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I scrambled to my feet, my heart racing, and pulled out the second knife hidden along my strap. Turning to Silvio, I held the blade up, pointing it directly at him, my hand unwavering. "Stay back," I warned, my voice low but firm. "One more step, and I swear I'll end you."

Silvio raised his hands slightly, his eyes narrowing as he watched me. "You've got some fight in you," he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I didn't expect that."

"Don't push your luck," I snapped, tightening my grip on the knife. "I'm not afraid to use this."

"I love this," he whispered into my ear, his lips grazing the shell of it, sending shivers down my spine. "Your body, Martina. And I would love to have you on my bed tonight."

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Martina Moretti lived a life that was never supposed to be a high-stakes gamble in the world of crime and power. Taking her sister's place in an arranged marriage to the feared Silvio Argento, Martina stepped into a deadly game where love could be her greatest weapon or her ultimate downfall. As the web of betrayal unfolded and secrets came to the surface, Martina and Silvio would have to brave the treacherous waters of loyalty and ambition. Will they be able to trust each other long enough to make it through, or will their enemies finally succeed in tearing them apart?

⚠️⚠️18+ ONLY
This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, blood, death, and scenes involving gun violence. It also explores themes of forbidden romance and morally complex relationships.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for mature audiences only (18+).

Emma Carter, thinking she had her future figured out, decided to propose to her boyfriend, Ryan but was humiliated and heartbroken when she caught him in the arms of another woman. While running away from the scene of betrayal, she ran into a handsome man named Liam Stone whom she never knew was her ex’s powerful billionaire boss. She boldly slips the engagement ring onto his finger, but to her greatest surprise, Liam played along and even offered her an irresistible deal: keep up the charade, and I’ll give Ryan a taste of his own medicine.
What started as a game of revenge soon feels dangerously real but just as Emma begins to believe in love again, Ryan surfaces with a shocking threat that could destroy everything.
As secrets unravel and dangerous obsessions come to light, Emma and Liam must decide—are they willing to fight for each other, or was this romance always destined to be a lie?

“Are you sure, Luci?” Roman’s voice was low, almost rough.
My breath caught. Every instinct told me to stop… but the way he looked at me made it impossible. “I want you, Roman.”
His jaw tightened. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then show me.”
For a moment he just stared at me, like he was fighting himself. Then he pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine in a slow, dangerous kiss.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he whispered.
I shook my head.
And when his arms closed around me, his touch sent heat through me, I realized something terrifying...
I wasn’t afraid of Roman Orlov anymore.
I was falling for him.


Luciana Moretti was meant to marry Adrian Orlov, the only man who ever made her feel safe in a ruthless mafia world.
Then Adrian died.
To protect their powerful alliance, Luciana is forced to marry Adrian’s younger brother instead—the cold, dangerous Roman Orlov.
Roman was never meant to be her husband.
But the way his dark eyes follow her.. makes it impossible to ignore the fire growing between them.
Just when Luciana begins to fall for the man she once feared, a shocking truth surfaces:
Roman might be the one responsible for Adrian’s death.
Now Luciana must decide— Trust the man who sets her heart on fire… or expose the one who may have destroyed her world.

Ayesha Wilson, a 19-year-old Harvard scholar on a full ride, never expected her life to spiral into a storm of power, secrets, and forbidden love. Her father works for Aberama Kane, a ruthless billionaire whose son, Daniel Kane, once tried to bully her out of Harvard.

But when Daniel discovers Ayesha is about to marry his much older uncle, he storms into her life, determined to stop her. What he doesn’t know is why she’s marrying him — and Ayesha has no intention of telling. She’s already sacrificed enough.

As Daniel digs for the truth, anger turns into obsession, and saving her becomes something far more dangerous. But if he manages to stop the wedding… will he let her go — or claim her for himself?

My father’s death leaves behind more than grief.
It leaves behind a debt that destroys my life.
A mysterious letter drags me to Las Vegas, straight into the empire of Adriano De Costa — the Don of the Corrupted Royals crime Famiglia. Our first meeting is not mercy, but a sentence.
Death… or servitude.
I choose to live.
To repay my father’s debt, I become his maid, scrubbing bloodstained floors in a mansion ruled by fear. Adriano performs a blood-bound ritual to “welcome” me into his world, branding me as part of his family while I remain nothing more than a maid in his house.
Yet he is dangerously handsome.
And the way he looks at me makes my heart forget who he really is.
One night, everything changes.
I give him the one thing I can never take back — my innocence.
Days later, I learn the truth.
He is engaged.
My heart shatters into silence. I realize I was never meant to be more than a mistake.
Until another truth is revealed.
The blood ritual Adriano performed was not symbolic.
In his world, it was a real marriage.
Without vows.
Without love.
Without my consent.
From maid, I became his bride.
Now I am trapped in a marriage born of secrets and betrayal, bound to the man who broke my heart and owns my future. In Adriano’s world, love is dangerous, loyalty is law, and marriage is power.
And I must decide whether I will escape his darkness…
or become its queen.

A substitute, huh?

She met him out of luck, and out of the blue, he proposed something to her that she couldn't possibly refuse.

To become his wife.

But unknown to her, she was just a substitute to him, all because she resembled his beloved ex.

And when his ex returned, she was something he could easily discard.

Heartbroken, betrayed, and called a golddigger, she left with her little brother and her mother, who was recovering from a dangerous illness.

Only to return 7 years later as a completely different person with pride.

What happens when they cross paths with each other? Especially when he saw a young child beside her who looked just like his childhood pictures? But most especially, what would happen when he discovered just how much he was hated by the child, since his mother had filled his mind with something beyond saying.

(Book 1) Rebecca is young and innocent when Noah Jones moved in next door. Wise and worldly, he never would have thought he would be drawn to such a shy, fumbling girl.
However, from the moment that he failed to rescue Rebecca's welcome pie, he couldn't put her out of his mind.
But there was no way that he could introduce her to what most would consider a depraved lifestyle. On the same note, he couldn't keep himself away from her.
Rebecca is wildly attracted to Noah, more so than she had been to anyone before. He makes her feel things that, even at 19, she couldn't understand. But she wanted to find out with him.
But what would people think about a young woman such as herself getting caught up in all Noah's luscious debauchery? And should she care?
It only got worse when her strict, uptight parents started pushing her into the arms of the one man in town that almost made her physically sick. Keith is not the kind of man that Rebecca wanted to be tied to, much less be alone with.
However, when Rebecca's secret love for Noah comes out in the open. She is forced away from everything and everyone that she knew.

"Tell me to stop." His mouth grazed her throat, unhurried, deliberate. "Say it, and I'll let you walk out of here alive."

Elena didn't say it.

She was sent to Chicago to destroy Luca Moretti, the Devil King who rebuilt his empire on blood and grief and the ghost of a dead wife. She was trained for this. Weaponized for this. She knows exactly how obsession looks when it wears the mask of devotion.

The problem? She's wearing his dead wife's face.

And the longer she stays inside his penthouse, his bed, his hands, his dangerous, devastating tenderness, the harder it becomes to remember which part of this is the mission and which part is something she's never been allowed to have.

She came here to kill him.

He knows.

He's keeping her anyway.

And somewhere in Viktor's buried files is a secret that won't just shatter their future, it will rewrite everything Elena believes she survived

Bryan and I had been together for a year.

He was gentle, thoughtful. I had no reason not to trust him.

Until the night the typhoon hit.

He called. He said he, his mother, and his brother's family were outside my door, soaking wet. They just needed somewhere to stay for the night.

I walked to the door.

My hand reached for the doorknob.

That's when I saw her in the hallway mirror.

My future self.

Covered in blood. Clothes shredded.

She was screaming at me. "Don't open the door! They'll kill you!"

When the devil gets attracted to one particular woman he will do anything to make her his, he won't stop until he's claimed her. The devil always gets what he wants even if it means killing everyone on his path.
What happens when Lucifer leaves his throne to earth just for a particular woman named Skylar Green?
What will happen when Skyler meets Lucas thinking he's human?
What will happen when she finds out that Lucas is actually the real Lucifer from hell in disguise? Will she accept him or be scared of him?
How would Lucifer make her fall for him, and convince her to go with him?

This book contains, extreme mature scenes, curse words, gore's, blood, if not comfortable please skip.

When the devil gets attracted to one particular Woman he would do anything to make her his, he won't stop until he's claimed her.

The devil always gets what he wants even if it means killing everyone on his path.

What happens when Lucifer leaves his throne to earth just for a particular Woman named Skylar Green?

What will happen when Skyler meets Lucas thinking he's human?

What will happen when she finds out that Lucas was actually the real Lucifer from hell in disguise ?

Will she accept him or be scared of him ?

How would Lucifer make her fall for him, and convince her to go to hell with him ?

What happens when she becomes pregnant?

"How dare you do this to me, so because somebody paid you to rape an innocent woman, you went ahead with it. Where is your dignity? How dare you do this to me? I am going to call the police and have you arrested. I know you are a male prostitute, but how could you accept to do this" I cried while hitting him over again, while he looked so confused.
He frustratedly flung my hands away from him just as I was about to hit and turned us over and he was now on top of me.
"Me, a male prostitute?" He asked and I nodded while trying to break free from his strong ass grip.
"How dare you call me a prostitute. Do you know who I am?" He asked angrily.
"Of course, I know who you are, you are a shameless male prostitute who robbed a woman of her innocence. And do you feel insulted by the term male prostitute? Oh sorry let me correct myself, I mean gigolo" I said with tears dripping down my eyes, even after all the fights I had put up, I still let those bastards win.
"Dont you ever call me that again in your life, and I did not rape you." He started with an angry look etched on his face.
"How dare you say that!" I shouted."
"Hehe" he laughed angrily.


Eliza Greene’s life turned upside down when the bride of Billionaire heartthrob Ryan Blaqk eloped on their wedding day, leaving her an innocent journalist to cover up for her and she is forced to marry Ryan in her place. It’s a contract marriage, his prestige and pride intact, for the retrieval of the stolen property of her late parents.
How will she cope with the sudden changes in her life? And how will the two of them get along?

Evangeline’s father secretly borrowed money from the Alpha’s underground empire. When he disappears, the debt falls on her. The Alpha offers a way out: marry him, or suffer the consequences.

Dominic Vaughan, a man whose world is shrouded in mystery and darkness, dealing with the dangerous side of the world finds the little kitten who was abandoned cute so he decided to play with her for a while. But she turned out to be his mate. One who he has been searching for all this while?

Every night begins the same way.

Candlelight. Steam curling over marble baths. Her body trapped between silk sheets and a man who owns her life. Matteo Russo’s hands are ruthless, possessive—claiming, testing, reminding her who holds the power. Desire burns sharp and dangerous, turning hatred into something filthy and irresistible.

Lila Moreno was kidnapped to pay her father’s $3 million betrayal.
A Palermo nightclub dancer dragged into a forced marriage with Sicily’s most feared mafia don.

She swore she’d kill him.

By day, she plots. Steals secrets. Turns allies against each other. Seduces rivals just to watch them fall. By night, their war turns physical—control versus defiance, rage colliding with need. Every touch is a challenge. Every kiss tastes like violence and surrender all at once.

Then the explosions start.

Bombs ticking down. Enemies closing in. Bodies pressed together while death waits outside the door. Passion becomes reckless. Addictive. Impossible to stop.

The truth shatters everything—her father once saved Matteo’s life. A rival family plans his execution. And Lila is carrying his twins.

When Matteo falls into a coma, the captive takes the throne.

Lila orders bloodshed. Executes traitors. Rules the empire meant to destroy her.

She was taken as a debt.
She stayed for power.
And now, she owns both the man who broke her…
and the mafia that will burn for her.

“No panties again,” he growled low, fingers sliding through her slick folds. “You’ve been waiting for this.”

Isla’s breath hitched. “Dante—”

“Quiet.” He sank two fingers deep, curling hard. “Look at me while you come undone for the wrong brother.”

Her head fell back; he tightened his grip on her throat just enough.

“Dante… please…”

He replaced his fingers with his cock in one brutal thrust. She cried out, legs wrapping around him as he fucked her against the wall—deep, punishing, possessive.

“Say my name when you come,” he rasped, hips snapping. “Not his. Mine.”

I was sold to the ruthless Don, Dante Romano.
Instead, they married me off to his identical twin, Damian—thinking it would keep me tame.
They were wrong.
Legally I’m Damian’s wife. But every night it’s Dante who slips into my room, who pins me down in the dark, who fucks me slow and filthy until I’m sobbing his name into the pillow.
One brother owns me on paper. The other owns my body, my secrets, my breaking heart.
In a world of blood, betrayal and twisted vows, I’m falling for the monster I was never supposed to touch......

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing.
He saw my face.
That was the end of my normal life.
Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive.
Maybe he was right.
The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head.
That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about.
I came here as a witness.
I stayed as something else entirely.
Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave.
The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him.
I was about to find out.

“F**k me to death if you must, you asshole,” I sobbed.

I felt defeated as I lay beneath the Alpha King’s hardened body. He was pressed heavily against me. Tears stained my features and he stared around my face, curiously. He had paused for a long moment, breathless and trembling.

Just moments ago, he was ripping my custom-made wedding gown off my thin body and shredding it to pieces. I trembled uncontrollably as he pressed me against his bed, kissing every mark of my body and biting me until I bled.

His dark blue gaze had gone wild and at that moment, I truly feared for my life. I feared that the night of my wedding night was going to be the end of my life altogether.

The memory of the day invaded my mind as I kept thinking to myself, “how did I end up here?”


To save her little brother, Hannah was forced to take her stepsister Amy's place in the arranged marriage, marring the cruel Alpha King, Peter. Little did she know, there will be so many dangers await her.

Alpha Peter, the most arrogant, cold and strongest man in werewolf Kingdom, he accept this marriage because he needs to find his mate, as it was foretold. Only his mate can save him from his frantic fury. He has no idea that soon he finds himself falling for this little omega girl.

Celine was forced to take her twin sister's place as the bride. Three months later, Clara returned and Jace filed for a divorce.

Celine discover that she was pregnant with twins, but she hide it from Jace and fled, only to get kidnapped.

Clara took her twin sister's baby and presented him to Jace. .
Do you think Jace will discover the truth?

Find out.

My father’s death leaves behind more than grief.
It leaves behind a debt that destroys my life.
A mysterious letter drags me to Las Vegas, straight into the empire of Adriano De Costa — the Don of the Corrupted Royals crime Famiglia. Our first meeting is not mercy, but a sentence.
Death… or servitude.
I choose to live.
To repay my father’s debt, I become his maid, scrubbing bloodstained floors in a mansion ruled by fear. Adriano performs a blood-bound ritual to “welcome” me into his world, branding me as part of his family while I remain nothing more than a maid in his house.
Yet he is dangerously handsome.
And the way he looks at me makes my heart forget who he really is.
One night, everything changes.
I give him the one thing I can never take back — my innocence.
Days later, I learn the truth.
He is engaged.
My heart shatters into silence. I realize I was never meant to be more than a mistake.
Until another truth is revealed.
The blood ritual Adriano performed was not symbolic.
In his world, it was a real marriage.
Without vows.
Without love.
Without my consent.
From maid, I became his bride.
Now I am trapped in a marriage born of secrets and betrayal, bound to the man who broke my heart and owns my future. In Adriano’s world, love is dangerous, loyalty is law, and marriage is power.
And I must decide whether I will escape his darkness…
or become its queen.

Damon Xander, the heartless, cold-blooded tycoon. He runs this city with everyone in it. His reputation was enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. My brother sold me. Damon owns me now. I was replacing the position of his fiancé, who was having an affair with my brother, as his bride and a marriage contract with him bound me. I was secretly guilty of falling in love with him. When he demanded that I fulfill my promise to give him a son, I learned that he was the wolf pack's Alpha while I was just a human girl. Why did he choose me? Can I run away from this unreasonable werewolf?

“I will call you, and you will come, everytime. If I want you on your knees, you get on your knees. If I want you on the bed, you get on the fucking bed. You belong to me. You are my pet. Mine. You said you would do anything to live? This is what it will cost. I am a very dangerous man with dangerous enemies, and friends. You do what I want and I let you be. You tell me no, and I shatter your jaw. Do you fucking understand me?” He snarls, waving his gun in the air.

I don’t understand but I nod still. “Okay.”

“You have a very skilful mouth. If I catch you fucking around, I’ll make you beg for death. You belong to Nathaniel Bianchi. Don’t ever forget that.” He seethes, and I nod.

“Yes, I belong to you.”

I don’t want to belong to him, but I want to live, and if this is the price to pay, then I will.


Asher witnessed what he shouldn’t have. A murder that shattered his world. Nathaniel Bianchi is a Don on a mission. For over a decade, he has hunted the people responsible for his parents’ deaths, and now that search has led him to Asher Donovan, an innocent chef he is determined to claim and to taint. To survive, Asher agrees to do whatever Nathaniel demands. He doesn’t expect to become Nathaniel’s possession, his pet, but there is no turning back. Boundaries blur, and what begins as control and desire quickly spirals into something deeper, something more dangerous than either of them anticipated.

Both men carry demons, Nathaniel’s are dark and lethal, Asher’s are buried and raw, but they are willing to fight for a chance at each other.

Rachel Green thought she had left her tumultuous past behind. After a bitter divorce from her billionaire husband, Alexander Sterling, she moved to a small town, where she rebuilt her life with her young son, Odegaard—a child Alexander doesn’t know exists. For years, Rachel has lived peacefully, focusing on her son and her career, until fate pulls her back into Alexander’s orbit.

Alexander’s empire is crumbling. His once-thriving marriage to his new wife, Victoria, is on the verge of collapse. Desperate to salvage his failing business, he discovers a shocking secret: Rachel’s new start was funded by a rival CEO, Daniel Kane, Alexander’s sworn enemy.

When Alexander confronts Rachel, his initial anger turns into confusion as buried feelings resurface. He’s determined to win her back, but Rachel is no longer the woman he once knew. Stronger and wiser, she has no intention of being hurt again.

As the sparks between them reignite, Rachel’s secret threatens to unravel everything. Odegaard is Alexander’s son, and Victoria is not willing to let Alexander go without a fight. Meanwhile, Daniel sees Rachel as more than just an ally—he’s fallen for her and is ready to do whatever it takes to keep her by his side.

Duke Damon Nigrescent and his younger sister Daria Nigrescent of the Nigrescent famil, the only aristocratic family that had more powers than all the Monarchs. Not much was known about them and I didn’t want to dig any further either but , there was something pulling me towards this castle. The moment I stepped foot inside I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to get out of there anymore. The Nigrescent family was known for having blue eye and white hair , a physical appearance like that of a creature out of a fantasy book . Duke Damon was incredibly handsome . All my classmates’ eyes were fixated on him, while mine were on Lion, my secret crush without actually realising that the Duke’s attention was on me. He was an annoying stalker that scared the crap out of me when we first met . When it was time to leave , I couldn’t go. Lion was about to confess to me. The moment I had been waiting so much for had finally arrived but before I could make it there , I accidentally ended in the middle of a ritual and unbenounce to everyone, I became Duke Damon’s bride. From that day everything changed completely as all the secrets that had been buried came to life. My ordinary happy life was part of the past , now , I was faced with all kind of dangers , duties , love , heartbreak and….vampires. At first I loathed the idea of being his bride but with each passing day I find myself longing for him, attracted to his muscled strong body and handsome face that made my heart flutter making me confused about my real feelings. We were united because of his curse, but can I let go of this passion in exchange for the freedom I so desperately desire ?

“Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.”

I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.”

His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command.

“No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.”

I hated him.

I hated the way my pussy ached fro his touch.

Most of all, I hated my body for betraying me…for wanting him.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me…do you want my cock or my collar?”

I swallowed hard, “Both.”

Marco smiled…cruel, wicked, knowing. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!”

And I did.


Sold by her mother to a ruthless Italian mafia don, Cassandra’s new life is nothing like the peaceful future she dreamed of.



Forced into marriage with his cold son, Cassandra finds herself caught in a dangerous web of power, secrets, and forbidden desire.



But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.



Just when she thinks she’s learned to navigate the madness, Marco’s son…once distant and disgusted by her—starts falling in love with her too.



Now, torn between a dangerous Don and his possessive son, Cassandra must choose between love, and a twisted form of power she never imagined wielding.


Who will claim her heart—and who will destroy it?

I'm an OB-GYN. On Valentine's Day, I pulled a ring out of a woman's vagina.

It turned out to be my husband's wedding ring.

An hour before, he'd texted me. Said he loved me. Said he was too busy with work to come home.

I wanted a divorce. Needed one. But then I found out—our marriage was never registered.

In his manor, I was nothing. Just a fake wife.

He grabbed me by the throat—right in front of his mistress. Called me "damaged goods." Said I'd spent a year in another man's house.

But that year, I went as a hostage in his place.

I ran. Made it to the cliff's edge, covered in blood. And the man who saved me? The mafia godfather who'd held me captive that whole year.

He looked at me. "Marry me."

I was carrying Don Elijah’s child. But on the exact day I went into labor, the man I loved dragged me to an underground freezer—standing at a deadly minus ten degrees Celsius—and locked the heavy metal door.

The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.

To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.

"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"

He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.

Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.

Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.

"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."

Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

''Well, do you have something to say?''
A strapping, muscular naked man asked me as he sat across from me as I was also sitting there naked, half-submerged in this large tub of water.
''Don't worry, I won't bite you, baby...''
He said as he moved closer to me, pulling me into his lap and placing me on his leg.
''Wh-what is this, Master?'' I finally asked him as he handed me a small bar.
''I am not your Master,'' he snapped at me in a harsh tone.
''I am your Mate.''

After the death of Alasia's mother five years before, her stepfather used the trust given to her upon her mother's death to support his drinking habits.
Once he was broke and refusing to manage the one low-end job he had, he felt he was left with no other choice. He decided to sell his eldest stepdaughter in the event that he could get enough to move away, and therefore, take her younger brother along with him.
Alasia at the mere age of 16 is sold into slavery into the most fierce werewolf pack, The Crimson Caine, by her overzealous and abusive step-father.
How can she survive under the most ruthless and Alpha?
And what if she finds out she's his MATE?

Thinking she had finally broken free from her family’s violence, Ariana had no choice but to attend the party her father would throw to celebrate the man she had always hated.
The ruthless mafia lord Matteo Donatelli, whom her family had taken under their wing when she was a teenager.

Drunk and clouded Don Matteo Donatelli unknowingly made love to his adopted sister, she couldn't resist him for much longer and succumbed to his devious touch.

Moments later Ariana is Trying to hold back all the anger, emotions and tears when she sees the man who just stole her virginity, recklessly propose in front of the entire family to his outsider American girlfriend Becky Saunders.

So what about her?

What happens when the man she’s suddenly engaged to find out she is pregnant with his enemy’s bastard child?

But things turn surprising when Becky Sunders suddenly slumps on her wedding day!
Read on to find out!

"Your boss has asked me to take whatever I want to clear his debts. So I've chosen. And he was glad to give you to me, among other things."
"Get dressed," he ordered. Only then did I find the courage to speak.
"I have nothing to do with this. I can't be involved. I'm not the one owing you money. Ludovic..."
"Ludovic is dead."
"And you'll be careful not to end up the same way, doll. Get dressed, or I will make you."
Talia has spent her entire life as an escort to survive. But everything changes when she is kidnapped for reasons she doesn't understand and brought face to face with Lorenzo, the feared Mafia Don and King of the underworld. Intrigued by her, he claims her as his prized possession. She plays along, knowing it's the only way to stay alive. But resisting her dangerous attraction to him is becoming impossible.
An offer comes that she can't refuse—she's asked to spy on Lorenzo and end his reign. Talia yearns for freedom, but the more time she spends with him, the more her heart falters.
When the moment arrives, will she have the strength to betray him? Or will deeper feelings get in the way? Will she become his lover, or the reason for his destruction?

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

"In my past life, terrified of the fate that awaited me in a mafia family, I hastily married my childhood sweetheart, Henry.
But five years into the marriage, I was caged like an animal by my husband and his mistress. My final memory before death was being forced to watch them fuck right in front of me.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn. I was back at the very moment the engagement was being announced.
Henry gazed at me tenderly. 'Marry me,' he asked.
Suddenly, the young Mafia Don pulled me back against his chest. He leveled his gun straight at Henry and answered for me:
'She refuses.'"

The year I loved Edward the most, I was envied by everyone in Copper Valley.
They called me the priceless treasure in the palms of my father and my husband.
I was the most precious pregnant woman in the whole Copper Valley.
But before Christmas, when I went to give my husband a surprise, I saw him kissing the cheek of Angela, the daughter of my father's lover.
His friends praised his high-handed means, athat he could actually persuade me to have a fake marriage with him.
"Fake marriage?" I frowned.
Edward told them, "Lucy has everything. Angela has been a bastard for more than twenty years. I should compensate."
I left the club in despair and then replied to the mysterious text message on my phone.
[I can accept you as the nominal father of my child.]

She thought she was happily married - until she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer.
Then came the truth: her "devoted" husband Lucien had been poisoning her for years, all to avenge a dead lover.
On her deathbed, Calliope made a vow:
If life gave her one more chance, she'd rewrite every ending-starting with his.
Now reborn seven years earlier, she tears off the wedding dress and walks away from Lucien's lies.
To protect her family and reclaim her stolen legacy, Calliope proposes a marriage of convenience to Conrad: a cold, enigmatic firefighter with more power-and more secrets-than anyone realizes.
But Lucien is also reborn. And just as cruel.
But this time, she's not the naïve bride.
She's a tech genius. A business queen. A woman with nothing to lose.
And Conrad?
He's not just fire and steel-he's the weapon she never knew she needed.
They're not here to survive.
They're here to win.

After discovering her husband Alex's infidelity, Sharon, in a drunken stupor, nearly had a one-night stand with Alex's uncle, Seb.
She chooses to divorce, but Alex deeply regrets his actions and desperately tries to reconcile. At this point, Seb proposes to her, holding a priceless diamond ring, saying, "Marry me, please?"
With her ex-husband's uncle fervently pursuing her, Sharon faces a dilemma. How will she make her choice?
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Amelia Reed thought marriage was supposed to mean love. Instead, her wedding vows bind her to Damian Blackwood, the cold, calculating heir of a billionaire dynasty. For him, their union is nothing more than a strategy: a contract signed in silk and diamonds, where her role is to smile for cameras and warm his bed at night.
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‎But what happens when a woman starving for affection finds it in the one man she should never want? Adrian Blackwood, Damian’s younger brother, offers her the kindness and attention she never knew she craved. His presence is a dangerous comfort, his touch a spark that could burn everything down.
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‎How long can Amelia balance loyalty and desire before the truth shatters her world?
‎What will happen when Damian, powerful, ruthless, and possessive, realizes that his perfect wife may belong to someone else?
‎And in a family built on control and betrayal, can a forbidden love ever survive the weight of shattered vows?

“You can’t do this,” he said, voice cracking. “I have a scholarship. I have a team. If anyone finds out—”
“I’m not here to blow up your life,” I said, holding his stare so he understood I could if I wanted to. “I’m here because the guy on that couch wasn’t pretending. He was real for three minutes.” I didn’t blink. “I want that guy. And I’m not going anywhere until I get him.”

Ethan Drake is the golden boy of college hockey team—the disciplined captain, scholarship star, and future NHL prospect whose smile never slips. Behind the flawless image, though, Ethan is drowning in a secret that could cost him everything: he is gay. The only proof is a drunken kiss last summer with a boy whose face he can’t remember—until the new transfer rookie walks into the locker room with a small, unmistakable scar on his lower lip.

Ares Cole is everything Ethan trained himself to ignore: tattooed, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically out. He was outed in high school, lost his scholarship, and transferred twice before landing here. Now he’s sharing Ethan’s bedroom for the season, and he’s carrying a blurry phone video from that night—one that shows Ethan’s team bag in the background.

Ares has spent a year searching for the boy who kissed him like he meant it. He’s not leaving until Ethan admits the truth.

Trapped between the life he built and the one he wants, Ethan is forced to choose. When Ares announces he’ll quit the team unless Ethan stops hiding, everything explodes in a raw, public confrontation in front of the entire arena. Ethan’s secret spills out—not on his terms, but on the ice where it matters most.

“If anyone’s putting a baby in you, it’s gonna be me, Nolie… with your legs shaking, your lips moaning my name, and my cum dripping down your thighs.” Zorak snarled.
Twelve months ago, Nolie wrapped a cello string around a billionaire heir’s throat and killed him.
To keep it quiet, she was forced to marry the mad son of the Veltrona Syndicate.
Twelve months in hell.
Now her husband’s been killed, and his powerful, twisted family wants her pregnant by his obsessed little brother.
But the man who watched her kill?
The one with golden eyes and a hunger that never left?
He’s back.
Not to save her.
To ruin her.
He wants her mouth on his name.
Her thighs open for his revenge.
Her womb carrying his claim.
Because to him, Nolie isn’t a widow.
She’s his favorite obsession.
And tonight, he’s coming to collect.

My husband, the terrifying Mafia Don, dropped fifteen million dollars on a luxury yacht just to throw a lavish, high-profile birthday celebration for his precious first love.

And today marks exactly seven days since I died of an infection in a Detroit slum, simply because I couldn't scrape together a few cents for antibiotics.

At the banquet, an oblivious guest tactlessly brought up my name.

Alessandro dialed my number for the first time in five years.

"Genevieve, if you've suffered enough, crawl back here and beg Elena for forgiveness."

That is, until the estate doors were violently shoved open.

A scavenger walked in, leading a little boy whose face was an eighty-percent match to Alessandro's.

Rae Meadowlark has spent her whole life in a little cabin in the woods, raised by the grandmother who filled her head with old folklore and impossible warnings. "Never step into a fairy ring. Never trust a silent path. Never give your blood to old places." Rae never thought any of it was real. Then her grandmother dies, leaving Rae alone with the cabin, the forest, and all the strange protective things tucked into the corners of her home. As she clears them away and tries to find herself again, one careless step takes her straight through a fairy ring and into a world she was never meant to see.
A world where Cian of Hollow Hill has been waiting in chains.
A fallen fae prince, brutalised by years of captivity, Cian is the last surviving heir of a court long thought destroyed. His enemies want the hidden roads to his people, and they have spent years spilling his blood to force those ancient paths open. Instead, the road answers with Rae.
Now trapped in a realm of buried magic, cruel courts, and old laws written long before humans knew to fear the dark, Rae is forced into the orbit of a man as dangerous as he is broken.


'Little white flowers speckle the green inside the circle, and the grass there looks softer somehow, brighter. Nanna’s voice flitters through my memories again.
“Don’t enter the fairy ring.” I take a few slow steps forward, more amused than anything else.
“You dramatic old woman,” I murmur.'

“If you think I'm ever letting you go, you have another thing coming my little angel.”


Eli finally thought she escaped. She walked away from a dangerous man, a violent life, and a world that was slowly suffocating her. For her, everything was a clean slate but the feeling of being watched never left her alone.

Then she meets Caius.

He’s everything her past wasn’t, calm, controlled, protective. The kind of man who makes her feel safe without feeling caged.

However, while she is under the illusion of happiness, trouble isn't far off and the stalking gets worse with death threats and until when it's too late, Elio realizes the man she ran from was never the one she should have feared.

Caius didn’t find Elio.

He built the path that led her straight to him and now that he has her?

He’s never letting her go.

After a forbidden night, maid Elara conceives twins for ruthless mafia Don Asher. To shield her from deadly power struggles, he fakes cruelty and puts a bounty on her head. Trapped in the murderous manor, she hides her pregnancy to survive. Cornered and hunted, she leaps into the frozen river to save her babies. After narrowly surviving childbirth, she becomes Asher’s lifelong obsession. The cold-blooded king burns all enemies, drops every pride, and kneels to atone for his sins forever.

Princess Penelope would rather die than marry the feared Crimson Dragon King.

On the night before the wedding, she throws herself to her death.

At that exact moment, in another world, Joseline Hernandez falls from the rooftop of her school building after someone pushes her. Betrayed and exhausted from a life spent being blamed for her father's death, she dies with only one thought : revenge.

But death was not the end.

Joseline wakes up inside the body of Princess Penelope, the very princess who was supposed to become the bride of the terrifying Crimson Dragon King, Drakarys.

Desperate to return home and uncover who murdered her, Joseline searches for a way back to her world. Yet the deeper she enters the dragon kingdom, the more she realizes something is wrong. The dragons are hiding secrets. The royal court is dangerous and the Crimson King himself is nothing like the monster humans claim him to be.

When no path home appears, Joseline makes a choice :

If she must live as Penelope, then she will survive as the Crimson Dragon King's bride even if it means falling in love with the King she meant to fear.

Lea never imagined facing such a drastic turn in her life. Threatened by her own employer, she's forced to take on her identity and marry the son of a wealthy count living in a distant castle. Dark rumors surround Don Moretti, a scientist with a mysterious past, fueling tales of black magic and even suggesting his son might be a demon. However, all these stories pale in comparison to what Lea experiences after marrying Lucca.

Her groom's father, a mad scientist, conducts forbidden experiments in the castle's basement, even on Lucca himself, rendering him a terrifying figure. Dragged against her will into this ominous setting, Lea lives with a man who seems less than human, but she gradually realizes Lucca isn't evil. He's actually a victim of his father's madness, as he imprisons supernatural creatures in the attic.

While planning her escape from the castle, Lea encounters obstacles, as her non-human husband is reluctant to let her go. Moreover, the castle's supernatural creatures make finding a moment of relief nearly impossible.

My sister climbed out her window the night before her wedding. So my family pinned her veil over my face and sent me in her place.
I'd been her stand-in my whole life — same face, same hair, the daughter they could afford to lose. Nobody looks twice at a bride behind a veil.
The Falcones figured out I was a fake before the vows. They broke my hand for the insult. And the don himself — the man this whole city only says quietly — took one look at the mess they'd made of me and told them to throw me out with the trash.
Then his eyes dropped to the locket my dead mother left me, lying on his marble floor.
And the most feared man in the city went very, very still.
He had no business knowing my mother's name. So why did he say it like a prayer?

After being kidnapped by the biggest piece of shit humankind has ever known—Jason Deymar, the most hated Duke in the U.S.—I’m dragged to a prison built for Rogue Dukes.
To survive the prison while I discover who killed one of my closest friends, who died in here, I’m forced to make a pact with three of them. They’ll keep me safe… as long as I belong to them.
It’s supposed to be temporary—just until I find a way out of this hellhole. But when I catch them watching me in the dead of night, it feels anything but temporary. And it can’t be.
A Lady would never allow herself to get tangled up with Dukes. Unless they are the only thing keeping me safe.

A forbidden night with the Brother's best friend resulted in the ruthless Don having a secret child.
I wanted to leave the mafia world and start a new life, so I left to start a new life. A funeral forced me to return home, where I found myself in the arms of my arch-nemesis, Roman De Luca. He is as ruthless as he is handsome, and after his father's death, he became a mafia boss.
One night, a fire broke out between us, and I remembered why he was my childhood crush. Ignoring our mutual hatred, his new status as a mafia boss, and most importantly, the fact that he is my brother's best friend, we crossed a line that he demanded we never cross again.
But that's how life works...I'm pregnant.

He married her for a contract. She loved him for real.
When struggling designer Amara signs a one-year contract marriage with cold billionaire Adrian Wolfe, she promises herself one thing — never fall in love.
But love doesn't follow contracts.
One passionate night changes everything… and when Amara discovers she's pregnant, she believes it will finally make their fake marriage real. Instead, Adrian divorces her. Accused of betrayal. Branded a gold-digger. Thrown out without explanation.
Heartbroken and pregnant, Amara disappears — raising her son alone.
Five years later, fate brings them back together. Adrian is now engaged. Powerful. Untouchable. But the little boy with her eyes and his sharp gaze?
He's about to shatter every lie. And when the truth explodes, Adrian must face the cruel reality: He didn't just lose his contract bride. He lost his family.


"Work. Design your little dresses," Adrian whispered, his scent of cold rain and power enveloping me. "But remember, Amara—when the cameras are on, you are mine. When we are behind closed doors, you are a ghost."
"I've always been good at disappearing," I replied, signing my name on the dotted line.
I didn't know then that the Ice King had a fire in him that would burn my world to ashes. And I had no idea that in nine months, I would be running for my life, carrying the one thing he told me I could never have… His heir.