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“To think that you this filthy whore is my mate, the goddess must be joking." Alpha Vincent said with a voice dripping with venom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw his handsome face but his cruel words sliced through my skin like a dagger.

My lips quivered when I parted them to speak, “I am not a whore." It came out like a whisper and I fucking hate it.

”Oh," Alpha Vincent said with sarcasm as he took long strides toward me. I had to remind myself that he was taller than me.

“Are you going to tell me it was all a misunderstanding and someone set you up?" Alpha Vincent asked with sarcasm and I smelled alcohol.

“How... did you know that?" I stuttered as I gripped the side of my dress.

“He is drunk!" I realized and held my dress tightly to my side.

I thought he didn't know about what happened, but how could I think that the Alpha wouldn't be aware of what happened?

“The walls have ears, princess." He said, more of sarcasm and I wish the ground would swallow me up right now.

“But to think you let a man touch you, I can as well treat you as my whore," he added and this time, he was closer to me and I could taste his breath on my lips.

Quinn spent eighteen years being told she was cursed, unwanted, and unworthy of a mate bond at all. She survived by believing that when her mates finally found her, everything would change.

She was right. Just not the way she hoped.

On her eighteenth birthday, the bond did not point to one man. It pointed to three, the most feared generals in the werewolf world, bound together by a prophecy no one has seen fulfilled in three hundred years. They were supposed to be her salvation.

Instead, a lie reached them first. Convinced their fated mate was a woman who sold herself for money, they claimed her anyway, not out of love, but out of the need to control what they believed she was. Punishing hands. Cruel smiles. A cage dressed up as devotion.

Quinn survived worse than three angry mates. What she did not expect was the truth waiting underneath their cruelty, a bloodline stolen from her at birth, a murder buried for eighteen years, and a woman pulling every string from the shadows who needs Quinn broken before she ever learns what she really is.

They swore to ruin her. They have no idea what they actually woke up.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, the prisoner refuses to meet with you."

Two months later.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert the prisoner still refuses to meet with you."

Six months later

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, the prisoner is firm and still refuses to meet with you."

One year later.

"Mr. Robert, sorry, we asked, and she refuses to meet with you, persistently."

Two years later.

"Mr. Robert, she doesn't want to see you."

The female guard in uniform politely spoke to the man in front of her.

Upon hearing this, the man paused and then said to the female guard.

"You tell her for me that I will marry her when she comes out."

Anna doesn't believe that a man who has been in love for ten years will betray her.

In the adjournment room, Anna sat sluggishly on the chair. Two days in court left her exhausted.

"Robert, do you really want to push me to hell?"

"Your father pushed my mother into the sea, and I'll make his daughter's life worse than death. It s fair, right?"

Anna eyes were flled with tears, but she stubbornly raised her head and held it back.

When she looked at Robert again, she took on a pleading look and said,

"For the sake of the past ten years we have been together, would you drop your case?"

Robert stood up, looking at her from a high position, coldly snorted.

"Heh, I have been waiting this day for ten years. How could | drop it?"

Looking at her miserable appearance, Robert heart seemed to have cracked a ittle. He frowned, suppressing that feeling, and cruelly said:

"But you still have some time left. Next week is my engagement party with Lily. This is the invitation, and you are welcome to attend."

He dumped the invitation on Scarlet's body with contempt, and walked away without looking back.

Anna looked at the white invitation letter, as if the last ounce of her strength had been taken away. She fell into a chair, and could not even breathe.

When she and Robert were together, he never said he wanted to marry her.

Now he was getting married, and she was going to jail.

Anna hung her head, covered her face with both hands, and let the tears fall all over her cheeks.

When the trial started again, Anna stood quietly at the defendant's table and listened to the judge's statement.

" Defendant!"

Anna came back to her senses, and instead of looking at the judge, she looked at Robert.

Suddenly, she smiled, quiet and well- behaved, just like the first time when they met and she called him "honey' '.

Robert.' heart trembled by her gaze as if something was flowing away.

"Robert., my father is dead, and he had it coming, and I also have to go to jail."

"From now on, we are even! The past ten years, I will pretend I never met you....

Tears broke out from Anna eyes; she turned her head to the judge and said,

"I plead guilty!"

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

At the Eternal Night Realm admission ceremony, Carly suddenly grabs my hand.

My heart pounds. I think he is going to announce our relationship to the entire continent.

Instead, he says, "Eve, thanks for everything these past five years. But Lym didn't make the cut. She's hurting right now, and I need to go back and be there for her."

He crushes the realm token right in front of thousands of people.

For five years, I hid my pureblood lord identity. I drained my magic until I literally coughed up blood, quietly paving every step of his way.

I thought we loved each other. I thought after this ceremony we would rise to the top together.

But his casual thanks for everything crushes five years of my devotion into dust.

What is even more laughable is that the moment the online backlash hits Lym, he calls me on the comms.

"Eve! You need to put out a statement to clear this up right now! As my friend, you owe me this!"

Friend?

My hand holding the crystal shakes.

I was six years old when Mom took my brother and me by the hand, leading us into a mansion that looked like a palace. She told us this was our new beginning, after all the hardships we'd been through. But no one warned me that this so-called better life would mean giving up everything I had.

My scholarships, my prom dress, even my Stanford acceptance letter—they all turned into bargaining chips just to keep my stepfather and his daughter Sienna happy. Then, the night before my wedding, they even asked my fiancé to "temporarily" give himself to her as well.

I've always been the one giving everything, pouring myself out until there's nothing left, yet I've never heard the words, "You're enough." If love means endless sacrifice, why am I never the one on the receiving end?

Maybe only when I vanish completely will they remember my name—for the first and last time.

I tried twenty times to finalize my betrothal with Caius for our overseas fellowship, but accidents kept hurting me. I thought it was fate’s test—until I heard him admit he planned it all. He wanted another girl, using my pain to make me quit, all to keep his reputation clean. Now awake, I ended this lie for good.

At the Met Gala, I heard my husband tell his friends in French that I'm "boring." That his 22-year-old girlfriend is "so much more exciting in bed."

He laughed when they asked if I knew. "Elle ne comprend même pas 'bonjour'." (She doesn't even understand 'bonjour'.)

What Marcus doesn't know: I spent two years at the Sorbonne.

Je comprends tout, Marcus. I understand everything.

The diamond necklace he gave me after my miscarriage suddenly feels too tight. I smile at him across the champagne and candlelight.

He has no idea what's coming.

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

The floodwaters rushed into the basement, trapping my sister Isabella and me in the surging currents.

My brother, a former Navy SEAL, smashed through the window. Without a second of hesitation, he secured the rescue rope around Isabella.

"You're a good swimmer, figure your own way up! Isabella can't take the cold, I have to get her out first!"

He abandoned me and turned to hoist the rope, accidentally kicking away the only wooden crate keeping me afloat.

Once Isabella was pulled up, she reached down and slid the outer latch, deadlocking the only vent grate.

The floodwaters instantly swallowed me whole. Mud and debris violently surged into my mouth and nose. I was drowned alive.

I've caught my fiancé Henry cheating ninety-nine times. And every single time, I forgave him.

That's because I have this rare condition—short-term memory loss. Every morning, I wake up with no memory of what happened the day before.

But then, out of nowhere, a car accident actually cured me.

I was so excited. I rushed over to tell Henry the good news, but stopped cold when I heard him outside the door, joking around with his friends:

"Didn't Judy get sick because she walked in on you and Kenna having sex?"

The Blood Moon Festival ended the night Caelan Voss stood up in front of every faction in Aurevael and announced he only wanted one person.
Her name wasn't mine.
The other consorts took their gold and went home. The Ironpact warriors headed back to their barracks. The Sylvari delegation slipped out before the second toast. The Covenant scholars packed their notes. Reunions. Celebrations. The kind of night the holiday was made for.
I had nowhere to go.
The mark on my inner wrist had always been warm. Just a low, steady pulse—easy to ignore after a few years, like a clock you stop hearing. I pressed my fingers over it out of habit.
Cold.
The contract was over. Twenty-one years, four failed routes, and now this. The ancient binding that had pulled me into this world had made its verdict.
I went to find a rope.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

The fake heiress and I died twice fighting over the same thing—which of us would get adopted by that wealthy couple.

The first time, I got the necklace. I became their daughter. I thought I'd finally have everything I'd ever wanted. Three months later, they drowned me in the bathtub.

William's voice still echoes in my head. "This is your fault! If we'd taken Chloe instead, she'd still be alive!"

The second time, I gave Chloe the necklace. Let her have the good life. I thought that would keep me safe.

Five years later, Chloe turned up dead in their mansion. The Harringtons called the cops on me. They said I broke in and killed her out of jealousy. I died in prison, broken and tortured. The last thing I heard was Catherine's voice through the visiting room glass, cold as ice. "You belong in the gutter."

The third time, I open my eyes again.

I watch the couple smile at us, all warmth and kindness, and one question burns in my mind. Which daughter do they actually want?

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

The space between them disappeared. She arched into him, tilting her head as his lips traced a slow path down her jaw, then lower.

Goodness, she wanted more.


Valentina De Luca was never meant to be a Caruso bride. That was her sister's role—until Alecia ran off with her fiancé, leaving behind a family drowning in debt and a deal that couldn’t be undone. Now, Valentina is the one offered up as collateral, forced into marriage with Naples’ most dangerous man.

Luca Caruso has no use for a woman who wasn’t part of the original bargain. To him, Valentina is nothing more than a replacement, a means to reclaim what was promised to him. But she isn’t as fragile as she seems. And the more their lives tangle, the harder she is to ignore.

Everything begins to go well for her, well, until her sister returns. And with her, the kind of trouble that could ruin them all.

In a world of debt, desperation, and dangerous desires, Hannah never imagined her survival would lead her into the arms of a powerful and mysterious man.

Struggling to save her ailing mother and escape crushing financial ruin, Hannah enters a high-stakes arrangement that promises to solve her problems—but at what cost? Leonardo, a man with shadows darker than night and power beyond imagination, offers her everything she needs. Luxury. Security. Protection.

But in the treacherous landscape of wealth and power, nothing is as simple as it seems.

As Hannah navigates a complex web of sugar dating, corporate warfare, and unexpected emotions, she discovers that some bargains come with strings that can either save you or destroy you completely.

When lines between transaction and passion blur, and enemies circle like sharks, Hannah must decide: Is survival worth the price of her soul?

"Hello, wifey! You have been very quiet since our wedding. We should have some fun," Matteo wrapped his arm around her neck, causing her to wince.
"We should dance, Laura!" Matteo said, causing Liana to grunt in annoyance.
"My name is Liana!" She corrected, but he scoffed at her.
"Who gives his daughter that kind of weird name? Liana!" Matteo sniggered.
"Come on, let's go shake our bodies!" Matteo tried to drag her up, but she refused to stand.
"I am too tired." She found the perfect excuse to give, but she knew that she didn't want to go because she hated him.
Surprisingly, Matteo didn't try to press further.
"I hope you are ready for tonight, Liana. I have been saving myself to make this night a memorable one. Your uncle tells me that you have never been touched by a man, but we know that's just an illusion of an old priest."
The look Matteo saw on Liana's face was far from what he was expecting.
"You are a virgin?" He asked, shocked before she could even nod in response.
"Goodness gracious!" Matteo couldn't believe it.
"Little saint!" He teased her, but nothing he did or said seemed pleasant to Liana.
She didn't bother to look at him again while he kept his eyes on her, unable to fathom the nature of her innocence.
"I am bored. Come kiss me…" Matteo grabbed Liana by her waist, and without warning, he tried to kiss her.
"Let go of me!" She yelled, and a slap followed.
Silence followed the loud gasp that left her.
Liana was afraid, thoughts of what he could do to her filled her mind.
Then suddenly Matteo began to laugh, and he leaned forward and spoke to her with a whisper.
"This is going to be fun. I always did like breaking things."


Liana DeLuca grew up in silence, obeying every rule beneath her uncle's strict church roof. So when he's forced her into marriage with a notorious mafia playboy, her world is turned upside down. Matteo Romano is sin in human form, and Liana wants nothing to do with him.
But Matteo isn't used to hearing "no". He's indulged in every pleasure life has to offer...except a woman like Liana. She's innocent, unwavering, and completely unimpressed by his power.
He wants her. She wants him to beg.
In a world of secrets, violence, and irresistible desire, Liana is drawn deeper into the mafia underworld, and deeper into Matteo's arms. But can love survive when it's built on lies? Or will Matteo's past destroy the only good thing he's ever wanted?

Olivia had only one problem and that was falling in love at first sight, the man she thought was her everything and the love of her life turned out to be a cold-blooded murderer. And when she suffered betrayal at the hands of people she trusted, she was saved by a man she loathed more than anything, A Ruthless Mafia King. However, to have her revenge. She signed a contract with her saviour who wasn't what she thought he was and wanted more than she could give.
He was cruel, mentally unstable and feared. He killed whoever challenged him mercilessly. Pedro Ramirez had a dark past to be loathed. He never cared about any woman until he saved a helpless female who was nearly murdered by her lover. And he made her his, there was no escape from his cage. She was his redemption, the one his heart yearned for but he was the hell she was running away from.
A Ruthless devil she feared and wanted nothing to do with. But under the aggression and obsession was a harmless creature seeking love and affection. Will Olivia fall for the monster and cure his heart? Warning: contains mature content, read at your own risk!

(Book II of the Mafia's Girl Series. )

(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!)

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.

Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.

Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *

Arielle never saw Gabriel Flynn coming, but once he arrived, her life was no longer her own.
He didn't just bring danger and secrets; he was the storm that leveled her carefully built innocence.
Now, amidst the wreckage of blood feuds and power plays, their obsession is a beautiful disaster—one that's dragging them both toward the edge.

Marcella Vale's family was slaughtered, and the murder weapon bore Lorenzo De Luca's crest, the serpent-and-cross mark of Sicily's most feared mafia don. When she's forced into marriage with him, she goes willingly, a knife hidden in her wedding bouquet and murder in her heart.

Lorenzo De Luca sees his new bride's hatred and finds it intoxicating. In a world of calculated lies, her fury is honest, raw, and he wants to twist it into something else entirely. He circles her like a predator, touching her when she least expects it, almost-kissing her until she trembles, whispering dark promises against her skin. He knows she wants to kill him. He's determined to make her want him more.

But Marcella is falling for the man she came to destroy, and it's tearing her apart. Every touch weakens her resolve. Every stolen moment makes her question the evidence. And when she discovers he might not be her family's killer, the real monster emerges from the shadows, someone who orchestrated their marriage as the ultimate weapon.

Now the vengeful bride and her mafia king must play the most dangerous game of all: pretending to be in love while hunting the traitor in their midst. But the line between pretense and reality is blurring, and in their world, love is the deadliest weapon of all.

“They want you dead.” I managed to say, my voice barely audible.

“I don't care!” He yelled.

“Its not possible, the two most powerful Mafia's want you dead,Dante.” The tears I tried so hard to conceal all came pouring down. I didn't want to leave him. I didn't want to go.

“I don't fucking care.” His words hung tight in the air. “It's you Veronica, I want you.” He whispered the words I so badly longed to hear.

His voice went deadly calm.

“The rest can all burn in hell.”


All he ever knew was pain. She wanted to be his comfort.

Damon is a determined and cold-hearted man, driven by vengeance after the tragic loss of his parents. When Elena, a young doctor, accidentally crosses his path, he becomes obsessed with her, so he proposes a marriage of convenience just to have her around.

As they struggle to reconcile their differences and intense attraction, Damon and Elena become entangled in a dangerous game of power, love, and conflicts. It is a captivating story that combines romance, suspense, and thrilling twists. Amid stolen kisses and tension-filled gazes, Damon and Elena must confront their dark past and the dangerous consequences of their forced marriage.

SYNOPSIS

“Remember,” he growled, his voice roughly caressing against the shell of my ear. His large and scarred hand splayed possessively on my stomach, pulling me back against the hard wall of his chest. We were a twisted parody of a loving couple, nestled in the bed we once shared.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling. “I—I can’t. I'm fucking trying.”

His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, a gesture that felt anything but tender. “Try harder, malyshka. The man who put that bullet in your head is in this house. He smiles at me across the dinner table. And you’re the only one who can point a finger.”

He shifted, and I felt the cold, hard steel of a pistol being pressed into my palm, his fingers closing mine around the grip.

“So remember. Before I have to burn this whole fucking world down to find him with you in it”

Antonio Rodriguez reigns as the ice-cold mafia king—his heart buried beneath betrayal and ambition.
When Isabella Albero is auctioned to him by her own father, her world shatters overnight.
Desperate for freedom, she plots to buy herself back…
unaware that Antonio has already become obsessed with her.
But Isabella is no helpless pawn.
She's fierce. Resilient. And refuses to belong to anyone.
As desire clashes with control, the tension between them ignites—dangerous, addictive, and impossible to ignore.
Just as she begins to break through his icy walls,
her vengeful ex steps out of the shadows, ready to claim what he believes is his.
Will Isabella finally break free from her past—
or uncover a truth powerful enough to destroy them both?
"I own you, Isabella. Every little part of you has my name on it," Antonio taunted.
"If I ever see you with another man… I'll make you watch as I slit his throat."

Antonio Rodriguez reigns as the ice-cold mafia king, a man whose heart is locked away behind walls built by betrayal and ambition.

But when Isabella Albero finds herself auctioned to him by her own father, her life is thrust into chaos.

Desperate to reclaim her freedom, she forms a plan to buy herself back, unaware of Antonio's obsession with her.

Isabella is not naive—she’s fierce, resilient, and unwilling to be anyone’s possession.

As their paths intertwine, the tension between obligation and desire escalates, awakening feelings neither saw coming.

Just as Isabella begins to crack the icy armor around Antonio’s heart, her vengeful ex emerges from the shadows, determined to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his.

Will Isabella shatter the chains of her past? Or will she uncover a truth that could tear her and Antonio apart?


"I own you, Isabella. Every little part of you has my name on it," Antonio taunted me. "If I see you with another man again, I will make you watch as I slit his throat."

He doesn’t ask. He takes.
And now... I’m his bride.

I never planned to marry a man like Nico Moretti—ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone in this city.
But my father’s debt has a price, and Nico came to collect.

Cold kisses. Dangerous vows. A wedding dress stitched with secrets.

To the world, he’s a mafia king.
To me, he’s a captor in a custom suit.
And yet every time he touches me, I forget to hate him.

He says I belong to him now.
Heart, body, and soul.

But in this deadly game of power and blood, the most dangerous thing I could do... is fall in love with my husband.

“Mafia’s pretty payment” is a dark, steamy, enemies-to-lovers romance with an obsessive antihero, a forced marriage, and a heroine who just might break the don’s heart—or lose hers trying.

A single solo trip changed Evan’s life forever, one he never imagined would lead him into the hands of the ruthless mafia boss, Iosif. Forced into his world, Iosif becomes Evan’s worst nightmare, leaving scars Evan can never forget.

Just when Evan finally begins living an ordinary life again, Iosif returns, this time as his savior. But salvation comes with a price. Iosif’s love is obsessive, possessive, and dangerous.

Will Evan be able to accept Iosif’s twisted devotion… or will it destroy him all over again?

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.

Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.

"P... please, don't do this" I muttered up the courage to speak this words. My voice pleading and my eyes desperate to get to him. " I can't wait any longer. You don't know how bad I want you, even your tears turns me on" His face came closer to me. I could feel his warmth breath on my face, his words send chill down my body.

☆☆☆

When a dangerous captor sets his sight on a young girl and he knew he needs to have her even if it means taking her against her will .

“Why did you bend over, Maverick?”
 
“Because you told me to, asshle.”
 
“I’m so tempted to fck you right now. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever been with, the only beautiful thing I see and have.”
 
“Then what are you waiting for? Just punish me already!”


MAVERICK

As a working college student, I struggle to make ends meet until a stranger approaches me with a proposal—to be his employer’s wife for an enormous sum of money.

Knowing the cash will help me pay my grandmother’s medical bills, I accept the offer with a demand—just a marriage of convenience, no intimacy.

It’s too late to realize I’m marrying the charming and gorgeous to a fault, young Mr. Winston. And there’s this instant fire between us despite my inhibitions.

Things get more complicated when our sham marriage is put to the test by his father, who threatens to expose my dirty little secret.


LAKE

Being a Braddson-Winston heir is sometimes a curse. My father is a real SOB and a pain in my ass. He makes one outrageous demand for me to secure the CEO seat in the company—marriage.

So I found a perfect bride— Maverick Bates II, who is beautiful but in a dire financial situation. I only ask two things. We stay MBA and keep things purely business until the contract ends. As simple as that.

It was meant to be a straightforward deal, but each day I get to know her, my position is not the only thing at stake but also my heart.

I realize I can’t let her go even if she’s the daughter of the ruthless don of Sicilianos.

Elena Langston,” he said, his voice like smoke and secrets, “I’m Dante Virello. And I’m here to claim what was promised to me.”

Her breath caught. “I—I don’t know you.”

“No,Not yet honey” he said. “But you will.”


Dante Virello doesn’t forgive.
He doesn’t forget.
And he always collects what he’s owed.

Power is his weapon. Fear is his currency. Revenge is the only language he speaks until Elena walks into his world and rewrites every rule he’s ever lived by.

She’s soft where he’s ruthless.
Tempting where he’s lethal.
And every breath she takes pulls him deeper into a hunger he can’t control.

She should be untouchable.
She should be off-limits.
She belongs to the man who destroyed him.

But Dante has never wanted what was easy.

Her voice drives him mad.
Her body becomes his weakness.
And once he tastes her, obsession replaces vengeance.

Blood will be spilled.
Secrets will burn.
And Dante will take what he wants again and again until the world knows one truth:
Elena was never meant to be saved.
She was meant to be claimed.

This isn’t love.
This is possession.

"Do you think you can walk into my bed, throw your body, and virginity to me as a distraction—steal from me, and get away with it?"
"Pl-please let me go, sir. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anything about any chip. I'm begging you," Olivia cried painfully.
Nero's hand left her hair and came to wrap around her slender, fair neck. 
He remembered peppering lots of kisses on this swanlike neck but would not hesitate to snap it if she continued in her attempt to fool him.
"Think very carefully about the next answer you're going to give me, because I would snap your fragile neck like a fucking twig if it's not satisfactory to me."


Olivia crossed paths with the ruthless mafia boss, Nero, on the day she planned to elope with her boyfriend, after her mother forced her to join the convent. She had no idea that she had left with more than his jacket. 
She escaped with a chip that contained the secrets of his business empire and his heir in her womb. Olivia is kidnapped and taken to Italy and into a world she never imagined... filled with danger, betrayal, lies, and death. 
Truths become lies and lies become the only true thing in the world of and Nero. 
Will love and trust ever be enough when survival and truth is paramount?

Isla Monroe never meant to fall for anyone, especially not him.
Luciano Moretti is everything she should avoid: cold, powerful, untouchable. A man whose name is spoken in hushed tones across the city. The king of the underground. The devil in a suit. And now, her stepbrother.

What began as tension turned into temptation. A look held too long. A touch that lingered. A breath stolen in the dark. One wrong move was all it took, and suddenly Isla is caught in Luciano’s dangerous web, where morality has no meaning and desire is a deadly game.

He tells her she belongs to him.
She tells herself she should run.
But there’s something about the way he touches her like he owns her. The way his voice dips low when she disobeys. The way the world fades when he’s near.

Luciano’s world is ruthless. There are no second chances. No happy endings. And yet, Isla doesn’t pull away.

She should hate him. Fear him.
But instead, she aches for him.

Luciano was never supposed to care. He built his empire on ice, on blood, on silence. But Isla is fire, untamed, defiant, and dangerously pure. Her innocence taunts him. Her curves tempt him. Her lips are the only sin he’s never had the strength to resist.

He wants to protect her, but he can’t stop breaking her.
She wants to escape, but she keeps crawling back.

What they feel isn't healthy. It isn't safe. It isn’t love.
But it’s real. It’s raw. It’s consuming.

And it will ruin them both.

She's his weakness. He's her destruction.

One forbidden night changed everything.
And now, there’s no turning back.

Some lines, once crossed, were never meant to be redrawn.
And some obsessions?
But can she really overcome the burns of the underworld?

“He gave her a ring. She came for his blood.”

Kira Antonova married the most feared man in Moscow. Not for love—but for revenge. Maxim Belov, head of the Bratva, is her enemy… and her only way to uncover the truth about her aunt’s brutal murder.

With a smile on her lips and a knife behind her back, Kira plays the part of the perfect mafia wife. But the deeper she slips into Maxim’s world, the more uncertain her heart becomes. He’s ruthless, yes—but not without scars. Not without secrets.

As passion ignites and loyalties fracture, Kira must decide: Will she finish what she started—or will her vendetta destroy them both?

In a world where love is lethal and truth is never simple…
Can vengeance survive desire?

Bella Trump is an aspiring Actress that wanted to fulfill her life long dream as well as her dead mother's of becoming a famous actress.

Her dream and wishes were aborted when she had a one night stand with a man by mistake and her father gave her a mission to spy on the notorious Mafia group in the city if she wanted him to help in sponsoring her Career.

Bella had no other choice than to venture into the Lion's den and there she met the least expected person! The man she slept with.

Gaston Lewiston, the most notorious Mafia lord that ushered several drug distribution across the state.

As things goes on, Bella discovered that behind the mask of a notorious Mafia Lord was a loving man with a painful past.

What happened when Bella asked him to marry her because he slept with her so that she could spy on him?

" When I don't get a thing...I ruin it," he said and then started laughing maniacally.

"And believe me nobody wants a ruined girl."

And now she understood her life is ended.

Ayzel is a beautiful, innocent orphan girl, trapped by an agent to trap a Mafia don. Under a planned scheme, she enters the Mafia's
den and becomes the victim of that ruthless Mafia don's lust. She comes to know that the day her mother died giving birth to her in an orphanage, the very day a bloody massacre happens in this family.
Will Ayzel accomplish the mission or get herself destroyed by that mafia don? will she find the secret of her paternity before it's too late?
will she be able to survive the web of lies, lust, and danger?

Discover a world of danger and desire in ‘The Brotherhood.’ Amina Latif, sheltered her entire life, finds herself kidnapped on her first day at university in Moscow. Held captive by the Ivan,a trusted member of the powerful Brotherhood, their relationship takes an unexpected turn as love blossoms in the most unlikely circumstances.
Amidst the chaos of rival gangs and a desperate struggle for power, Amina Latif and Ivan connection deepens. But when The Ivan faces punishment and a tragic gang war erupts, their future hangs in the balance. Will their love withstand the tests of loyalty and violence?

Melina never felt like she belonged. She had 2 loving parents and an annoying little brother she adored, 2 amazing best friends and enough people around her to not feel alone, but she did. Everyone’s lives were moving as planned, but the weight of the expectations the society dictated were feeling too heavy on her shoulders. She tried to have relationships, but after a while she felt bored and gave up. She was 26 years old and the comments from her family about her getting married, settling down, have a family were suffocating her. She knew they meant well, but none of their wishes were hers. She was raised to be independent and self-sufficient. She didn’t want to admit it, but she wanted to fall in love. She wanted to find her person. But she was a hopeless romantic and she wasn’t willing to settle for anything less. When she felt that her life was stale, she decided to it to leave everything behind and start somewhere new. On her own. And this is when her life changed in the most unexpected way.

“I love you, Elsie Hathaway, with everything in me”
Finally, her brother-in-law loves her back! He finally found the balls to leave her barren sister.
He is the Famous and feared Drug baron, Italian-born but raised on the streets of Chicago, Angelo Moretti, of the Moretti conglomerate and her father’s business partner.
But it's not that simple to Elsie, he is dying and he needs a genetically made child to sustain him.

With her sister Evelyn’s inability to conceive a child giving her the upper hand, Elsie is willing to do anything for Angelo’s love.
Including becoming a surrogate mother for them.

All was well in their little haven until it all came crashing down, the truth of it all came to light, and she realised she’d been used, her child taken from her, and now she was lying on the cold floor of the Moretti’s estate, dead.

If only she had a second chance at life………

Just as her body was heading for cremation, her dying wish came true.
Now she’ll show them who the real demon is…..

Miss Mafia’s wicked revenge…

To the police, she’s a rogue agent. To the Mafia, she’s a dead woman walking.

Marilyn Collins took a dead woman’s name to hunt a monster. Instead, she became Lucian Volkov’s obsession. He thinks she’s the ex-lover who broke his heart. She knows he’s the man who might have killed her friends.

In the heat of his bedroom, the interrogation turns into a blood-pumping game of cat and mouse. Every kiss is a lie, and every touch is a sin.

But when the real killer emerges from the shadows of her own precinct, Marilyn must choose: the badge she once wore, or the Mafia King who would burn the world down to keep her. Two enemies, one bed, and a secret that could destroy them both.

They say that the eyes are the mirror to the soul, but his eyes were cold and dark. Atlas Drakov is a known killer, the ruthless and calculated leader of the Italian Mafia. Aleara Davis is an introverted American girl who would rather have her nose down in a book then interact with people at the best of times. When, by force their worlds collide, they are made to endure each other's company, turning each others worlds upside down.

Everyone knew Kieran Blackwood was the most dangerous man in this city—mafia boss, hands stained with blood.

And I, Aurelia Fairmont, the rebellious heiress, was his dirty little secret.

Every night, he'd pin me beneath him, claiming me with that rough whisper against my ear: "You're mine. Always." That possessive hunger made me believe I meant something to him.

Until she came back.

When danger struck, he didn't hesitate for a second. He dove for her, shielding her body with his own.

I was just his plaything while he waited for her return. A toy that could moan.

When she stole my mother's heirloom, he didn't just refuse to help—he locked me in his basement and tortured me for seven days and nights. That's when I finally saw the truth.

The day I left, I didn't look back.

What I didn't know was that after I left, the man went insane...

The devil's captive became his heart's keeper.


Revenge!
The only thing the strong ,powerful and ruthless mafia don Alessandro Moretti has harboured for years.
When he discovers the identity of his mother's killer,he doesn't go after the man alone.
He wants everything belonging to Giovanni Conti burnt to the ground,including his most valuable possession-his daughter.

Auctioned off by her uncle to the highest bidder,Isabelle Conti's fate is sealed.
Not until masked gunmen crash her wedding,and she wakes up in the don's den.
She becomes his captive.
His obsession...His willing prey.
His weapon of vengeance.

Isabelle Conti turns out to be different from the others,this time around she doesn't want his affection...she needs his downfall.
And when she finally has him where she wants him and she's torn between her feelings and surrendering to the ruthless don.
One question threatens to destroy everything,

Have you ever loved me?

I am a whore. My purpose is deception—to betray the devoted husband who cherishes me, to offer myself to strangers. But my life wasn’t always this way.
I once had a respectable career, a loving marriage. We were planning for a child.
Then Alex destroyed it all.
He arranged my gang rape, filmed my humiliation, and used my husband, my family, my reputation to break me completely.
But fate had a cruel twist.
My defiance changed him.
The man who once held all the power now kneels at my feet, weeping, pleading:
“Grace, please… forgive me.”

Ashley Evaline Miller was your drop-dead gorgeous perfect girl next door. Decent, smart, focused, and goal-oriented. She didn't have all the luxury one could think of, but she was content with what she had.

Stuck with her self-acclaimed perfect boyfriend, whom she'd do and be anything for, breathing down on her neck and draining every ounce of happiness out of her, plunging her into an oblivious hole of darkness. The love of her life who has taken so much from her, leaving just the shell of whom she used to be.

She'd stop at nothing to make him happy.

HE BOUGHT HER; SHE STOLE HIS SOUL

Anya Koslov was sold to settle her father's debt, becoming the Blood Tithe to the most powerful Bratva in Moscow. She is now a commodity of Nikolai Markov, a Pakhan so cold that even monsters feared his name.

“Please… I’ll do anything,” Anya whispered, her voice like a fragile thread in the crushing silence of the hall. On her knees, she was just one more offering in a centuries-old tradition, a debt paid in flesh and blood.

He circled her like a predator assessing his latest acquisition. His voice was winter itself, cold and absolute. “Your life is not yours to bargain with anymore.” His gloved hand caught her chin, forcing her to meet a gaze as stormy and merciless as his soul. “From this moment, little ghost, you belong to me.”

“Go away from me. Let me be, you monster!” Eira screamed, her voice echoing from behind the room she had closed herself on. Determined more than ever not to see him. She heaved, her chest rising and falling to the pain."You took everything from me, Draven. You took everything from me!"

"Then take it back, Eira.” Draven called out possessively, “Hate me, fight me, do everything Eira, but don't dare leave me. I won't let you do that.”

…

Eira Katz's world is ripped apart when she is abducted by Draven, a man blinded by grief and vengeance. Accused of murdering the only woman he ever loved—a woman carrying his child—Eira becomes the target of his rage. Held captive, she endures relentless torment, all for a crime she did not commit.

But when the truth is revealed, the damage is already done. Draven has destroyed her life, killed the man she loved, and left her with nothing. As Eira grapples with the aftermath, she learns she is carrying his child, a bond neither of them can escape.
Trapped in a cycle of vengeance, guilt, and reluctant dependency, Eira must decide whether to escape her captor or confront the broken man who refuses to let her go. But in a world where pain and passion collide, the line between love and hatred blurs.

Will Eira find freedom, or will she be forever bound to the man who took everything called life away from her?