickers.

They thought I was a charity case.

Barrett had spent five years painting me as the poor girl he rescued from the basement. He had completely erased the fact that I built the financial models that made his company possible.

I didn't scream. I didn't cry.

I just stopped talking.

The silence stretched.

"Harlow?" He faltered. "Look. I'll bring home dinner tonight. We'll talk."

The line went dead.

I turned away from the window.

I walked to his office. The door was locked.

I typed his birthday. Red light. Error.

I typed C-R-I-S-T-A.

Green light.

The door swung open.

The smell hit me first. Tom Ford's Fu***ng Fabulous. Heavy. Sweet. Lingering.

I walked to his encrypted laptop. I plugged in a USB drive—a backdoor program I had designed years ago.

The desktop materialized.

A hidden folder sat right in the center.

C & A.

I double-clicked it.

Hundreds of photos flooded the screen. Barrett and a blonde woman. On a yacht. Kissing. Holding a little boy with dirty blonde hair.

I scrolled to the bottom.

A DNA paternity test.

Probability of Paternity: 99.99%.

Father: Barrett Marks.

Child: Aiden Reid.

He had a five-year-old son with his mistress.

He had stolen fifty million dollars from me.

And for five years, he had made me believe I was the problem.

The air expanded in my lungs.

I closed the laptop.

And I made a decision.

The woman he had discarded?

She was about to become his worst nightmare. 💀
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The Woman He Was Never Meant To Love
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“I was the daughter no one wanted. The ghost in the mansion. Then my father sold me to the most dangerous man in the city—a stranger who carried a gun to board meetings. I was never meant to survive him.” 🩸
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🩸 I learned silence before I learned to speak.

I was the hidden daughter. The shameful secret. The girl who wasn't supposed to exist.

The Brooks family took me in after my mother died. They never let me forget it.

My father Victor looked through me like I was glass. My stepmother Clarisse called me a burden. My sister Seraphina—the golden child—treated me like a servant.

I cleaned their rooms. I served their dinners. I disappeared into the corners of their gilded mansion.

They made sure no one knew I existed.

And then, one night, everything changed.

I was called to my father's study. The air was cold. His eyes were colder.

"There's been a decision made," he said.

I didn't ask what decision. I knew better.

"You'll be marrying Sebastian Blake."

The name hit me like a physical blow.

Sebastian Blake. The heir to the Blake empire. A man who carried a gun to board meetings. A man whose reputation was built on fear and blood.

My throat closed.

"W-Why me?" I choked out. "Why not Seraphina?"

My sister appeared in the doorway, a cruel smile on her lips.

"Oh, sweetheart," she cooed. "Blakes aren't gentlemen. They're powerful, dangerous. We couldn't possibly risk me with a man like that."

My stepmother nodded.

"You're expendable," she said. "You've been nothing but a shadow. Now you'll finally be useful."

Useful.

I was being traded. Sold. Like livestock.

My father didn't even blink.

"The engagement will be announced soon," he said. "You'll behave accordingly or suffer the consequences."

I looked at them—my father, my stepmother, my sister.

Three people who shared my blood.

Three people who had never loved me.

I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

I just nodded.

Because I had learned, long ago, that silence was the only armor I had.

But as I walked out of that study, something stirred in my chest.

Something cold.

Something dangerous.

They thought they were discarding me.

They had no idea what they were about to unleash. 💀
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Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Alpha Uncle
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“I was supposed to marry his nephew. Instead, I saved his life in a car crash. And when his eyes met mine, I felt something I couldn't explain. He was the monster Clemont feared—and now he was claiming me.” 🖤
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👑 I had never met Joel Hunter.

But I knew of him.

The reclusive, ruthless Alpha of the Blackstone Pack.

The CEO of Hunter Industries.

Clemont's uncle.

And the one man my fiancé feared more than anyone in the world.

I never expected to meet him.

I never expected to save his life.

But on the night my world fell apart, I pulled his unconscious body out of a wrecked SUV.

He was huge—a mountain of muscle and blood.

And when my fingers touched his skin—a jolt shot through me.

He opened his eyes.

For a split second, I saw something in them.

Wild. Possessive. Terrifying.

Then he was unconscious again. 🖤

I dragged him to my car. I drove him to the hospital.

I didn't know who he was until his Beta arrived.

"Alpha Hunter," he said.

The words hit me like a physical blow.

I had just saved the one man Clemont feared most.

His uncle.

A man who could destroy my fiancé with a single word.

When Joel woke up, he didn't thank me.

He looked at me with dark, possessive eyes.

"You saved my life," he said. "That means you owe me one."

I fled.

The next morning, I walked down the aisle.

Clemont was waiting. Kaylen was in the front row. My father was there, too—my father, who had married his mistress and let her destroy my mother.

I played the recording on the cathedral screen.

Chaos erupted.

Clemont's face was white. Kaylen was screaming.

And I walked off the altar.

I didn't run. I walked—toward the door.

But before I could reach it, a hand grabbed my wrist.

Strong. Warm. Familiar.

Joel.

He pulled me into his arms.

"You're coming with me," he said.

I should have refused.

I should have fought.

But when I looked into his eyes—I felt it.

The bond.

I was his mate.

"You were always mine," he murmured. "From the moment I first saw you ten years ago."

"Ten years?"

"I recognized you," he said. "The day you walked into the pack gathering. I knew you were mine. But I waited. I built my empire. I became strong enough to claim you."

His thumb brushed my cheek.

"Now I'm taking you home."

I was terrified.

But I was also free.

The monsters who tried to destroy me? They had just met a bigger monster.

And he was mine. 👑
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Left At The Altar, She Became The Bride Of His Arch-Nemesis
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On my wedding day, my fiancé left me on a highway for his 'real love.'
My family didn't even show up — they were celebrating my adopted sister instead.
So I tore off my veil.
I stopped his arch-nemesis's car.
And I asked him to marry me.
He didn't just say yes — he drove me straight back to the ceremony and crashed it.
Now my ex is begging for another chance.
Too late. I'm his brother's wife now. 💔🔥
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*"Cole... something's wrong with me. My chest hurts so bad. Can you take me to the hospital?"*

I sat beside my fiancé in the car, wearing my wedding dress, on our way to the ceremony. And I heard every word through his phone speaker.

Kendra Todd. The woman who always found a way to pull him away — using the same excuse, over and over.

*"I can't make it today,"* Cole said, his tone distant. *"I already told Sam to head over. Just tell him what you need."*

On the other end, Kendra's voice came thin and shaky. *"I know you're getting married today. So this is it for us, right? We won't talk anymore?"*

My fingers slowly curled into the fabric of my dress. I had seen this play out too many times. Would our wedding day be any different?

*"That's not how it is,"* Cole said, shifting uneasily. *"You've always mattered to me more than anyone else. That won't change."*

He hung up. He fidgeted. He checked his phone, then shut it off.

I watched him. The light in my eyes slowly faded.

Even if our engagement had only been arranged — he was still the one person who had ever treated me with any kindness after I returned to the Fowler family. Even though I knew he still kept Kendra close, I couldn't let go. That small bit of warmth was all I had.

*"Pull over. Right there!"*

Cole's sharp voice cut through my thoughts.

*"What's so urgent that it can't wait until after the ceremony?"* I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

*"Evelyn, why are you making this difficult? Something came up at the company."*

The lie hit me like a blade.

*"You're going to Kendra again, aren't you? You said that would be the last time!"*

His hand on my shoulder went rigid. *"Kendra's not doing well. Can't you try to understand?"*

*"You're really about to leave your own wedding — for her — and you still expect me to be okay with it?"*

*"Don't be like this. I'll make it up to you later. A bigger wedding, alright?"*

*"Everyone in Slomery is already there! How am I supposed to face them alone?"*

His tone dropped to something cold. *"Why do you keep pushing this? Kendra has no one but me. If something happens to her, can you live with that?"*

For a moment, I couldn't move.

*"Step out of the car."*

The driver hesitated. *"Mr. Bennett, we're on a highway. It's not safe —"*

*"Pull over. Now!"*

The car slowed. The door unlocked.

*"Get out."*

I lifted my chin. *"If I walk away from this car today, there's nothing left between us."*

He brushed it off. *"Just wait for me. Once I've handled things with Kendra, I'll come back for you."*

I looked at him one last time. Then I gathered my dress, stepped out, and let the door close behind me.

That last look I gave him — something in Cole sank. But he pushed the thought aside. I had no one else. The Fowler family never truly cared about me. I couldn't walk away from this marriage.

He was wrong.

---

# # # THE HIGHWAY

Still in my wedding dress, I moved along the highway. Cars sped past me. The wind sent my veil flying wildly behind me.

A trace of coldness settled across my face. I reached up — and tore the veil away in one sharp motion.

From a distance, a red Ferrari convertible came into view. I lifted my arm and stopped it.

The car screeched to a halt, its side brushing the edge of my dress.

The man behind the wheel looked me over — his sharp eyes taking in every detail. A faint smirk curved his lips.

Shane Bennett. Cole's half-brother. His arch-nemesis.

*"Evelyn, are you trying to throw your life away on your wedding day?"*

I met his gaze. And I leaned closer.

*"Shane, will you marry me?"*

For a brief moment, he paused. Then a grin spread across his face.

*"Today is supposed to be your big day with Cole. Yet you're asking me. Tell me — what's in it for me?"*

*"Wouldn't you like to help me shake up the Bennett family?"*

The past between Shane and that family was never simple. His mother had been called Hank Bennett's mistress. She raised him alone overseas until she took her own life. When Shane returned, he built an empire from nothing — and the Bennetts never forgave him for it.

A faint edge crept into his expression. *"So this is you trying to make use of me?"*

A small smile touched my lips. *"We both get something out of this."*

I stepped back. *"If it doesn't interest you —"*

Before I could finish, the Ferrari backed up and stopped beside me. The door opened. He lifted me into his chest.

*"What are you doing?"*

*"I'm taking you to your wedding. Let's go make things interesting for the Bennetts."*

---

# # # THE CRASH

The red Ferrari tore through the ceremony venue. Guards tried to stop us. Shane just drove faster.

The engine roared. A loud crash followed as the wedding display was knocked aside. Screams broke out all at once. The Ferrari spun into a sharp drift and stopped right before the flower arch.

Once people recognized who sat inside, murmurs spread through the venue.

*"Has Shane lost his mind?"*

*"Look at the passenger seat — isn't that the bride?"*

Cole's mother, Sharon, turned pale. *"This is Cole's wedding! Who gave you the right to come here and make a scene?"*

I leaned casually against the car door. *"Things have changed. The man I'm marrying now is Shane."*

Chaos erupted.

*"She really thinks she can just switch grooms?"*

*"She's barely acknowledged by the Fowler family. They're off celebrating their adopted daughter instead!"*

Sharon's voice rose sharply. *"What makes you think Shane would ever choose you?"*

Shane's arm rested lazily along the car door. *"I don't see anything wrong with what's happening."*

The color drained from Sharon's face. She turned to Hank. *"He's doing this to sabotage the wedding!"*

Hank's authority crumbled. *"You should leave."*

Shane smiled, but there was no warmth. *"Seems like working with Crown Company doesn't interest you anymore."*

That single remark choked off Hank's anger. Shane had taken control of the Bennett Group and pushed it to the top — without relying on anyone. No one could afford to cross him now.

*"Since you're already here,"* Hank said through clenched teeth, *"the ceremony will proceed."*

*"What?!"* Sharon turned to him. *"You're just going to let this happen?"*

She looked at me with pure hatred. *"Evelyn, don't even think about going through with this!"*

I smiled calmly. *"Why not call Cole and ask him yourself? If he's willing to come back, he can still take his place as the groom."*

Sharon lashed out. *"You must've been seeing Shane behind Cole's back!"*

I pulled out my phone and dialed Cole. On speaker.

His irritated voice rang across the silent venue. *"I already told you, I'm staying with Kendra. I'm not marrying you today. If you keep calling, I'll block you!"*

A cold laugh slipped from me. *"Cole, whether you show up or not, this wedding isn't getting canceled."*

He responded in a mocking tone. *"Who else would even marry you if it's not me? Go ahead and find someone else. I'd actually appreciate it."*

The line went dead. An odd silence settled over the entire venue.

Sharon struggled to breathe — then collapsed where she stood.

I smiled. *"Thank you, everyone, for attending my wedding with Shane."*

The Ferrari's engine roared.

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# # # THE HUSBAND

*"I appreciate this,"* I said as we drove away. *"You can drop me off here."*

Shane kept his hands steady on the wheel. *"We're not done yet. We make it official. I become your husband — in name and in record."*

By the time we stepped out of City Hall, I stood there with the document in my hands, staring at it. It didn't feel real.

Before I could process it, the paper was taken from my fingers.

*"Come on."*

*"Where are we going?"*

*"I did you a favor. Now you return it."*

---

# # # THE CASINO

Gilded Spire. The place where Slomery's wealthiest gathered.

*"I didn't expect you to spend time in places like this."*

Shane shut the door. *"I had business here. Marrying you set me back."*

*"Then I suppose I owe you my thanks."*

Amusement showed in his expression. *"Don't mention it."*

Inside, staff greeted us. Someone leaned close to Shane and murmured something. A slight crease formed between his brows.

He turned to me. *"That dress isn't suited for this place. I'll have someone bring you a change."*

The staff guided me toward the first-floor casino. *"Mrs. Bennett, Mr. Bennett asked me to let you know — you're free to play as much as you like. Any winnings are yours. Losses are his."*

*"It's fine. I'll just wait."*

I turned toward the lounge — and someone caught my wrist.

Cole stood there, irritation clear on his face. *"Evie, what are you doing here?"*

Behind him, his friends chimed in with open mockery.

*"Ms. Fowler couldn't stay away, could she? Chased him in her wedding dress!"*

Kendra stepped closer to Cole and offered me a soft, fake smile. *"Ms. Fowler, showing up here in your wedding dress must be quite troublesome."*

Cole's forehead creased. *"Didn't I already tell you to go back home? Cornering me like this isn't going to change anything!"*

The situation was so ridiculous I almost laughed. He had left me on the roadside, skipped our ceremony — just to bring Kendra here to *relax*.

With a swift motion, I pulled my wrist free. *"I didn't come here for you."*

Jeffrey laughed. *"Come on, Ms. Fowler. You show up dressed like that — and you expect us to believe you're not here for Cole? What else — you came here to gamble?"*

*"She's still a Fowler by name, yet she throws away her pride just to chase him. That's just embarrassing."*

Kendra tugged at Cole's arm. *"This is really on me. If I hadn't fallen ill, you wouldn't have delayed your wedding. Since Ms. Fowler came all this way — you should go back with her."*

Cole's restraint finally snapped. *"Evelyn, do you really have to corner me like this? Kendra isn't well! I already said I'll marry you. What does one day even change?"*

Jeffrey chimed in again. *"She's scared you'll walk away, Cole! Even her own family wants nothing to do with her! Clinging to you is the only thing she's got left!"*

Kendra turned to me with a soft expression. *"Ms. Fowler, don't take it to heart. They're only teasing."*

Cole grabbed my arm and started pulling me toward the exit. *"I'll have someone take you back."*

I resisted. *"Let go of me!"*

His grip tightened. *"We'll deal with this after I'm done. Don't make a bigger scene."*

Then someone stepped into their path.

A man in a sharp suit. Marc Gordon — connected to the owner of Gilded Spire.

Cole's demeanor shifted. *"Mr. Gordon, I apologize if we caused any disturbance. I'll take her out —"*

Marc didn't let him finish.

He turned to me and gave a polite nod. *"You must be Mrs. Bennett. My boss has asked me to bring you upstairs."*

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# # # THE UPSTAIRS

Cole's face went pale. *"Mrs. Bennett?"*

I smiled. *"I told you, Cole. I wasn't here for you."*

I walked past him — past Kendra, past his friends, past every mocking face — and followed Marc toward the private elevator.

The doors closed on Cole's stunned expression.

I was Mrs. Bennett now. Just not his Mrs. Bennett.

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# # # THE FUTURE

Shane was waiting for me upstairs. He didn't say a word. He just held out a glass of champagne.

*"To the Bennetts,"* he said, a faint smirk on his lips.

I took the glass. *"To shaking things up."*

From downstairs, I heard Cole's voice — desperate, shouting my name.

I didn't look back.

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**He left me on a highway for another woman.**
**He humiliated me in front of everyone.**
**He thought I had nowhere to go.**

**But I found someone.**
**Someone stronger.**
**Someone who wanted to shake up the world with me.**

**And now my ex is begging for another chance.**

**Too late.**
**I'm his brother's wife now.** 💔🔥👑

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His To Possess
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“He offered me a year of exclusivity. Protection. Money. Everything I needed to save my brother. The only rule? I belonged to him—and no one else. I signed. I had no choice.” 🖤
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📜 Days passed. Silence.

I figured that was it. Just another one-night client.

But I couldn't stop thinking about him.

The way he kissed me. The way he held me. The way he looked at me like I was a puzzle he hadn't decided whether to solve or burn.

Then, on a quiet Thursday evening, my phone buzzed.

"9PM. Same place."

No name. No question. No please.

I stared at the screen.

Rent was late. The lights had almost been cut off. The people my father owed money to? They were getting louder. Angrier.

I had no choice.

I dressed in black. Clean, sharp lines. Armor, not allure.

When I walked into the suite, he was already there. Same man. Same darkness in his eyes.

"You came back," he said.

"You told me to."

"You could've said no."

"I don't say no when rent's due."

He poured himself a drink and leaned against the bar. He watched me like he was memorizing every detail.

"I want something longer," he said. "Exclusive. You. For me."

"Exclusive?"

"One year," he said. "You belong to me. No other clients. No other men. When I need you, you come."

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a brown envelope.

"Everything you need to know is in there. The duration. The payment. The rules."

I opened it.

Inside was a two-page contract. And a name.

Rico De Romano.

I'd heard that name whispered in clubs, bars, even in the quiet corners of the city. He wasn't just rich. He was feared.

The leader of I Sette—the most powerful mafia circle in the country.

People didn't just fear Rico. They respected him. Ruthless in business. Unforgiving to those who crossed him.

And I was holding a contract with his name on it.

I scanned the terms:

One year of exclusive companionship.

On call whenever he needed me.

No other clients. No other men.

Discretion. Total silence.

Generous payment—enough to cover my brother's tuition and rent twice over.

Protection for me and my brother.

If I broke the contract? He'd make sure no one in the city ever hired me again.

I looked up at him.

"You're offering a lot for just one year."

His eyes didn't leave mine. "You're worth it."

"And if I run?"

He stepped closer, his voice low and unwavering.

"You won't. But if you do, you'll leave with nothing. And you'll find every door closed to you. No one hires someone who breaks my contracts."

I picked up the pen.

"Hope you can handle me for a year," I said.

I signed.

He took the contract without looking at it. His focus stayed on me.

"Good," he said. "You start now."

He pulled me to him, slamming his lips on mine.

The devil had claimed me.

And there was no going back. 🖤
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Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
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“They offered me two men: a brute who would beat me, or a coward who couldn't protect me. I rejected them both. I chose the Don—the most feared man in Chicago. And I became his Queen.” 🖤
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👑 I was supposed to be a pawn.

My father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the spoiled heir.

But he couldn't even bother to show up.

He ran off to California with his mistress while I stood alone at the altar.

His family watched me burn.

Then they offered me replacements.

Matteo Moreno. Alex's cousin. His best friend.

He was twenty-five, built like a linebacker, with a neck thicker than my thigh. He glared at me with pure hatred.

If I married him, I would be sleeping next to a man who would resent me for taking his friend's place. He would beat me. I knew it.

Then there was Luca. Barely twenty. Slim and trembling in his expensive suit. He looked at the floor, terrified to meet my eyes.

If I married him, the wolves in this city would eat us both alive.

A brute or a coward. Those were my options.

Panic clawed at my throat. I had gambled everything on this moment. If I chose either of them, I was dead.

Then I looked past them.

To the front pew.

Damien Moreno. The Dark Don. The head of the family.

He sat alone, separated from the rest of his family by an invisible barrier of fear and respect.

He was Alex's father. The most powerful man in the city. A man whose name was whispered like a curse.

And he was looking at the altar like this entire charade was beneath him.

I lifted my hand. My finger pointed at him.

"I choose him," I said. "I choose the Don."

The silence that followed was absolute.

Sofia Moreno's composure cracked. "Isabella, he is not an option."

"Why? You said any unmarried Moreno man. Is the Don married?"

"No, but—"

"Then he is an option."

I walked toward him. Every step echoed like a gavel strike.

He stood. Towering. Cold. His eyes were black pits, devoid of light.

"You invoke the Pact," he said. His voice was gravel and danger.

"I do."

"You understand what you are asking? You are asking to belong to me."

"I am asking for a husband who keeps his word."

His eyes studied me. Dissecting me.

"Are you certain, Isabella?"

I dug my nails into my palms. "I am."

He extended his arm.

"Then let us not keep God waiting."

I placed my hand on his forearm. His muscles were hard as stone.

I had won.

When Alex finally crawled back to Chicago, he wouldn't find a weeping ex-fiancée.

He would find a stepmother who outranked him in every way.

I had become the Queen.

And the man who rejected me?

He had just become my son. 👑
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Unwanted No More – The Devil Mafia's Love is Mine
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“He offered me a contract: wealth, status, protection—everything except love. 'I don't need love,' he said. 'I'll give you everything except that.' I signed anyway. I had nothing left to lose.” 🖤
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📜 He was the devil.

That's what everyone said about Roman Volkov.

The richest man in the city. The most dangerous. The one you didn't cross.

And I had just become his wife.

No ceremony. No celebration. Just a signature at City Hall and a ring on my finger.

Then he left.

"I will be back."

That was all he said. Then he disappeared for a month.

I was alone in his mansion—surrounded by servants who wouldn't let me touch anything, living in a palace that felt like a prison.

But I didn't complain.

Because compared to the life the Sterlings had planned for me—the old men, the loveless marriages, the cages—this was freedom.

And I was going to make the most of it.

I found a job at a private gallery. I started building my own life.

And I waited for Roman to return.

When he finally came back, he found me standing in the middle of the road, almost getting hit by a motorcycle.

His hand shot out. He pulled me back.

His grip was strong. His eyes were cold.

"Careful, Jade," he said, his voice raspy. "Or you might get hurt."

I looked up at him.

A month away. A month of silence. And now he was standing in front of me like he had never left.

"Why did you choose me?" I asked.

He didn't answer.

"I'm not like Naomi," I said. "I don't know how to be a proper socialite. I don't know how to host parties or make small talk. I'm not the wife you need."

His eyes narrowed.

"I chose you because I wanted you," he said. "That's all you need to know."

He turned and walked away.

I followed him.

"I need to know the truth," I insisted. "Why me?"

He stopped. He turned.

"Because you're not like them," he said. "You're not fake. You're not scheming. You're real."

He stepped closer.

"And because I don't want a wife who loves me," he said. "I want a wife who will be loyal. Who will stand by me. Who won't run when things get dangerous."

"I'm not going to run," I said.

"You say that now," he said. "But you don't know who I really am."

"Then show me."

He stared at me for a long moment.

Then he nodded.

"Fine," he said. "But once you see—once you step into my world—there's no going back."

I held his gaze.

"I'm not planning on it."

He smiled—a slow, dangerous smile.

"Then welcome to the family, Mrs. Volkov."

The devil had chosen me.

And I was ready to burn with him. 🔥
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His Abandoned Wife, Now Untouchable
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“He left me for his mistress. He thought I had nothing. He didn't know I was the sole heir to a billion-dollar empire—and I was about to take everything back.” 💎
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👑 For four years, I played the perfect wife.

I was invisible. I was useful. I was disposable.

And when Damian Nunez decided he wanted someone else, he didn't even have the decency to tell me.

He just—stopped coming home.

Two months.

He hadn't set foot in our penthouse in two months.

I was bleeding from a bullet wound, fighting to save his company, and he was busy with his mistress.

When I finally walked into his office with the contract and the divorce papers—he didn't even blink.

"You're walking away with nothing?" he sneered. "That's so you, Gabriella. You always have to be this ruthless."

Ruthless.

That's what he called me.

As if I was the one who had cheated.

As if I was the one who had abandoned him.

I signed the papers.

I walked out.

And I never looked back.

But I didn't go far.

The car picked me up at the curb. A luxury sedan. A handsome driver.

The Carlisle family estate. The Upper East Side. Heavily guarded. Palatial.

My brother, Andrew, was waiting.

"Welcome home," he said.

Home.

It was the first time in years I had heard that word.

I lay back on the bed in my old suite. The wound in my side was still bleeding. I had dug the bullet out with my bare hands—because I refused to let anesthesia harm the baby.

The baby.

Damian's baby.

The child he would never know about.

I closed my eyes.

I remembered my grandfather's promise. The head of the Carlisle Foundation. The most powerful man in Manhattan.

I had made him a vow when I was eighteen: I would return one day.

And I would take my rightful place as the sole heir to the Carlisle legacy.

That day had come.

One month later, I stepped out of the manor.

The wound had healed.

I wore a sharp crimson blazer. Red lipstick. Designer sunglasses.

I was no longer Gabriella Blair—the abandoned wife, the charity case, the backwoods hick.

I was Gabriella Carlisle.

The woman with an empire.

And I was going to show them exactly what they had thrown away.

I walked into the Nunez Group headquarters.

Damian was there. Hayleigh was beside him.

Her arm was looped through his.

She looked at me—and smiled.

"Blair, long time no see!" she cooed.

I ignored her.

Damian's gaze swept over me—and then, over the luxury sedan waiting at the curb.

He laughed—a cold, mocking sound.

"You've got quite the life, Blair," he said. "Took a bullet to the side, and you're still up and walking around like nothing happened. You're lucky to be alive."

"Sorry for not dying and disappointing you," I said flatly. "I'm just here to collect my things from my office."

He stared at me, his eyes dark and bloodthirsty.

"No wonder you walked away with nothing in the divorce, Gabriella. You already had your next sugar daddy lined up, didn't you? You're absolutely shameless."

I looked at him.

He had no idea.

He had no idea who I was.

He had no idea about the empire I was about to inherit.

I stepped closer.

"You cheated on your wife while you were still married, Mr. Nunez," I said. "What right do you have to call me shameless?"

I walked past him.

I didn't look back.

The woman who left with nothing is coming back with everything.

And the man who threw her away? He has no idea what's about to hit him. 👑🔥
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