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1After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the Empire“You want a divorce?” my husband laughed. “Bring Anthony here and make him tell me.” Three days earlier, he had left our ten-year-old son alone in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress. “Find a cab,” he’d told him. “If you can’t get to school alone, you’re not ready to inherit this family.” Now he was demanding that I bring Anthony to his gala. “I’m announcing him as my heir.” He still thought Anthony was sulking over a missed exam. I looked down at our son’s ashes, numb with grief and too exhausted to cry. “I’ll bring him,” I said.

2The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to OlympusI hid my identity as Aphrodite, goddess of love, to spend three years as a fisherman’s wife. Then I became pregnant—and he announced he was marrying a princess. “She’s a princess. What are you?” Adrian asked. “A fishing village woman?” That evening, he brought my favorite pastries. “Eat. The baby’s hungry too.” I took a bite. Then he told me the princess might be pregnant. “Her child has to be my firstborn.” Pain twisted through my belly. I looked down at the half-eaten pastry. “Adrian… what did you put in this?”

3After I Stopped Crying, Mom Went Mad With RegretMom said I was born a bad child because I cried too loudly. My twin sister, Grace, never cried. That made her an angel. When she was hungry, Mom fed her before she had to ask. When I said something hurt, Mom told me to stop seeking attention. Every time I cried, I had to write “I’m a bad girl” a thousand times. On Christmas Eve, Grace was going to play an angel in the church pageant. I was curled up on the floor, barely able to breathe through the pain in my stomach. “You’re faking sick just to ruin your sister’s performance?” Mom took Grace’s hand and locked me inside. I tried to be quiet. But something was wrong. This hurt more than being hungry. More than anything I had ever felt.

4My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival DonThe night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.

5Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia DonThe masked man who dragged me into a mafia Don’s bed laughed when I begged him to let me go. “Please. I have a fiancé.” “Then forget him.” His voice sounded familiar. Afterward, he caught me trying to throw my fiancé’s necklace into the sea. He opened the pendant. Inside was a childhood photograph. His own. The man who had handed me over to another man was the one who’d promised to marry me.

6He Trained on Me for His Mafia PrincessDante Marcelli taught me pain, obedience, and how to please him. For three years, he made me believe it was love. Then I heard him tell his right-hand man the truth. "Ava was practice. Isabella will get the finished man." So that was all I had been. A lesson. A test. A quiet woman he trained before he married a real mafia princess. I did not cry. I did not ask for an answer. I took off his bracelet, joined an emergency field team, and vanished from New York. Dante never knew Ava Lane was only a name I used to hide. My real name was Aviana Moretti. The lost heir of the Moretti family. The Ghost Surgeon. The woman the underworld called when a bullet had already reached the heart. When I returned to New York, I was no longer the Ava who waited for him. I was Aviana Moretti.

7Reborn, I Became His RegretIn her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.

8Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha BrotherFor six months, I sat beside my comatose fiancé’s bed while everyone praised me as the perfect future mate. They did not know that every time his older brother, Alpha Lucas, walked past me, my wolf woke with a hunger I could barely hide. Then I found a hidden folder in Lucas’s study. It was filled with videos of me. Before I could close it, the door locked behind me. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” Lucas said.

9They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My Body“Mom, I’m really going to die. Please believe me this once.” She was silent for two seconds. “Since you hate coming back to this family so much, then don’t come back again.” That night, while the fake heiress celebrated her engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic. I begged my parents to call the police. My fiancé called only to warn me, then blocked my number. Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save an unidentified burn victim. In the end, she was the one who pulled the white sheet over my face. She never recognized her own daughter beneath it.