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On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game.
Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out.
He went first.
"I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was."
He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on.
My turn.
"I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?"
He laughed. He thought I was joking.
He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

Ethan and I were together for seven years.
But after he chose Annie, he treated me like a zombie that needed to be eliminated.
To save Annie, he threw me to a pack of zombie wolves. Her brother even shot me through the head.
Five years later, I woke up and joined three “crazy” people who had been abandoned by the survivor compound.
They treated me like family.
Then Ethan appeared. His attack killed my new family—and awakened the Zombie King’s power inside me.
He confessed his love while kneeling in a pool of blood.
Then Annie told me she was carrying his child.
That was when I finally understood:
There was nothing left in the human world worth staying for.

"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

I'd tried to escape from my groom, but I failed at the last moment before our wedding vows were to be exchanged. My parents had sold me to the most ruthless mob boss in Chicago because my father owed a huge debt to Anthonio Ferhaag. He was a sixty-year-old pervert with a strange fetish. Everyone knew I was going to be his sex slave instead of his wife. When it was my turn to say my wedding vows, a group of armed men burst into the church and shot Anthonio dead.
I thought God had just answered my prayer to stop the wedding, but I was wrong. The wedding went ahead. In his blood-stained tuxedo, Zeal Ferhaag, took the place of his adoptive father, to marry me. He then took me to his mansion and placed me in his bedroom. He treated me like his wife, except for one thing: he never touched me. Rumor had it that Zeal was gay and had erectile dysfunction. But one night, when I tried to verify the rumors, I was shocked to discover that the rumors were not false at all.

I bit my lip, trying to think of an answer. “It’s not that—”
A gasp left my lips as he grabbed the back of my neck tightly. His lips were dangerously close to my ears now. When I dared to look at him, my heart stopped for a second.
“You’re a fake, aren’t you?”
...
Vivian never imagined she would marry Dominic DeLaurentis, the ruthless mafia Don feared across Rome and beyond.
The bride was supposed to be her sister, Veronica, but she ran away, and to save the family, Vivian had to step forward.
All she had to do was play the part of the perfect bride. She becomes both prisoner and plaything, bound by the marriage contract and by his control.
However... beneath her fear lies a dangerous longing, a hunger she cannot deny. She discovers his great obsession.
Will Dominic also ever realize her true identity?
The wrong bride and the wrong beginning, but perhaps it could become the right love in the end.

When the formidable matriarch of the city's most powerful mafia family dies, she leaves behind one final command. Every member of the family must return to the ancestral estate and remain there for seven days. Each evening, they must gather for dinner. Only if they fulfill her wishes will her fortune be divided.

None of them expect the true inheritance to be buried beneath silver.

As the first dinner begins, an ornate silver dome is lifted to reveal a secret the family has spent decades hiding. The following night uncovers another. With every revelation, old alliances fracture, accusations fly, and the walls of the estate close in around them. Lies become weapons, blood ties become liabilities, and everyone at the table has something to lose.

For the Don, the week becomes a nightmare. The family he trusted is not the family he thought he knew, and the memory of his dead wife—killed in a tragic accident three years ago—haunts every secret brought to light. Meanwhile, an overlooked cousin from an illegitimate branch and a mysterious distant relative unexpectedly find themselves caught in the center of a deadly game neither of them asked to play. Can they ride out the storm by clinging to each other?

Someone has spent years preparing this reckoning. Every dinner is another move in a carefully orchestrated plan. Every secret brings the family one step closer to ruin.

By the seventh night, the final silver dome will reveal a truth so devastating that nothing—not the family, the empire, or the inheritance—will ever be the same.

Alisson Rivera hates sports, athletes, and, most of all, all the chaos that comes with them. But when her best friend asked her to go to the Boston Harbor Rebels game in her place, she couldn’t say no. What she didn’t expect, however, was that she would end up witnessing something she wasn’t supposed to.

By the next morning, rumors are spreading, and the already fragile reputation of the ice hockey team’s star begins to crack.
Intense, unstable, and, they say, "someone who doesn’t know how to take things seriously", Tristan McKenna has the chance to prove the world wrong about him… but at the cost of his privacy, living for one hundred days with the most interesting, sharp-tongued girl he has ever met.

When the cameras are turned on and their every move is recorded, will secrets, hidden sides, and buried wounds still remain hidden from the public eye?

"You belong to me. I own you. No matter how far you run... I will find you. And the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you're in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
Rosa's body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words.
Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa became Silvio's possession the moment she entered his world.
But Rosa would rather die than remain his prisoner.
Eight months pregnant with his child, she risks everything to escape, only to be betrayed, shot, and presumed dead.
Years later, Rosa lives as Jia, hiding behind a new identity and raising twin children far from the mafia world.
Until Silvio sees her again.
The man she once feared never stopped searching.
Now he wants answers.
And when he discovers the children are his, running will no longer be an option.

Anastasia, a rising fashion designer, receives a life-changing offer: a ten-million-dollar contract to style Luciano Roberto, a CEO with a dangerous secret. From the subtle touch of their hands to the electrifying glances exchanged, their attraction is undeniable. Venture through life-threatening encounters to unravel mysteries, Anastasia's world is turned upside down.

With danger lurking at every corner, can she resist the magnetic pull of Luciano's gaze?

Three years ago, Sofia Cruz kissed Luca Moretti under the stars, not knowing he was the heir to the city’s deadliest mafia family.
The next morning, she vanished—leaving him with nothing but questions and a grudge that burned hotter than desire.
Now, desperate for money, Sofia takes a job as a live-in maid at the Moretti estate… only to discover the room she’s cleaning belongs to him.
Luca hasn’t forgiven her for running. But instead of kicking her out, he keeps her close—dangerously close—teasing, cornering, and making her remember exactly what she walked away from.
As the mafia war outside the mansion turns bloodier, Sofia is pulled deeper into Luca’s world… where every touch is a threat, every kiss a warning, and every whispered promise could be a lie.
And Luca? He doesn’t just want her back—he wants her to pay.

He leans in close, his breath was warm against my ear, sending a tingling sensation over my skin and leaving me breathless. His voice is husky and dangerous, sending a jolt down into my abdomen. "Did you enjoy what you saw, Mia?" he asks, his words laced with mischievous intent.
A whimper escaped me, and I quickly bit my lip to stop it, but his touch was hypnotic, and I was melting into his body that was pressed up against mine, making me feel trapped and helpless.
How could I be repelled by Dominic's darkness, yet drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. This man had an overwhelming presence, his dominance and control sparking a twisted curiosity within me that I didn’t know how to handle or approach.


Mia finds herself entangled in a web of power and deceit. After discovering her ex-boyfriend's infidelity, she meets Dominic, a ruthless alpha and her ex's dad, who awakens a forbidden attraction within her. As Mia's true identity is revealed, she's torn between the allure of Dominic's dark charm and an arranged marriage. Mia must make impossible choices to protect herself and those she loves. Will she surrender to the forces that seek to control her, or will she forge her own path in this dangerous game of love and loyalty?

"She's not the bride. She's my chosen wife."

Zeno Alaister Leander Valentini

Lyla was only his substitute bride until she took his time, attention, and life.

To save her father’s life, Camila Alcatraz agrees to a deal that will ruin her forever.

One year as the property of Marco Terenzio, the feared mafia king with blood on his hands and secrets in his soul.

She was meant to break.

Instead, she made him obsessed.

But in a world of lies, betrayal, and guns, loving a monster comes at a deadly price, and when the truth finally explodes, only one of them may survive.

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

A year ago, Sophia was recalled from overseas medical school. Her father announced she must marry Ethan Sullivan, head of the Sullivan crime family, to save their bankruptcy.

Ethan Sullivan—uncrowned king of New York's underworld, cold-blooded killer. Complete opposite of her life-saving profession.

She fought desperately—humiliated him at their engagement, sabotaged business meetings, even escaped at midnight. Ethan never got angry, just quietly cleaned up, growing more gentle and devoted.

Until rival families shot at them. He shielded her with his body, blood soaking his white shirt, still comforting her: "It's okay. I'm here."

Sophia fell completely.

"I'll marry you," she told him in his hospital bed, "but tell me—do you really love me?"

Ethan nodded without hesitation: "I love you. You're the first and only one."

After marriage, Sophia enjoyed sweet life as a mafia wife. Until she learned Ethan's "sister" Isabella had leukemia. When her bone marrow matched, she donated without hesitation, thinking this proved their love.

Until tonight's party. A drunk lieutenant asked: "Boss, what's your biggest regret in life?"

Ethan was silent for a long moment: "Giving up the woman I loved."

Katy is a human, but there was something special about her. Her blood is the most alluring thing the vampire's had ever smelt, and just like that, Katy's normal miserable life was turned upside down when she got lost in a world filled with vampires and many vampires came after her for her blood, but neither of them was as dangerous as Domenic Darkshadow the prince of the Vampires. He protected her but not for the right reasons, Domenic wants her amazing blood all to himself, and maybe that's not all he would take from her.

The plan was just to replace her best friend on her blind date. Could she have ever imagined this decision to become a new life begining of hers?

Escaping from this arrogant CEO who turned out to be her Boss seems to be impossible.

You lied to him, and he can send you to prison right away, The only way to get out of this mess is to accept his proposal.

A contract Marriage with A Baby involved and No feelings attached. How long until the feelings becomes unquenchable?

“Tell me the truth, Juno. Why are you really here?”

Juno has survived by becoming exactly what powerful men want—a beautiful, obedient mistress. Her only goal is to collect enough money from fifty-year-old billionaire Leo Cavendish to escape her family’s debts.

She never expected his sons to become her biggest problem.

Caleb is the dangerous one: cold, proud, and fiercely possessive. He treats Juno like an enemy, yet his eyes reveal a secret he refuses to admit.

Orion is softer, haunted by the loss of his mother and drawn to Juno’s kindness. The more she comforts him, the harder it becomes to remember that she is only supposed to be passing through.

Then Leo discovers the tension between his sons and his mistress.

The Cavendish family is about to tear itself apart.

And when Juno learns she is carrying a child, three men suddenly have a reason to claim her.

But only one of them can be the father.

“Teach me, teach me how to turn you on, teach me how to pleasure you, Sister” He ran his hands down her bare chest, taking in a sharp breath.
She shut her eyes, sighing, “Don’t. Don't call me that. Please.”
“Why, I thought you loved it when I do”
“It makes me think of thousand reasons why this is wrong, why me fucking my brother is wrong”

Hope Alejandra Torres never knew how thin the line between love, lust and hate was, until her brother came back after seven years, looking sinfully different.
Only he can push her buttons and make her breath fire, yet only he can touch her in places he shouldn't and make her feel different.
But it's forbidden, or is it? He's her brother after all.

Claire Bennett built her marriage the way she built her fortune: with clear eyes, sharp numbers, and no illusions about love. So when her husband, Ethan, announces that he is pretending to be poor for a younger woman, Claire is less offended by the affair than by the insultingly low breakup fee he plans to offer.

Then the game turns expensive. The young woman knows more than Ethan thinks, and the elite attorney hired to tear apart Claire's finances is Adrian Shaw, the broke student Claire once deceived, desired, and abandoned with two million dollars. To survive the divorce, Claire must outplay a husband who wants devotion without sacrifice, face the man who once offered her everything he had, and decide whether money can still buy the only thing she actually regrets losing.

My husband, Ethan Cole, had found a young woman to play poor with. He shared her rented apartment, wore matching outfits bought on clearance, and hunted down takeout deals. He called it getting back to his roots.

We'd had even less when we started out. A leaking basement. Cheap noodles because delivery cost too much. Now that we were rich, he missed being broke.

"It's just for fun. We're not sleeping together," he told me. "When I get bored, I'll give her two hundred thousand dollars to move on. You won't have to deal with her."

I didn't cry. I didn't throw anything.

After a moment, I asked, "Two hundred thousand? Isn't that a little cheap?"

Years earlier, I'd played the same game with a broke young man.

When I left him, I'd paid two million.

That "poor pregnant woman" downstairs is currently waddling around Linden Court with her forty-week baby bump, sobbing to the neighbors. She claims the noise of me screwing men in the middle of the night is so loud it's killing her unborn baby.
In my past life, no one in this building believed me. In the end, she used a pair of rusty pruning shears to pin me, dead, to my own living room floor.
Reborn into a new life, I stare at the bulletin board where my face is crossed out with red marker, and I let out a cold laugh.
This time, I absolutely refuse to be the idiot who gets stabbed to death.

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.

They call it an "alpha team," boasting about our million-dollar AI equipment. I thought I just had terrible luck at work—the scanner bruising my arm, the coffee maker intentionally scalding me. Trapped by a $500,000 resignation penalty, I must survive tonight’s overtime. But in the dark copy room, the shredder is... breathing.

Dad was in critical condition and had just been wheeled into the operating room.
My husband—also Dad’s attending surgeon—was nowhere to be found.
I stood in the corridor in my pajamas until past midnight, hands shaking as I kept calling Jason.
When the call finally connected, a sweet, girlish voice spilled through the speaker:
"I’m watching the Eiffel Tower lights with Jason!"
A male voice followed, impatient and familiar—Jason’s:
"Is it her again? Ava, tell her to stop calling. The lights are about to go out. Can she stop making a scene?"
A chill sliced through me. Before I could speak, the line went dead.

Five years ago, the Savage family poisoned my parents, broke both my legs, and threw me into the river. I barely survived — pulled out by passing mercenaries, I spent five years building an army that answers only to me.

Today, five years later, I’ve returned with that army for revenge. I thought they would be terrified and beg for mercy. I never imagined they’d be insane enough to kidnap my daughter — a daughter I didn’t even know existed, Mia.

She’s crying in an abandoned warehouse, her tiny hand clutching an old coat I left behind five years ago, calling out “Daddy.”

My wife, to save her, is taking off her dress in front of another man.

Outside the warehouse, ten thousand soldiers are waiting for my command.

And in my heart, there is only one thought: kill them all.

"Wellington!" I cried out, unable to stop the sensation building inside me.
"Yes, my babe, let it all out," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I screamed his name as the release came, my body shaking uncontrollably. Fluid poured from my pussy, leaving me breathless and dazed.
"What was that?" I asked, panting.
He chuckled, his mouth glistening. "Your first orgasm, baby. I love the taste.”


One reckless night turned Louisa’s life upside down. She lost her virginity, got pregnant, and had to drop out of school after working so hard for her future. The stranger she slept with disappeared, and all her efforts to find him failed. Few years later, Louisa is stunned to see him on TV, Wellington Morgan, the billionaire CEO, now engaged to another woman after his actions shattered her life. Thrown into Wellington’s dangerous world of secrets, Louisa must fight to protect her son. Can Wellington and Louisa overcome the past, or will it tear them apart forever when Wellington’s wedding date with her fiance has been fixed?

Sarah Willow, a sweet girl, born into the lowliest of ranks has always wanted a happily ever after. She believed she had found it when destiny brought Alpha Ryder, her fated mate to her. But her fairytale was short-lived when her protector turned out to be her worst nightmare. Shattered and broken by his betrayal, Sarah vows to make Ryder feel every bit of pain she has felt.
She returns stronger than ever with the help of Lucas, an arch-enemy of Ryder. As her quest to bring down Ryder begins, she is faced with challenges that will question her decision.
But there’s a thin line between love and hate. As the line is crossed severally in her encounter with Ryder, will Sarah be able to stick to her plan? Or will she fall back to buried memories? Or will she open her heart to be loved by another, even if he is a monster? Will she be willing to love again, despite her past? Or will her thirst for revenge get the better part? Find out in this intriguing novel filled with betrayal, suspense and romance.

"In the toxic halls of Eastview High, Aria Bellwyn has mastered the art of being invisible. But when she's forced to tutor golden boy Knox Hale, she's thrust into a world of danger and desire. As they navigate the treacherous social hierarchy, Aria becomes the target of Knox's manipulative ex, Blaire, and the ruthless queen bee, Sarah. But Knox's secrets run deeper he's trapped in a deadly debt to a local crime lord, and Aria's the only one who can help him take down the corrupt empire controlling the school. As they risk everything to expose the truth, can they survive the betrayal lurking in every corner and find love in the process?

Dive into this heart-pumping, high-stakes romance where the line between invisible and irresistible is about to get blurred."

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

Once, I was the Golden Dragon Princess, loved by my family and cherished by the man I would have died for. Then one accusation shattered everything. My dragon core was sealed, and I was cast into the frozen abyss to repent for a crime I never committed. Three years later, I died alone beneath the endless snow—on the very day my fiancé was set to marry my sister, the one who framed me. He stared at my lifeless face, trembling. “Seraphina… please wake up.”

I never meant to want him. Gianni Rossetti—tattooed, dangerous, twice my age, and my best friend’s father.

He was supposed to be off-limits. Untouchable. The kind of man you only fantasize about when you’re alone in the dark with your hand between your thighs.

But the night I caught him eating another woman alive by the pool, I couldn’t look away.
And he knew it.
The moment his dark eyes locked on mine through the glass, I became prey. His filthy smirk promised one thing—he saw me touching myself to him, and he wasn’t about to let me forget it.

Now, every time I’m in his house, I can’t breathe without thinking of his mouth between my legs.
I left my cheating boyfriend behind, only to fall into something even more dangerous:
a man who could ruin me, break me, and make me beg for his cock while his own daughter sleeps in the next room.

He’s too old. Too powerful. Too forbidden.
But Gianni doesn’t ask—he takes.
And I don’t want him to stop.

Selene Carey believed the Bloodhowl mating ceremony would be the night her life finally began.

Damon Bloodhowl was her fated mate, the Alpha heir, and the one wolf she thought would choose her when no one else ever had. Instead, he rejects her in front of the entire pack and claims her stepsister, Mira, as his chosen mate.

Humiliated, heartbroken, and abandoned by her own family, Selene expects the night to end with her shame.

Then Alpha Ronan rises.

Damon’s father. Bloodhowl’s ruthless Alpha. A wolf feared, obeyed, and never questioned.

Before Selene can accept Damon’s rejection, Ronan places his Alpha ring in her hand and claims her as his chosen mate.

Now Selene is trapped between the mate who rejected her, the Alpha who chose her, and a pack waiting to see whether she will break.

Ronan’s protection is dangerous. His attention is impossible to ignore. And the more Selene stands beside him, the more enemies begin to circle.

She was rejected by the heir.

Chosen by the Alpha.

But the choice that matters most may be the one Selene makes for herself.

In a world where magic and Dragons are real, where magic is taught at a school's and kingdom's rule over the land. Why are dragons so scarce and why is magic not so widely used if it's available for everyone to learn and use. History is told by the victor and that often leads to a miss telling in the tale, leaving those who read it to miss out of the true story. But when Young Nova discovers her past and goes on quest to discover her true self, she will meet friend's she will come to hold as family and they will discover the truth behind magic. As everything comes to light, and the truth comes to light, their resolve will be tested.

He wasn’t searching for love.

He wasn’t ready for him.

But some things—like family, and falling—happen when you least expect them.

When Ezra Anderson's sister dies, he inherits three young children and a crumbling rural property he's nowhere near prepared for. Overwhelmed, heartbroken, and freshly dumped, Ezra turns to the one person he shouldn't: Sebastian Brown—the gentle, steady Omega child psychologist he once shared one reckless night with... and never dared to call back.

Sebastian offers a safe harbor. Routine. Warm hands and a softer kind of strength Ezra didn’t know he craved.

What starts as survival—two men building a life for three grieving kids—soon strains under the weight of something deeper. The Omega in Sebastian draws Ezra like gravity, making every glance burn and every touch linger. The lines between family and something more blur until Ezra can no longer pretend.

One night becomes two. Secrets slip into routines. And somewhere between sneaking into beds at night and morning coffee, Ezra faces the one truth he swore he'd never have to:

He might not be as straight, or as strong, as he thought.

As his Alpha instincts pull him closer to Sebastian’s Omega warmth, the world outside keeps pressing in. Desire stops hiding. And when the outside world comes knocking, Ezra is forced to choose:

Keep pretending... or hold on to the only thing that feels like home.

SNEAK PEEK:

“I’m not in love with you. I just… don’t know how to breathe when you’re not there.” - Ezra

“I’m not gay. I’m just yours.” - Ezra

“You keep saying you’re not mine… but you keep choosing me.” - Sebastian

“You’re allowed to love me, you know.” - Sebastian

NB: 18+ (Tissues highly recommended.)

At Thornfield Academy, power wears a perfect smile.
Old money. Legacy names. Students raised to rule the world before they even graduate. They call themselves untouchable. They call themselves saints.

They’re lying.

Jordan is not supposed to exist here. Not under this name. Not in this body. Disguised as James Blake, she’s hiding in plain sight, buried inside a school built on secrets, privilege, and rot. One wrong move and everything unravels. Her past. Her identity. The truth about the blood she left behind.

But Thornfield is not just another elite academy.

The students are watching. Testing. Hunting for weakness.

The pretty sinners who break people for fun.
The dirty saints who pretend they’re innocent.

And then there’s Teddy Phillips. Too kind for a place like this. Too close for comfort.

Then there's the captain of the Soccer team. The only one who might see through her before she’s ready.

Because Jordan did not come here just to survive.

She came here because Thornfield is hiding something.

And if she is right, the lies buried in these halls are worth killing for.

In a school where legacy is everything, the truth is the most dangerous thing of all.

Elena Castillo has spent her entire life playing by the rules—until the world turned against her.
A star lawyer with a fraudulent license she never forged. A fiancé who crawls at her sister's feet like a dog. A family that manipulated her with false gratitude and endless emotional guilt, trapping her in an inescapable cycle of obligation she never owed.
Elena walks into a "spa" on Berlin Street seeking relief for an old injury—and straight into the arms of Dante Solis, the most feared Don in a century.
He was supposed to give her a massage. Instead, he claims her body, her name, and eventually—her soul.
Dante Solis doesn't do mercy. He doesn't do apologies. And he certainly doesn't do brides. But when Elena points a gun at his chest and pulls the trigger, the Godfather of the Solis family discovers something he's never felt before: obsession.
"Marry me," he offers. "I'll let you climb over everything I have to get to the top. But only if you're my wife."
Elena refuses to trade marriage for power. She believes in justice. In the law. In herself.
But when the same family that destroyed her career tries to sell her into a loveless alliance with Dante's own nephew, Elena must choose: remain the good girl who always loses—or become the Don's queen and make them all burn.
This is a story of betrayal and vengeance.
Of a woman who learns that the only law that matters is the one written in blood.
And of a man who would burn the world down just to watch her wear his crown.
🔞 Dark mafia romance. Age gap. Enemies-to-lovers. Forced proximity. He falls first, he falls harder. She has no idea who he is—until it's too late to run.

"Do you know what happens to girls who invade my space uninvited?" His voice was low.
"I... I'm not..."
"I don't kiss," he said, his gaze never leaving hers. "Never saw the point of it."
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
"But for you..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I'll make an exception."
The kiss stole the air from her lungs. She pushed against his chest, desperate to break free.
But then... two words shattered everything.
"Luca! Brother!"
Sofia thought returning to the Virelli mansion after years abroad would feel like coming home.
Instead, she walks straight back into the orbit of Luca Virelli, her cold, ruthless foster brother and the feared head of the Italian mafia.
The same man who spent years making her feel like she didn't belong.
But something has changed.
Because the moment Luca sees her again, his icy indifference shifts into something far more dangerous.
OBSESSION.

Ryan Von Roald was exiled from his Kingdom by his Father in order to avoid going to war with a powerful Empire.

Instead of feeling depressed, the Sixth Prince of the Finis Kingdom even rejoiced because he could now do whatever he wanted.

With the help of the Magical Grimoire, whom he named Builder, Ryan embarked on a journey in creating his own Kingdom. However, this grand undertaking wasn't smooth sailing.

Soon, Ryan found himself fighting against nobles, and other factions who dared to get in his way, showing the world that even an exiled prince could build a majestic kingdom from scratch!


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He just regarded me, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What does he see me as now, did I change from the person he knew?

“Why am I still here, you just terminated my employment.” I broke the silence, for me, it was uncomfortable to stay under his dark gaze.

“I dismissed you from that job because you will be my personal assistant now.” He said. I stare at him like he has lost his mind, personal assistant?

Why would that be me, considering our past it will be awkward between us to work directly together?

“You are kidding, right?” He must be kidding because been his personal assistant? What for? I have planned out how I was going to survive in this company, by staying out of each other way and not crossing parts.

Only for him to wake up this morning and decide that should be his personal assistant.

“Am I?” No, he doesn't look like he's kidding. His expression is as serious as that of an ugly rock.

Madison Trent has a hidden secret, but not for long once a charming, antagonistic dominant named Zack Downs enters the picture. Madison, a single independent woman who refuses to be owned, finds herself in Zack’s arms when the mafia’s seedy underbelly sets their sites on her. Will Maddie accept his help or will she let her fear consume her?

When Aunt Luna let the AC repairman in, I was five, fast asleep in my bedroom.
By the time I woke up, the police were already bagging evidence. Aunt Luna was wrapped in a blanket, bruised and broken, staring blankly at the wall.
She never smiled again. Instead, she collected scars on her arms.
Her ex-husband Ethan dropped everything to hold her, promising it wasn't her fault. But the PTSD won. Two years later, she swallowed a lethal dose of pills. Ethan followed her in death the very same night.
Every year, my mom would take me to their graves, crying as she whispered: If only I hadn't let your aunt call that repairman.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer I was five!
Aunt Luna walked out of the kitchen with her phone, fanning herself.
"Stella, I called a guy to fix the AC. Be a good girl and go take your nap."
The next second, the front doorbell rang.
"Hello! HandyPro AC repair."
My blood ran ice-cold!
I recognized that voice—Jake Dalton.
The rapist who destroyed both our families in my past life!

My Mafia boss husband brought his late brother's widow and child back to our estate and demanded I move into the nanny's quarters..

This time, I didn't pull a gun and fight with him like I did in my past life. Instead, I brought out my suitcase to pack and make room.

Later, for our daughter's birthday, Julian gifted her a foal.

Beatrice's son cried and threw a tantrum, demanding it.

My five-year-old daughter calmly handed over the lead rope. "Daddy said Leo doesn't have a papa anymore, so from now on, my papa is his papa."

"I should learn to be generous."

At first, Julian was extremely gratified by our tolerance and maturity. But gradually, he panicked as he realized—

There was no more love in my eyes, and our daughter no longer opened her arms to ask for his hugs.

Little did he know, in our previous life, in order to protect that mother and son, he banished us to the subterranean water dungeon.

While my daughter and I contracted the plague, dying in despair amidst the stench and the gnawing of rats, he was holding that woman's hand in a brightly lit banquet hall, announcing to the entire Family that she would be under his lifelong protection.

Reborn into this life, my daughter and I no longer fought, no longer made a fuss.

But we also never needed Julian again.

My attempts to marry Ethan Ward had been derailed exactly seven times.
The first time, Peyton threw him a "surprise" party, and he was too hungover to make our City Hall appointment. 
The second time, she got into a minor fender bender and hysterically convinced him her neck was broken. He rode with her in the ambulance. 
The third time, right as we were signing the papers, she swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills over a bad breakup. Ethan literally carried her to the ER.
Fourth time, fifth time... it was Peyton. Every single time.

"Hurry up, Diana! This is the eighth time!" my best friend, Mia, shouted frantically. "There are only fifteen minutes left before City Hall locks their system at 5 PM sharp. Let's get this over with!"
We were just about to walk through the doors when a voice called out from the backseat of Ethan's car. It was Peyton Reed, his childhood best friend. Again.
"Wait a second! My lucky charm bracelet broke. I need to restring it."
Ethan stopped walking. 
"Okay. No rush," he said. 

Peyton kept her head down, fiddling with the red string and little beads, flashing me an innocent smile. "Don't be in such a hurry, Diana. I'll be done in a sec. I got this blessed lucky charm bracelet just for you two. It's supposed to bring luck to your marriage."
Then, as naturally as breathing, she held her clutch out to Ethan. "Hold this for me?"
He took it without a word.
The buzzing crowd of our friends went dead silent. Everyone exchanged awkward, pitying looks.
I stared at him, swallowing my anger. "Ethan, the system at the marriage bureau locks automatically at 5 PM. If we go in right now, we can just make it."
Ethan frowned, looking slightly annoyed by my pressure. "I'm already here, Diana. A few minutes won't kill us."

I looked at him standing by the car, patiently waiting for Peyton to fix her stupid string, and I suddenly laughed. 
I pulled out my phone and quickly typed out a message:
[You once said if my eighth attempt at getting married failed, I should give you a chance.]
[Get to City Hall before 5 PM.]

In my third year of marriage to Cassius, I saw his childhood sweetheart Serena post a photo on a luxury yacht with the caption: "My man always knows what I want."

That yacht was supposed to be my birthday gift.

I called the dealer. "Mr. Vitale transferred it to Miss Monte."

Cassius called immediately. "Stop checking up on me. I owed her this. Why are you so insecure?"

That night, he kicked my medication across the floor. "Stop reminding everyone I owe you my life."

Three years ago, I gave him my gas mask during a shootout. The toxins destroyed my lungs.

When he burned my face with an iron, he drove me to the hospital—until Serena called crying about a burst pipe.

He shoved me out into the pouring rain. "You're not going to die. She needs me more."

For the first time in three years, I realized I should stop saving a man who'd already chosen someone else.

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.

Hiding my identity and marrying an ambitious female celebrity—this is the most boring social experiment I've ever done.
She wants me to leave with nothing.
She gave my family heirloom to that gigolo.
She tweeted that I was "low-class trash".
She didn't know that Hollywood, which she was desperately trying to climb up to, was nothing more than my backyard.
She had no idea that those capitalists she fawned over would all bow down and call me "Mr. Rockwell."
Until that night, she stripped naked, attempting to offer herself to the enigmatic "godfather of capital"—
The leather sofa slowly turned around.
The lights were on.
She saw my face.
“Chloe,” I flicked my cigar ash, “what brings you here?”

Last time, she chased the “true love” a corporate spy sold her—publicly branded me controlling, stole my core tech, and helped him shove me off a rooftop.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back before it all began.

This time I didn’t expose her, didn’t confront her, and didn’t beg her to stay. I set the trap—watched her come close again, test my limits, and steal the “core technology”…

Until the stolen code blew up the rival company, until she was unmasked in front of the cameras and taken away in handcuffs.

Through tears, she demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner he was a corporate spy?”

I answered only, “I did. Last life.”

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."