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The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback

The night that was supposed to be the peak of my life became the night I lost everything. My step-sister Rose stole my achievements. My fiancé chose her over me. My father handed over the company I built with my own hands… to her. And when I finally walked away, broken and exhausted, Karl followed me home—drunk, furious, and ready to destroy what little I had left. One blow to the head was all it took to end Jenna Harvour. At least, that’s what the world was meant to believe. I didn’t die. I woke up drugged, half-conscious, and listening to people decide how to “dispose” of me. I heard Rose’s voice ordering my death to be written off as suicide. I heard doctors bargaining over my body. And when I was finally strong enough to open my eyes, I was greeted by a stranger’s face and a new name forced onto me: Jenna Lorance. They buried my old identity. They held a funeral with my name on it. And I was expected to disappear quietly into this new life they created. But the world doesn’t get rid of me that easily. My unexpected lifeline comes in the form of Damian Black—the heir to the largest mafia syndicate and the last person I ever thought would notice me. He shouldn’t care about a woman like me… yet he’s the only one who looks at me as if he can sense the truth beneath my new skin. Revenge is easy. Escaping him is not. Because once a man like Damian decides you’re his, he doesn’t let go—not even if the whole world believes you’re already dead. _________ Re-upload because I needed to fix first 6 chapters [Warning: Mature Context, R18+]
Holy_mackrel · 29.2k Views

BRANDTONGUE

NOVEL TITLE: BRANDTONGUE --- In a world where betrayal is a physical taste, one man must devour the sins of others to remember his own. The skies are bruised. The sun is a blind, white eye. In the wound-scarred realm of Midland, people don’t dream—they have Echoes, fragments of others' trauma that replay in their sleep. Here, sin doesn’t just mark the soul—it warps the flesh. Those who commit acts of profound, intimate betrayal risk becoming Apostles: monsters shaped by their own treachery, doomed to reenact their crimes for eternity. Cassian is a hollow man. His tongue is a ruined lump of scar tissue, branded during the Feast of Coherence—an event where his closest comrades weren't just killed, but unwritten. Their trust, their memories, their love were harvested as cosmic art by the Godhand, beings of pure emotion who feed on humanity’s capacity for treachery. Now, Cassian is cursed. His branded tongue leaks memory and attracts horrors. But it also lets him taste the stories of other betrayers. To survive, he hunts Apostles, consuming their tainted memories as fuel for his own broken body. He is not a hero. He is an addict, feeding on the very poison that ruined him. Gareth, the luminous, cruel architect of the Feast, watches from the shadows. To him, Cassian is not a victim—he is a masterpiece in progress, a walking tragedy whose suffering only deepens the beauty of his grand design. Accompanied only by a Glimmer—a shard of stolen hope that weeps like a dying star—Cassian journeys across a dying land. He will walk through fortresses of psychic stillness, galleries of frozen suffering, and into the heart of the world’s oldest wound. Not for revenge. Not for redemption. But to find the reason he sold out everyone he ever loved—and to decide whether the truth is worth swallowing, or if some lies are better left to rot. --- BRANDTONGUE is a dark fantasy epic for readers who found Berserk poetic but wanted the horror more intimate, the pain more psychological, and the tragedy more irredeemable. It’s a story about the addiction to suffering, the architecture of betrayal, and the brutal truth that sometimes, remembering is worse than dying. For fans of: · The visceral, psychological horror of Clayton Snyder’s River of Thieves or Michael Fletcher’s Beyond Redemption · The tragic, character-driven ruin of Anna Smith Spark’s Empires of Dust · The cosmic, intimate dread of Gareth Hanrahan’s The Gutter Prayer · The unflinching grimness of R. Scott Bakker’s The Second Apocalypse Content Warning: Graphic body horror, psychological trauma, existential dread, intense violence, and explorations of betrayal, addiction, and moral decay. This is not a story about hope. It is a story about what happens when hope becomes the sharpest weapon.
nightwriter · 2.6k Views

Sold To Mafia Don

Isabella Martinez’s life shatters in one night. Dragged from her waitress job by loan sharks, she’s thrown onto an auction stage and sold like property to pay her father’s five-million-dollar gambling debt. Terrified and powerless, she watches as wealthy men bid on her future until HE walks in. Dante Moretti. The most dangerous man in New York. A billionaire mafia don who built a twelve-billion-dollar empire on blood and fear. When his cold grey eyes lock on hers, everything changes. He bids ten million dollars without hesitation, buying her in front of everyone. Bella expects horror. Expects to become his slave, his toy, his victim. Instead, she discovers something far more dangerous: Dante Moretti has a code. He protects women and children. He kills traitors without mercy but honors loyalty above all. And despite his brutality, despite the violence she witnesses, despite every reason she should run she’s falling for the devil who bought her. But loving a mafia king comes with deadly consequences. The Russian mob wants revenge. A traitor within Dante’s own family wants him dead. And Bella now seen as his greatest weakness becomes the target of every enemy he’s ever made. Forced to choose between the innocent girl she was and the warrior she needs to become, Bella must learn to fight, to kill, and to embrace the darkness. Because in Dante’s world, there are only two options: become the mafia queen who stands beside him… Or die. From sold at auction to ruling an empire. From victim to queen. From captive to the most dangerous woman in the underworld. This is the story of a girl who was bought for five million dollars and became worth five billion. Welcome to the mafia. Welcome to love. Welcome to war.
Bestbabe · 5k Views