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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.

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.

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.

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!"

Everyone says I'm lucky— a noble lady from the Miller family, doors open for me when I walk out, heads bow when I come home.
But deep down, I know the truth. I live like a “spare”: covering for my father’s mistakes, taking the fall for my stepsister.
Even the bodyguard I thought I could rely on is only here for Emma.
I caught him using Emma's photo to relieve himself, heard his Underboss mock him for acting as a bodyguard to me, just to make Emma feel his heart.
He was my bodyguard, yet when danger struck, he shielded Emma.
When I lashed out at him, punishing him for Emma’s faults, he secretly returned the favor, giving me ninety-nine lashes in retaliation.
Finally, I agreed to marry into the Jones Family and became the “vegetative Don’s” wife.
I took the money, moved to Manhattan, and became the most dignified Mrs. Jones: keeping watch over a mute husband, at least no longer having to worry about a knife in my heart.

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

An S-Rank [Thunder Tyrant]?

I watched coldly as the "good brother" who had betrayed me in my past life strutted around, stealing my woman and humiliating my F-Rank skill.

What he didn't know was that every time he channeled his lightning, his talent was draining his lifespan. In our past life, I was the one who used my skill, [Status Reset], to restore his life force time and time again.

Reborn for another lifetime, I decided I was done playing the saint.

When the crimson behemoth shattered the dome, Brad laughed maniacally, summoning a storm of lightning. But in an instant, the fierce backlash turned his arms into brittle charcoal, shattering in pieces across the ground. I stepped over his rolling, mutilated body and picked up a piece of rusty scrap metal.

"Reset."

The dead rust was eradicated. The scrap metal instantly reverted to a fully charged, high-frequency combat blade.

Gripping the blade in one hand, I faced the overwhelming tide of corpses and carved out a path of blood.

“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......

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.

“You were never his, Wren. You were always mine.”
Denzel Thorne’s voice was low, dark, and laced with a hunger he’d buried for years. His fingers traced her jaw with deliberate slowness, tilting her face toward his. “I watched you marry another man. I stayed in the shadows while he broke you, piece by piece.”
His thumb brushed her lower lip. “But now? Now I’m done watching.”
*
Three years of marriage. Three years of lies.
Wren Taylor never expected to catch her husband, James, cheating. With his own brother’s wife.
Before she could even confront him, his brother Benjamin was dead. James claimed Wren’s suspicions were nothing but jealous delusions—then moved his widowed sister-in-law and her son into their home without so much as a word to Wren.
No consent. No respect. No love left at all.
As James flaunts his devotion to Ava and her child, Wren becomes a ghost in her own house. Humiliated. Ignored. Discarded.
She decides to fight for her freedom—even if it costs her everything.
But just when she hits rock bottom, he reappears.
Denzel Thorne. The boy she once loved. The man she never stopped wanting.
Now he’s the most powerful Don in the underworld. Ruthless. Untouchable. And utterly obsessed with the woman he was never allowed to have.
He takes her hand and teaches her how to destroy the ones who broke her. Every move brings them closer. Every touch resurrects a desire neither can control.
But Denzel has secrets. Dark ones. And when Wren discovers the truth behind his empire, their fragile love story may not survive the fall.

“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?

“Spread those legs wider…Fina. I need to see every fucking inch of you.”
His voice was calm. Cold. Commanding.
And just like I always did, my body obeyed before my mind could.
Dario Severo was my father’s best friend.
Then he became his enemy.
Now he’s my husband.
Feared across the underworld and twice my age, Dario married me as the price of peace between cartels. I was supposed to be a contract. A body bound by a ring. Nothing more.
But behind closed doors, his control is intimate, deliberate, and addictive. He touches me like he’s waited years to claim what was always forbidden—and I hate how much I want it.
I was offered to him to end a war.
Instead, I became his obsession.


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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."

My name is Evelyn. I grew up in the slums. Now, I'm the wife of Victor De Luca, head of New York's most feared mafia family.
Outsiders say I left him for money when he had nothing, then shamelessly came crawling back once he rose to power.
Only Victor and I know the truth. He paid five million dollars to drag me back, chain me here like a dog, and lock me away.
He married me, trapped me in this estate, and found new ways to break me every day.
He brought his mistress into our bed. He used his power to grind what was left of my dignity into dust.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
I'm dying.
I have an inherited bone marrow failure disorder. The same disease that drained my mother dry. Now it's my turn.
Five years ago, I took the money and walked away. I let everyone call me every name they wanted because I couldn't make him watch me waste away.
I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of pain.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
This long, slow torture is almost over.

“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.

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.

"Stay in the apartment," he said, straightening his tie as I fixed his collar. "I'll be back tonight." Then he walked out the door — straight to his wedding. What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
For three years I was his canary: locked in a penthouse, the only woman he let close when he bled, forgotten the moment another woman entered the room. I watched him let her wipe the blood from his face. I lost our child alone on a cold floor. I apologized to the woman who destroyed my mother's watch.
I was done waiting.
When the bells of Saint Patrick's rang out across Manhattan, he was welcoming his bride — and I finally flew out of my cage.

On National College Decision Day, my two childhood best friends announced they were ditching the Ivy League to follow a scheming charity case to a garbage community college.
In my last life, I informed their parents.
It worked. Their futures were saved, but they killed me for it.
"Let go of me!"
Hayes had my wrist in a death grip, dragging me toward the edge. Ezra stood behind him, hands in his pockets.
"If you hadn't interfered, Willow would still be alive."
"Now it's your turn."
Then I was falling from the stadium bleachers.
I opened my eyes. Decision Day again.

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

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.

Harper spent ten years as Joel's perfect girlfriend... until he dumped her to boost his brand. Now Joel's getting married, and Harper's crashing his wedding on the arm of Crew Lawson, the one player Joel hates most. It's supposed to be fake: three months of PR revenge. But Crew's hiding a dangerous addiction, Harper's hiding real feelings, and Joel's hiding the truth about why he really left. Some fake relationships burn too hot to stay pretending.

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."

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.

''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?

“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.

He once swore the whole world to me，yet he threw me aside without a second thought，all for his precious adopted sister.
He trampled on my love, ruined my youth, and let me fall into the abyss alone while doting on another woman.
Years later, I return from the ashes, powerful and cold.
I will step into his world, shatter his fame, destroy his fortune, and take away everything he holds dear.
He abandoned me for his adopted sister.
Now, I am his inevitable ruin.

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?

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

Bear,
If you ever have hesitations about me, know this: you asked me to write it down, you asked me to remind you when you forget. As you know, there are very few things I wouldn't do that you, or, if you don't remember, you will soon know that as fact.

Before we start, a word of warning: Please don't judge me too harshly at the beginning. It was a different time, a worse time. I make no excuses for who I was forced to become, nor the choices I made, after all, they led me to you. Let these pages reflect who I became and who I am now.

You know the years leading up to the war well, so I will just skip to the crucial time: the year the Dollhouse chose me. With the Dollhouse came the Ravens, courageous women who risked everything for the end to finally come. Each carried her own name, her own trials, and her own secrets.

From then on, nothing was simple. Nothing was safe, and everything I thought I knew was tested. That is where we start, though you should know, I start and will always end with you. But you can follow the rest.

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.'

For years, my life belonged to Marcus. He has mafia ties, a violent temper, and a need to control every single breath I take. I thought he was the ultimate danger—until the anonymous messages started.

Someone is watching me. Someone knows what I’m wearing before I even put it on. Someone is entering my apartment, moving my things, and leaving cameras in the dark.

I was trapped between my boyfriend’s suffocating rage and a nameless stalker, so I ran. I hid in a luxury high-rise with biometric security, determined to reclaim my life.

That is where I met Caius.

My neighbor is everything Marcus isn't. He is gentle. Protective. Steady. When the stalker's messages miraculously follow me into my new sanctuary, Caius is the only one who stands by me. He holds me through my panic attacks and helps me sweep my home for hidden bugs. For the first time in my life, I feel safe.

But peace is a luxury I don't possess.

My ex is hunting me down. The messages are growing more twisted. And as I look closer at the perfect, protective man beside me, a chilling realization sets in.

The stalker didn’t follow me to this building.... He lured me here.

Paul Sutcliffe has spent three years quietly hating Garrett Holt from two rows back in AP Lit, the quarterback who got everything handed to him, including the one apology he never gave her. Then her mother marries his father, and the boy she's hated becomes the boy she shares a bathroom with. Worse: on the night of the wedding, Paul finds proof that Garrett's late mother didn't die in an accident as everyone believes; she was driven out of town, and Paul's own mother helped do it. Now Paul is living under the roof of a family she just helped destroy, falling into uneasy alliance with the one person who has more reason to hate her than she ever had to hate him.

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.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

Isabella believes that her boyfriend can change is way again and be the man she fell in love with. But when she get kidnapped because of him, and he is to busy with another lady instead of saving her. She understands she is better off without him. She gets saved by her boyfriend cousin who has loved Isabella for years. Just stayed in the shadows. Will Alexander help her heal from the broken heart his ignorant cousin leaves her with, and then win her heart?

"I married you only to destroy you."

That was the only reason FBI agent Sophia Carter accepted a new identity as Evelyn Russo and married Lorenzo Moretti, the most dangerous mafia boss in Italy.

Her mission was to infiltrate, gather evidence, drag Lorenzo to prison, and save the children and women that Lorenzo Moretti had kidnapped for trafficking.

But life as a Don's wife was never as simple as she had imagined. Behind the luxurious mansion, the armed men, and the secrets of the Moretti family, Sophia found herself trapped in a game she did not understand.
The closer she got to Lorenzo, the harder it became to distinguish lies from reality.
But one thing never changed. If her identity as an FBI agent was exposed, then at that very moment, she would die at her own husband's hands.

The child I brought into this world through sheer determination now calls my husband's mistress "mother"; the youth who slew my father for my sake and was imprisoned, now confines me beyond the threshold, forcing me to hear his carnal symphony with his stepmother. Only then did I comprehend: the sixteen-year-old boy who committed patricide for me had long perished within the prison walls.

They say Caspian Vale has a body count higher than his net worth. I don't care about either.

I only care that my brother's last voicemail spelled his name like a curse.

I didn't apply to Vale Industries for a paycheck. I applied for a funeral.. his.

Then he proposed. Not with a ring but a contract. My mother's hospital wing for my signature on a marriage certificate. I said yes because saying no would've been too easy and dumb.

Here's the thing about monsters okay??
They’re only scary until you see them brush their teeth. Until they hold your hair back. Until they get jealous over a waiter's glance and you realize you like it.

One night and one mistake. Now I'm digging through my brother's past and finding holes I didn't create just because the shooter wasn't Caspian.

The shooter was aiming at me.

But Caspian? He just took the blame like a man who's been waiting to fall.

I came to destroy a king. I didn't expect to find a martyr wearing a crown of thorns and a wedding band I can't take off.

In that case, let the game begin.

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?

“Are you sure about this, Nancy? Marrying that powerful man means ending things with Tad.”
“I’m sure. But not yet. Don’t tell anyone. Especially not Celia.”
Celia — the girl I once begged my father to adopt, the one I defended and called sister — betrayed me.
The two men who used to treat me like their world — my boyfriend Tad and our family friend Leo — now orbit around her like moths to a flame.
I thought I saved her, but she only wanted to replace me.
When Celia fell, they blamed me. When she got shot, they blamed me again. When I was in a car crash, they said it was an excuse to avoid “taking care of Celia.”
And the mysterious man who brought me for treatment, named Eric, became the only warmth I felt back then.
But I am Don DeLuca’s daughter.
And no one treats me this way and walks away unscathed.
My boyfriend? He can go to hell.
My so-called friends? They can rot with him.
Because now, I’m far more curious about the powerful man I’m going to marry.

“I don't want the cops.” Thompson resumed. “I want you. You're one of the very best detectives I know,"

A wave of silence passed, causing Thompson to grab his glass and finish whatever drink was left in it. He dropped the glass and turned into his friend one more time.

“I need you to help me find out who killed my wife and took my daughter.” The words poured out of him slowly. And dangerously.

Whoever it was, he was going to sniff them out.

And he was going to make them pay.


After five years of fighting for his country on the battlefield, Thompson Holbrook finally returns home, hoping to reunite with his family. But instead of warm embraces, he is met with tragedy.

His wife has been brutally murdered, and his daughter has vanished without a trace.

Grief nearly consumes him, but before he can process his loss, he is pulled into a larger fight. A deadly terrorist group, The Calvary, is on the verge of unleashing a powerful biochemical weapon that could wipe out the entire country and destroy the continent.

To stop them, National Security Adviser Jacob Russel recruits Thompson to lead an elite black-ops unit whose sole mission is to take down The Calvary before it's too late. But the deeper they go, the deadlier the mission becomes. Corruption runs deeper than they could ever imagine, and soon, Thompson begins to question who the real enemy is.

Can he dismantle The Calvary, uncover the truth behind his wife’s murder, and rescue his daughter from the shadows before it’s too late?

In bed, he gripped my hips, whispering, "Principessa." In public, he was Cosimo—the ruthless mafia don who dismissed me with an icy, "Piccola."
For three years after he bought me, he never touched me. But a year ago, when Caterina returned, everything changed. He became a man possessed, tearing my dresses to shreds in the dead of night, claiming me with wild fury. He even promised to marry me in seven days.
On a storm-drenched afternoon, clutching my positive pregnancy test, I rushed to his private club to surprise him.
But as my hand touched the doorknob, Cosimo’s cold warning drifted through the door.
"Marcellino, know your place as a double. My things—especially Serenella—are strictly off-limits."
My blood ran cold. I peeked through the gap.
Cosimo sat on the sofa, completely indifferent. And by the pool table stood a man with a face identical to his.

My husband's foster sister, Delilah, gets poisoned and ends up paralyzed. My husband, Grayson, the Don of this whole crime family, doesn't even bother checking the security cameras. He just throws me, two months pregnant, into the cistern where they punish traitors.

"Tessa, hand over the antidote, or die."

I kneel in the freezing swamp water and beg him. I didn't poison her.

He answers with a kick to the stomach.

For three straight days, I suffer down there. Leeches tear into my skin. My baby turns into a pool of black blood and dissolves into the filthy water. By the end, my vocal cords tear to shreds, my body goes cold, and I stop breathing.

His men get on their knees and beg him to spare me. He just sneers.

"That woman's always been good at playing the victim. No food, no medicine. Let her keep soaking."

Three days later, he finally walks into the cistern, and it's only to give me an ultimatum.

"Crawl out and apologize to Delilah on your knees. Otherwise I'll strip you of your title and sell you off to a trafficking ring. You'll wish you were dead."

No one answers him.

He has no idea. I already am.

If Tessa Rhodes had a list of things she could not stand in this world, Derek Saunders would be at the very top

Between school and her mom’s chemotherapy, Tessa does not have room for distractions, drama, or boys like him. She has a plan. Get in, work for her money, and get out.

Derek Saunders used to be untouchable. The school’s star quarterback, the golden boy everyone adored, until one scandal turned him into a liability no one wants to talk about. Now he is all sharp edges and silence, carrying a reputation he refuses to explain and a future that no longer feels guaranteed.

Then a job offer lands in Tessa’s lap. One that pays too well to ignore and places her inside Derek’s house, under his parents’ rules, and far closer to his life than she ever intended.

Derek does not make it easy. He is guarded, resentful, and clearly unimpressed by her presence. Tessa is determined not to care. This is temporary. This is survival.

What Tessa will not see coming is the attraction she will feel toward the one person she cannot stand.

"In this life, this place is where my revenge will begin."
"The first part of my revenge has begun. I will let my father see their true faces. Let's see how they handle it."


Amira Davis was a rising doctor with a bright future, until her stepsister kidnapped her, stole her kidney, and revealed the man Amira loved was part of the plan. Left for dead, Amira leapt to escape her pain… but fate gave her a second chance.
Reborn at 18, she returns with one mission: revenge.
When she saves the life of ruthless Mafia boss Leonardo Marchetti, he vows to protect her. But as passion ignites and secrets unravel, Amira discovers she's the daughter of Leonardo's deadliest enemy and her entire past was built on blood and lies.
Now caught between love and vengeance, family and betrayal, Amira must choose: destroy the man who stole everything or trust him to help her reclaim it all.
Revenge runs deep. Love cuts deeper.
Start reading now—Amira's war has only just begun.

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.