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When my father died, I needed my fiancé, Julian, more than ever. Instead, he left me at the hospital to rescue his friend's widow from a panic attack. That was the moment my heart stopped breaking and simply turned to ice. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just quietly began dismantling our shared life. I sold my shares in our firm, packed my bags, and bought a one-way ticket to London. Julian thinks my silence means I'm healing. He has no idea it's the sound of me leaving him forever.

The flight was delayed, and it was late by the time I finally returned to the States from my training abroad. I tried calling my husband to pick me up, but all my attempts went unanswered. Frustrated, I ended up taking a cab. On the way, I stumbled across a Facebook post from one of his so-called "close friends." The photo showed my husband, Ignacio, kneeling and holding her foot. She was wearing a loose, sheer blouse, her bare shoulder exposed, with a conspicuous love bite on her neck. The caption said, "Only a true friend is always there for you." I commented, "If you like him so much, why not keep him close?" Moments after posting the comment, Ignacio called me, furious. "Elina, have you lost your mind? Delete that comment right now! Rhea Scott is just a single woman, and your nonsense will make everyone misunderstand." "You know she sprained her ankle! I was just helping her out.

Three years ago, I made Lorenzo Greco an Underboss when I married him. Last night, I caught him slipping our family's diamond crown onto another woman's neck — a woman thirty-two weeks pregnant with the child I was told I could never have. He thought a Mafia princess wouldn't notice the wires he'd cut, the transfers he'd buried, or the daily poison in her morning espresso. But Salvatore women don't divorce traitors. We bury them. As Lorenzo's financial empire collapses and his secret mistress uncovers the dark truth of her own bloodline, the powerful heir my father intended for me to marry returns to claim my side. Lorenzo wanted a son; I'm giving him a funeral.

In the cutthroat business jungle of the city, Alexander reigns as a wild wolf—arrogant, untouchable, and feared by all. When Chloe first crosses his path, he casually shatters a champagne glass over a predatory producer’s head; when she offers a polite thank-you, he fixes her with dark, lazy eyes and murmurs, “You don’t recognize me?” Rumors ignite overnight: the invincible media tycoon is keeping an obscure, scandal-tainted actress at his side—a woman the public loves to hate for supposedly destroying a marriage. Netizens sneer at her “luck,” certain she’s nothing more than a cheap stand-in for his legendary lost love. Chloe doesn’t care. To her, it’s strictly business: take the money, count the days, and walk away clean. That is, until she stumbles into the locked art studio on his estate. Every wall is covered in hundreds of portraits—smiling, frowning, glowing—all of her, drawn when she was just a girl. Before she can process the shock, familiar, heavy footsteps echo behind her. Chloe turns—and slaps the powerful man across the face. Alexander doesn’t rage. He only lets out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze locking onto the obsession he’s never truly let go.

When a clinic fire trapped me and my husband’s patient, I bled on the floor, begging for help. But Julian, a brilliant surgeon, only looked at her. 'I can't let Elise's heart stop again,' he panicked, carrying the woman who received his dead first love's heart to safety. He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know his choice killed our baby. Now, I have exactly seven days before my secret flight to Geneva. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. He has no idea I'm already gone.

For four years, Sloane Mercer was the ghost-chef behind Julian Vance’s Michelin-starred empire and the woman warming his bed. But when Julian gifts the Executive Chef title of their new flagship to a glamorous food influencer—using Sloane's exact tasting menu—he expects her to quietly stay on the prep line. Instead of screaming, Sloane packs her custom knives. With a secret contract in Japan waiting and a countdown to opening night ticking, she's about to let him face the food critics alone.