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My 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.Reborn, 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.Stop Pleasing Him, Marry His RivalAfter the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years. He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried." He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him. So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of. "Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"Claimed 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.My Husband Left Me to Die for the Woman in My Wedding Dress“Donovan—take me to the hospital. My water broke.” I was seven months pregnant, bleeding on the floor while his secretary stood beside him in my wedding dress. “She’s faking it,” Chloe said softly. Donovan looked at me with disgust. “Stop ruining Christmas.” Then he kicked my phone away and left me locked in the bathroom to die.Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers“Don’t touch me…” The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there. “Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.” Strong hands pin my wrists above my head. “Quiet.” A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark. It feels too real. Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it. I force my eyes open inside the dream. The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops. Caden and Eric. My twin alpha stepbrothers.No Longer the Don’s WifeFor the first half of Isabella Moretti's life, she gave up her inheritance and spent twelve years as Dominic Valenti's wife. She left the family council, cared for her husband and son, remembered every capo's limits, supported the families of fallen soldiers, and covered Dominic's mistakes. She used the skills that once controlled an empire to hold one home together. On their twelfth wedding anniversary, Isabella learned that Dominic's finance director was pregnant with his child. He cried and said he was sorry, but he could not give up the woman who claimed she wanted nothing from him. At the Valenti anniversary dinner, his mistress wore a brooch left by Isabella's mother, took Isabella's seat, and waited for Dominic to protect her. Dominic knew exactly what Helena was doing, but he still told his wife to apologize. That was when Isabella understood the truth. She had not spent twelve years protecting a family. She had spent twelve years protecting a man who believed her sacrifice was his right. She removed her wedding ring and put the Moretti signet back on her hand. From that night on, she was no longer the Don's wife.