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Rita Devilroke loved Leandro Riquel with everything she had. He swore to give her the world, but when love wasn't enough, he left. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone. Three years later, he returns as a billionaire, ruthless and untouchable. Rita, still clawing her way through life, refuses to be a chapter in his redemption story. But Leandro didn't come back to apologize, he came back to claim her. This time, she's the one with the power to break him
"There is no way in hell I am doing this. Not again, Leonardo."
Rita's voice dripped with anger, sharp and unwavering. Her hands clenched into fists by her sides, nails digging into her palms as she glared at the man sitting behind the massive oak desk. Everything about this room was a testament to his wealth-the sleek black leather chairs, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.
Leonardo chuckled, leaning back in his chair with an infuriating smirk. His dark brown eyes gleamed with amusement, as if her resistance was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
"Bebé, todavía vamos a hacer esto otra vez. No importa lo que digas." (Baby, we are still going to do this again. No matter what you say.)
Rita's lips curled in disgust. "Leonardo, I already told you. I am not interested."
"And you think I care? You think that bothers me?"
She exhaled sharply, her heart hammering against her ribcage. This wasn't the man she had married. Or maybe he was, and she had just been too blinded by love to see the real him. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Leave me the fuck alone, Leonardo. I don't want this. I don't want to be with you again."
"Why?"
She let out a bitter chuckle, crossing her arms. "Is that a question? Like, is that seriously a question?"
"Yes, it is." His tone was steady, unwavering, as if he genuinely believed he had done nothing wrong. "I left for our future."
She took a step closer, fire burning in her eyes. "You left because you were selfish. You motherfucker." Her voice cracked with rage, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "I gave everything up for you. I stood with you when no one did. I believed in you when you had nothing, Leonardo. And now you've returned after three years, dripping in wealth, and you think that means we have a chance together?" She shook her head, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Go to hell, Leonardo."
She grabbed her bag, turning sharply toward the door, but before she could reach the handle, his voice cut through the room like a blade.
"The moment you walk out that door, I will make sure no one in the entire state employs you. Leave if you want to."
The threat stopped her cold. She stiffened, the weight of his words pressing against her spine. Slowly, she turned around, her expression unreadable. "Excuse me?"
He remained seated, fingers steepled together as he studied her. "You heard what I said." His voice was calm, controlled, dangerous. "It's either you stay, we talk this through, and you sign that contract-or you face the consequences."
She let out a hollow laugh. "So it's come down to threats now? Money has changed you that much?"
Leonardo's gaze darkened, his smirk fading slightly.
"Bebé, esto no es sobre dinero. Es sobre anhelo. Es sobre amor. Es sobre deseo." (Baby, this isn't about money. It's about longing. It's about love. It's about desire.)
Rita scoffed, shaking her head. "Cut the bullshit, Leonardo. You know nothing-nothing-about love." She jabbed a finger at him, her body trembling with fury. "You selfish, egotistical jerk."
His lips twitched, as if her insult amused him. She hated that look, hated how he could remain so composed while she was falling apart inside.
The memory of their past came rushing back, unbidden. The small apartment they had shared, the sleepless nights spent whispering dreams of a better future, the way he used to hold her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
But all of that had been a lie.
A slow, dangerous smile played on his lips, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of another word. Instead, she snatched the contract from his desk, ripped it in half, and hurled the pieces in his face.
"You know what? Fuck you. Fuck your money. Fuck your company. And fuck this stupid contract."
She turned on her heel, storming out of the office, slamming the door so hard the walls trembled.
Silence filled the room.
Leonardo remained in his chair, unmoving. He reached out, picking up a torn piece of the contract, running his fingers over the paper. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with something dark, something dangerous.
"Serás mía otra vez, Rita." (You'll be mine again, Rita.) "Te lo prometo." (I promise you.)
And he never broke a promise.
In a world where power is currency and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Ramona never expected to become a pawn in a deadly game between supernatural forces. After being captured by Killian, a ruthless Mafia King and Alpha Werewolf, she is thrust into a dangerous realm where dominance rules and secrets can kill. She wants revenge for her father's murder-but when the truth starts unraveling, she realizes nothing is as it seems. In this world of wolves, witches, and war, power is never freely given. It's taken. And the cost? Everything.
Caroline Alexander had finally escaped her abusive billionaire husband-only to watch him marry her own cousin. Betrayed, broken, and penniless, she vowed revenge. But before she could act, a bullet ended her life. Or so she thought. In the afterlife, the gods offer her a deal: thirty days back in the world of the living. But not as herself. Caroline wakes up in the body of a wealthy heiress-one who has spent the last twenty years in a coma, surrounded by enemies who want her dead. With only a month to settle two scores-her own and the heiress'-Caroline must navigate a web of deception, power, and deadly secrets. But as the clock ticks down, one question remains: Can she get her revenge before her borrowed time runs out?
Seven years ago, Layla ruled. The Queen Bee of university life, she toyed with hearts-until Roman. He was supposed to be just another conquest, the quiet engineering student who didn't care about her games. But when she made him fall, she never expected to fall harder. Then everything shattered. Layla left him broken, and just days later, his little sister died alone. Now, Roman is no longer the bookish boy she knew-he's a ruthless billionaire, powerful, untouchable... and out for revenge. When Layla, drowning in debt and desperation, seeks his help, he offers her a deal: five years as his. His to command. His to break. She refuses. Roman smirks. Then you're not desperate enough yet. But when she has no other choice, Layla signs away her freedom, stepping into a game of obsession, pain, and something far more dangerous-old desires that refuse to die. He swore he'd ruin her. She swore she'd never love him again. But the past has secrets, and when they surface, neither will ever be the same. In a battle of love and vengeance, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all.
Rocco Montenegro is Spain's most feared mafia lord-ruthless, untouchable, and merciless. The boy who once knew warmth and friendship died alongside his mother's screams, leaving only a man built from shadows and vengeance. He trusts no one. He loves no one. Sienna Wilson has spent her life searching for answers. Her mother left home one evening and never returned, leaving her trapped in the child care system, alone and forgotten. The only piece of her past that remains is a hazy memory of Rocco, the boy who once made her laugh-the only person who ever felt like home. When fate brings her into Rocco's world again-as his personal chef-she expects to find her childhood friend. Instead, she meets a man who is cold, cruel, and terrifying. A man who insults her, tests her, and pushes her to the edge. But despite his arrogance, despite his lethal reputation, she refuses to be afraid. She doesn't know the truth. She doesn't know that Rocco's father is the reason her mother never came home. And Rocco? He swore never to let her get close. But the past has a way of creeping in, and the more she fights him, the more he remembers. She was never meant to be in his world. He was never meant to want her. But some destinies cannot be rewritten-no matter how deadly the cost.
I once believed I understood love, passion, and longing, until I met him. He turned my world on its axis, making me the object of his obsession while he became the embodiment of my deepest transgression. I became his devoted lover; he became my salvation. He commanded me with unyielding intensity, and I, in turn, surrendered completely to his will.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"