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Two things matter in my captor’s twisted world of crime…Power and money.
He stole me to gain both.

He’s a coldhearted monster with a reputation for violence.
So how can his touch make me ache with such need?

I refuse his proposal of marriage, of course.
But Anthony Rodriguez didn’t break in to listen to reason.
He’s going to make me his mafia bride.

Whether I want to or not.

I’m the Russian Mafia princess who caught the eye of the enemy.

Being kidnapped is nothing but business.
My dad is going to hunt this ruthless animal down.

That’s what I should be rooting for…

I should hate Anthony Rodriguez.
But when the corded muscles of his tattooed arms pull me in,
I feel safer than I ever have.

He watches me through the security cameras 24/7.
I find power in giving him something to look at.

My entire life has been controlled by my dad. But he is a dangerous stranger in my bed, clamping a rough hand over my mouth and warning me to stay silent.

I don’t know why my father stole from the American mafia when he has everything. And my terrifying intruder doesn’t care about the reason.

He just wants to claim a debt from my quivering body. But under his command and sheets, I’m discovering a new strength. I’m becoming this man's undoing.

Despite being trapped, at his mercy, and stolen from my family…
I might never want to leave my place stationed under him.

‘Kidnapped by my ruthless fiance’ is an enemies-to-lovers, Stockholm syndrome, cartel mafia romance.

Her marriage, which has lasted for three years, ends in a divorce. The whole city laughs at her and mocks her for being the abandoned wife of a wealthy family. Six years later, she returns to the country with a pair of twins. This time, she has taken a new lease on life and is now a world-renowned genius doctor. Countless men are now lining up to court her and marry her, until one day, her daughter tells her that “Daddy” has been on his knees for three days straight, begging to remarry her.Roxanne, a kind-hearted and innocent young woman, is married off to the wealthy and enigmatic businessman, Lucian. Roxanne’s life takes an unexpected turn as she finds herself in a loveless and suffocating marriage. Lucian is portrayed as a distant and cold husband, consumed by his own ambitions and scandals.Despite her efforts to be a dutiful wife, Roxanne's marriage becomes increasingly unbearable. She discovers that her husband is having an affair with a scheming socialite. Roxanne’s heartbreak and humiliation push her to the brink, leading her to make a daring decision: she leaves behind her luxurious life to find herself anew.Roxanne’s journey of self-discovery takes her to the bustling city of Paris. In the artistic and bohemian atmosphere, she begins to unravel the layers of her own identity. Through a series of chance encounters, she befriends the charismatic and free-spirited artist, Who in turn becomes Roxanne’s guide to a world of pa*sion, art, and liberation that she had never known before.As Roxanne navigates her new life, she gradually lets go of the constraints that had bound her in her former existence. The novel beautifully portrays her metamorphosis from a timid and abandoned wife to a confident and independent woman. Through mentorship, Roxanne discovers her own artistic talents and finds solace in painting, using the canvas as a means to express her emotions and aspirations.

Three years ago, Grant divorced me while I was pregnant.
That same day, I was in a car accident, and our baby didn’t survive. Grant never found out because he was celebrating another woman’s birthday.
Three years later, he decided that the son I had raised was his. He took the boy away without permission and exposed him to a cat, triggering a severe allergic reaction that nearly killed him.
When Grant finally knelt and begged me to take him back, I told him only one thing:
“I stopped loving you a long time ago.”

I thought I was the woman David couldn’t live without.
For our marriage, I gave up my career to stay in the kitchen, learning to cook all his favorite meals, and I endured every bit of hostility from his family without complaint.
I thought that was what love looked like—quiet devotion, two people growing old together. Until our third wedding anniversary.
During the World Cup final broadcast watched by millions, I saw him in the stadium stands… kissing my younger sister.
By the time I made it home, Lily already had my house key in her hand, standing in my own home like she had every right to be there.
“Don’t you understand?” she whispered with a smile. “You can’t even give him a child. What makes you think you deserve to be his wife?”
David didn’t stop her. He didn’t defend me. He just watched. And let it happen.
What they forgot was simple. That house? It was mine. Not his.

Ten years of knowing each other, today was our engagement.

I was the Holy Maiden of the Silverglow Clan; Kane was the young lord of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The union of the two clans to resist the blood-clan beast tide together had been my wish since childhood.

But on the wedding day, in the sacred hall, my palm faced his, only the final blood pact remaining, when a woman holding a blood-stained swaddling bundle rushed into the hall and said it was his child.

Kane rushed down. He cut his fingertip and tested the blood; the royal mark lit up between the wolf cub’s brows.

He smiled—a gentle smile he had never once given me in three years.

The elder said, first take her as a concubine; the queen’s position would still be mine.

And I walked down from the altar and slapped him across the face.

“Break off the engagement.”

Remove the crown, sever the contract, withdraw three thousand wolf riders, take back the moon-steel weapons and the beacon array.

Kane said I was throwing a tantrum.

He did not know that from the moment I took off the crown, I had already calculated how to make him pay!

"Daddy... so cold... and it hurts..." When my precious daughter Mia whispered these words in her weak voice, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The life-saving medicine was just ten meters away, but that damned anti-magic barrier had become an insurmountable chasm between life and death.
What made me even more furious was that the vampire guarding the gate not only extorted my life savings, but also demanded I kneel like a dog and lick his boots before he would open the door.
He didn't know that if the door stayed closed, it wouldn't just be my daughter who died—his son and mother would perish too!

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

For five years, my marriage was nothing but a lie, a perfect show Aiden staged for the entire family.
I loved him for more than a decade. And for his lover, he threw our five-year-old daughter, Chloe, into the basement to be fed to his Dobermans.
All because Chloe accidentally shattered an antique crystal cup, a so-called love token between Aiden and his precious Sophia.
I dropped to my knees and begged. He looked at me like I was nothing and said Family rules matter more than blood.
When I carried my daughter’s mutilated body out of that basement, fireworks were exploding on the rooftop above, celebrating his grand confession of love to Sophia.
He froze my accounts. And on the day of Chloe’s funeral, he took her to a concert.
I was holding my daughter’s ashes, trapped, desperate, with nowhere left to go when a message from an unknown number appeared. A car was waiting at the side gate. It was Daniel, my childhood friend.
Only after I disappeared with my daughter’s ashes did Aiden finally realize the truth—that the “sweet, innocent” Sophia was the real killer of his own child.

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

I once thought an arranged business marriage was already the end of the road.
I never imagined the real trap would be giving my heart to the wrong people.
My husband, Ethan, the man I had loved with everything I had, and Chloe, my best friend, the woman I once treated like a little sister, worked together to push me off a cliff.
My face was destroyed.
For three years, I crawled my way back from hell and rebuilt myself from the bones up.
I changed my face. I had myself made into the image of his dead mother.
Then, step by step, I planned my return and married his aging father, Victor.
At our wedding, I looked at Ethan and Chloe’s bloodless faces. My smile was gentle, but every inch of it was laced with poison.
Then I said softly, “Call me Mom.”

At the family banquet, a power-hungry male special assistant projected a dimly lit bed photo onto the massive screen. He claimed he had slept with my wife—the heiress to the family—and demanded I walk away from the marriage with nothing.
While all the relatives were waiting for me to become the laughingstock, my eyes landed on a red rose burn scar in the corner of the photo. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp. He had no idea that the woman he had just slept with was actually the wife of a psychopathic serial killer.

When Amelia Pierce finally admits her marriage is a gilded cage, one shattered glass and a chilling vow—I’ll never divorce you—send her straight into the orbit of Bryson Hearst: her new boss, her oldest secret, and the man who quietly bought a ring for her six years ago and locked it in his safe.

In a world of penthouse boardrooms and whispered scandal, Bryson is the kind of dangerous that feels like safety. He moves her into protection, runs her a jasmine-scented bath instead of crossing a line, and promises to destroy her husband in the daylight and worship her in the dark. But Amelia’s freedom has a price: West Coast deals that turn volatile, an ex-assistant with receipts and a grudge, and a powerful family that believes Pierce women never leave.

As a covert investigation exposes more than a cover-up, and a storage unit full of sins, Amelia signs away every claim to her husband’s fortune—she doesn’t want his money, only her life back. The clock is ticking: four weeks to a court date, four weeks of stolen mornings and velvet-box confessions, four weeks for a man who has loved her from afar to prove he can love her up close without touching her until she’s free.

Lush, addictive, and breathless with restraint, More Than I Knew is a high-heat, high-stakes contemporary romance where consent is the sexiest power move, protection reads like possession, and a woman chooses herself—then the man who’s been choosing her all along.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

For the three years since I returned to the Hart family, I had always been the wildly out-of-place “burden.”

Vivienne, the family’s beloved fake heiress, broke a contract on her own and provoked a local gang. She was taken hostage and tortured in an abandoned auto repair shop.

To save his precious sister, my brother, Ryan, did not hesitate to trade me to the gang in exchange for Vivienne.
“She’s a movie star, and you’re just a useless nobody. It’s only natural for you to take her place and suffer a little.”
He looked coldly at the gang members who were eyeing me like hungry wolves, and violently shoved me toward them.
“Tonight, she belongs to you.”

Right before they dragged me away, I managed to call my husband, Alex, begging for help. But he rejected me ruthlessly, acting as if my plea was some cheap scam:
“Stop playing the victim. Why would they ever hurt you? Hurry up and clean up this mess. Don't let a girl like Vivienne face those thugs all by herself.”

Bang.
The heavy iron doors of the gang’s hideout slammed shut.
There were no negotiations. What greeted me was a merciless rain of fists, my clothes brutally torn to shreds, and the blinding flashes of cameras.
Amidst the ultimate degradation, they took photos of me, pinched my jaw, and violated my dignity over and over again.

At 4:00 AM, I was tossed out onto the street in front of my own house like a piece of discarded trash.
Upon dragging myself inside, Vivienne immediately began dropping hints to the family, implying that I was the one who tricked her into signing the illegal gang contract.
My family cursed me, telling me to drop dead.
My heart plummeted into a bottomless abyss of darkness. Numbly swallowing the bloody foam pooling in my mouth, I let out a hoarse, broken laugh.

“Since my return was a mistake from the very beginning…”
“Then why didn’t they just let me die?”

I fucked the daughter of my best friend. Now I have to safeguard her.
Skye needs to learn how to swim in my infinity pool.
That sounds like a great deal.

And I know precisely what my malicious purpose is.

Take her in the water with my hands on her curves.

I know it's terrible, but she's as desperate as I am.

Our affair will be our little secret.

My former business partner, on the other hand, is out for vengeance.

He's threatening to go public and reveal our identities.

It'll wreck us both.

So I'll be one step ahead of him.
I'll protect her... even if it means marrying her

Arielle young omega of 21 years old was rejected broken and hurt by the people she called her family and her mate.

She was taken in and made a slave by her aunt and uncle since she lost her parents...

Rumours had said that she is cursed because she murdered her parents in cold blood the very day she turned eight.

Since then her uncle took her in and made her a slave.

Everyone hated her and tagged her as the cursed omega.

Alpha Liam who is supposed to be her mate rejected her, claiming that she is an omega and a weakling.

"I am the future Alpha of the Lock Heart Pack and the strongest of all."

"How do you expect me to rule the pack with a weakling I called a mate by my side."

Those were the words he said before rejecting Arielle as his mate.

Arielle accepted his rejection but promised to come back for revenge.

She promised to revenge on her mate and every one of them who tortured her.

Arielle ran away to a very far clan where she was trained to become strong and fearless.

The once rejected Omega became a strong Alpha and she was given a second chanced mate by the moon goddess.

As a young and newly qualified detective, Superintendent Signe Brask is put on the case of 10-year-old Mille who has disappeared without a trace during a family trip. Despite a vigorous search, the girl is never found. Ten years later, a young woman shows up in Copenhagen claiming to be Mille. The family welcomes her home, but where has she been for 10 years? When Signe goes to close the case, she makes some unexpected discoveries. And that's exactly when the family is hit by a new tragedy....

On the night of her first shift, Sarah, 18, expects everything to change—and a lifetime with the Alpha. But the one thing happens that she doesn’t expect.She fails to shift.In an instant, Sarah loses everything: her pack, her mate, and her future. An outcast in the woods, Sarah wonders about the mysterious rogue who haunts the den’s perimeters. But she is just a human now.Can she enter into a forbidden romance with a wolf?And who, in the end, is her true mate?

"Ahh, just like that. Fuck me deeper!"
Amelia's moans filled the air, her body betraying her desire for the ruthless man who claimed her.
But behind the passion lay a darker truth.
Her life spiraled into misery when she was caught in the webs of slavery by the merciless Mafia Don, Alessandro DeMarco.
As punishment for daring to infiltrate his powerful organization, Alessandro made her his slave—bound to serve him forever. Amelia's heart burned with betrayal, especially by the man she once loved, who lured her into destruction and abandoned her when she needed him most.
Resigned to her fate, Amelia worked for the Don as his possession, torn between hatred and the dangerous attraction that grew stronger with every stolen touch.
What happens when love begins to blur the lines between punishment and passion?
Will Alessandro be able to control his feelings for her?
Or will Amelia surrender completely to the deadly Mafia Don who makes her body tremble… and her heart betray her?

I, Hailey, thought my fated mate would be the one to stand by me, but he rejected me. And now, in the midst of a string of supernatural killings, I'm trapped, kidnapped to aid in the hunt for the murderer.

I've always been a bit of an outcast—hybrid witch-fae—banished from the place I called home. The Twin Crescent Moon wolf pack and my coven had a long history of intertwining, yet their alpha, the one destined to be mine, wanted nothing to do with my unusual psychic powers.

Five long years have passed since his rejection, and now, a witch's life has been taken right in my own neighborhood. Despite my roommate's warnings, I feel compelled to dig into this.

Enough with the parlor tricks I perform at the bar using my visions. This is real, a genuine serial killer targeting witches. And I won't sit idly by.

Then, there's Matteo, my fated mate, swaggering into town with all his pomp, demanding that I use my gifts to solve a murder within his own pack. But I'm done bending to his commands.

Of course, he doesn't take no for an answer. He just shoves me into his car, shutting down any further discussion.

His father's life has been taken, and now he expects me to help, despite the fact that these very powers were the reason he turned his back on me in the first place.

If only I had maced him the moment I saw him.

"He’s a monster, and you’re protecting him?!" Ariel shouted.

"You’re the one pointing a weapon at someone who has done you nothing, and you call him the monster?" Talia spat back.

"How can you defend him after everything he’s done to you?! He and his kind are all monsters - and they need to be dealt with!"

It's been almost a decade since the last time the quiet town in the north experienced an attack from the supernatural world. Now things are happening once again. Wolves are fleeing across the borders. Safe havens light up the night sky. There are people moving in the shadows, hunting for the true source of power. No in the town is safe when the shadows from the past decide to catch up with the present. Everyone has to make a choice - fight or flight?

Scarlet Langston never thought she'd find herself at the mercy of the man who once held her heart. Five years ago, she left Tucker Beaumont to protect herself from the scars of a broken love. But when her family's house is threatened, she has nowhere else to turn. Desperate, she seeks out the only man who can help Tucker, now a ruthless billionaire with an empire of his own.

Tito Hayes has never lived like a normal eighteen-year-old.
Her childhood was stolen the day her father died in a hit-and-run—leaving her to care for her alcoholic mother while juggling school and multiple jobs. She promised herself she’d never abandon her mother, no matter the cost.

But one night changes everything. Attacked in a dark alley, Tito and her mother are saved by a mysterious stranger—cold, commanding, dangerous. He vanishes just as suddenly, only to reappear in their lives weeks later… as her mother’s new boyfriend.

Now Tito finds herself trapped in a world of money, power, and secrets. The villa, the luxury cars, the elite school—all provided by the man who hides tattoos under tailored suits and lectures by day, only to lead a ruthless biker gang by night.

Her mother calls him a savior. Tito calls him a threat.
But when his gaze lingers too long, when his voice lowers just for her, Tito can’t deny the dangerous pull between them.

He saved her life once.
He might destroy it next.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

I was breathtakingly beautiful.

When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.

My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.

By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.

Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”

Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”

Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.

My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.

“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”

Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.

That night, she was trending.

[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]

She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”

The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.

That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.

“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”

Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.

I opened the system panel.

[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]

Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.

I was taking it back.

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.

[WARNING: this story contains scenes that turn from fuzzy to spicy hot without warning.]
Powerful magic runs in Aeon’s blood. She whispers in the air, and the universe responds. But in a land where magic is forbidden and painfully suppressed by the ruling Lycaons, she must toe the line and live as best she could without wielding it. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she saves Diego, a man in the brink of death, floating in the marshes. She falls for him, he falls for her, but her ever-after twists and shoves her into the dark arena of the Alpha King’s harem. Her forced submission turns into hot romance once Alexander, the Alpha King, marks her as his mate. And as the tenderness between them grows, so did her belly.
So, who’s the father? Aeon is unsure. But Alexander claims it, and the Queen Mother wants her out of the Alpha King’s life once she gives birth to the royal heir. Aeon won’t allow it. She has given everything she’s got, but no one shall take her baby from her. She runs for the hills. She escapes the Queen Mother’s troops through rain and mud and muck, only to be captured by rogue rebels in the woods.
Relief washes over her as she discovers Diego is their leader, but the look of disdain in his eyes unnerves her, as he stares at the baby bump under what’s left of her dress.
“Pregnant with the Alpha King’s Heir” explores themes of self-discovery, the power of love, and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to challenge the status quo. Through Aeon’s journey, readers witness her transformation from a fearful young woman constrained by society to a formidable force for change, determined to reclaim her freedom and the man she loves, and create a better world for her child.