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“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat.

I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth.

“Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little.

———

Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three.

She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it.

He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body.

But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does.

He must protect his wife at all costs.

Life can be cruel.
One moment you’re on the verge of reaching the peak of your career, your sweetheart of five years finally down on one knee, promising forever. The next, your world burns to ashes—literally.

Now, I’m not just a prisoner; I’m the plaything of the most feared man in the country.

I told myself I hated him, that I’d never break.

But what kind of woman starts to crave the way he owns her body, the way his touch sets her on fire?

How do you survive when the man who owns you is as ruthless as he is captivating? How do you escape a man who makes you question everything, even your sanity?

————-

When her father’s PTSD causes a catastrophic accident, Lucia Castellano finds herself at the mercy of Dante Romano, a man whose name strikes fear into the heart of Chicago’s criminal underworld. Taken as a slave to pay for her father’s alleged crime, Lucia is thrust into a world of power and seduction she never imagined.

Dante’s command is absolute, his touch both punishing and intoxicating. What starts as a fight for survival soon turns into a dangerous game of submission and trust. But as secrets surface and enemies close in, Lucia and Dante must confront their darkest fears to find freedom—and perhaps love—in the most unlikely of places.

Author’s Note: This book contains explicit content, strong language, violence, and other adult themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

"Don’t move an inch, continue fucking her!" I screamed.
"Asssshley pleassse!" He pleaded, with tears coming out of his eyes.
"What’s that? No! Don’t cry, you are a guy. Don’t you want this?" I asked, glaring at him.
Ashley, please don’t kill himmm! We are sorry!" Emily cried out.
"You are sorry? So, I should just forgive you?" I asked, sounding hurt.
"Please Ashley, don’t do this. You know I still love you?" he said.
"Love? Shut your mouth hole, you scumbag!" I screamed. "What are you waiting for? Start rocking your hips, isn’t that want you wanted, you want to fuck my friend so badly now do it?" I asked. Emily was still crying underneath as he started thrusting into her harder than before. She was the last person I expected this from. I never thought she would have an affair with my own boyfriend. It was surreal. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I felt like evaporating, yet this was happening.
"Fuck her harder! Harder! Harder!" I screamed. He was moving his hips as I was screaming. I moved closer to them on the bed and slapped his butt cheeks hard.
"I said harder!!!" I screamed.
"P…. please Ashhhhhley, he is h-hurting me." Emily screamed. I chuckled, "He wasn’t hurting you when it was just the two of you. Now he is hurting you?" I asked and slapped her hard across the face, still pointing the gun at his head. Her face turned red.

Ashley Barbie Gates, a pimp, a sex addict, and queen of the streets, was a lover of hot guys. She had sex with all the hot guys that came her way, and even ruined her mother’s life because of it by having an affair with her stepfather.

Cattleya Sullivan, a billionaire heiress, has everything money can buy but craves what it can't—Revenge.

Her plan is to seduce the devilish mafia lord, and her prize is to break his heart!

But not until one passionate, sinful night unfolds between her and Jaxon Moretti, whose very name sends shivers down the city's spine.

But as the reality of her dangerous game dawns on her, she realizes that the price of playing with fire may be more than she's willing to pay—It may be her very life.

"YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME, CATTLEYA SULLIVAN!" Jaxon Moretti growled.

To complete my undercover mission, I accidentally had a wild night with my target—Claire, that supremely powerful man.
I fled in terror, but left my wallet behind.
He tracked me down following the clues, but mistook my ambitious roommate Cathy for me.
Faced with the choice between becoming his woman or receiving millions in cash, Cathy didn't hesitate to lie and steal everything that should have been mine.
Meanwhile, I was inexplicably transferred to work beside him as his most inconspicuous assistant.
From then on, I was forced to watch my former roommate dressed in luxury brands, riding in expensive cars, enjoying his ultimate devotion.
She flaunted her power before me, trampling me underfoot.
And that man—while indulging his "fake" lover in every way, would always study me with probing eyes when no one was around, slowly tormenting me, closing in step by step.
"Your scent is very familiar."
When the truth was finally revealed and the impostor was exposed, he realized he had been cherishing the wrong person.
The entire city was locked down as he held me captive in his arms, his eyes red: "Susan, after playing me for so long, where do you think you're going now?"

After another failed attempt at love, grief-stricken and orphaned Korina Black decides to move to New York to start afresh after swearing off men for good.

But all that changes when she meets a hot doctor Cole smith and her life get messier when she finds out that she is being stalked by an evil mafia boss who is hell bent on having her all to himself and would trample anyone in his way.

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.

Callista Gwenhwyfar Vradito, a beautiful but paralyzed high school girl. Weak, one word that can describe the girl. Her mind is only filled with agonizing trauma, happiness seems to be far away from her life.
Kidnapped, tortured, locked up in a golden cage, that's how Callista felt upon meeting a psycho mobster. A charming man with all the wealth and power in his grasp. But who would have thought he was playing with blood behind the stage?
"Take your filthy hands off!" growled Kenward with a razor-sharp gaze.
"You should have taken your hand off Illis' arm."
"This girl is mine. She is my lover," said Kenward who immediately repositioned Callista. He lifted the light body and carried her bridal style.
But how would the situation change if the weak girl with a thousand conflicts in her life decided to change? Rising from trauma and even managing to heal her paralysis? How does the weak girl catch the traitors who turned out to be the people around her? And how does she deal with the facts that she never even thought existed?

As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone.
"Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling.
"Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions" he replied, refusing to meet my gaze.
"Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded.
The door of the Lamborghini Huracán swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click.
"Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..."
"Francesco? That was my father... my own father.." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese…
SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author’s imagination.

Her dream was always marrying a prince but she never imagined she would be sold to a Monster, a cold hearted Killer. When he bought her she cried for the freedom she had lost forever but later, every other tear she had shed was for her soul because she was falling for the devil himself.

Will he see the light or will his darkness consume her?

Don Emil Ferrari is the head of the powerful Ferrari family, he is handsome and has a cold personality, he will do anything to protect those he considers his family, he never expected that he will fall in love with the daughter if his enemy on the first day he sets his eyes on her, he marries Andrea Severino for the sake of maintaining peace between their families but Andrea has made her point clear that she wants nothing to do with him and the man she claims to loves may turn out to be an even bigger enemy to both their families but Andrea will not believe a word she says because she believes him to be the killer of her father.

Vera Sinclair had everything, wealth and a future mapped out by her ambitious father. But on the night of her extravagant eighteenth birthday party, a heated argument with her father shattered everything.

Seeking an escape, she drowned her pain in reckless indulgence, only to wake up in the arms of Logan Grey, the dark, untouchable heir to one of the most feared Mafia empires. She had worshiped him from afar for years, but after taking her innocence, he left her with nothing but a cold shoulder.

Determined to forget him, Vera tried to move on. But fate had other plans. A missed period led to a devastating revelation, and a family who would rather erase the problem than endure a blood entanglement with the notorious Grey heathens.

But Vera wanted to keep her baby, so with no other options, she ran to Logan, the very man her family wanted her to stay away from. Logan, however, had his own secrets, the one rule his father insisted on: never sire a child out of wedlock.

This meant that Vera's pregnancy could cost him everything, his position, inheritance, and freedom. Logan had no intention of being forced to marry her.

But what he didn’t expect was another threat lurking in the shadows, his estranged brother. A man just as powerful and dangerous, eager to claim what Logan refused. Vera soon found herself not only a mother to a Mafia heir but also at the center of a battle between two men who had been feuding since birth.

In a city where fear rules, Kenny Blackwood is untouchable, a ruthless land mafia boss who always gets what he wants. Except for one thing: Rae Riveira’s house. Rae, a young live streamer, refuses to sell the last property standing in Kenny’s mega project. Her quiet defiance becomes an obsession he can’t shake.

When intimidation fails, Kenny turns to psychological warfare. But Rae fights back, publicly livestreaming his threats and drawing attention to the shadows he operates in. As danger closes in, Rae accepts protection from Nathan, an idealistic journalist, but his involvement comes at a deadly cost.

An “accident” forces Rae into Kenny’s heavily guarded home, where protection blurs into control. Surrounded by silence, surveillance, and emotional manipulation, Rae starts to see the broken man behind the monster. Tension turns into a twisted intimacy neither of them can resist.

As Kenny’s criminal empire begins to crumble from betrayal and chaos, Rae faces a choice: expose the man who tried to destroy her, or stand by him. When the empire finally burns, Kenny disappears, leaving Rae with the ashes of the past and a future built on secrets.

A dark romance fueled by obsession, power, and the blurred line between hate and love.

“Miss Ashford, your identity is already dead.”

“But I’m still alive.”

That night, on my birthday, I lost everything.

My father was killed by our enemy, my family was destroyed, my mother was gone, and my younger brother disappeared without a trace. And I, the once untouchable Ashford heiress, became a fugitive hiding in the shadows, fighting for my life.

To escape the people hunting me, I abandoned my luxurious life, changed out of my designer gown, and hid my true identity aboard a ship.

But I quickly learned that losing my wealth was not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing was realizing that in this world, no one cared who I used to be.

Just when the Moretti family found me and prepared to erase the last survivor of the Ashford family, a man appeared.

Dmitri Solovyo.

The Russian boy who was once tortured and despised had become the ruthless leader of the Bratva.

He arrived with a gun in his hand and death in his eyes, pulling me back from the edge of destruction.

I recognized his eyes.

Because many years ago, I was the one who gave a piece of bread to that wounded, abandoned boy.

I never expected that the boy who once needed saving would grow into the man everyone feared.

Dmitri is cold, dangerous, and a man who trusts no one.

He says he saved me only because—

“Dead people have no value.”

"Where do you think you can escape?"

His fist tangled in my hair, yanking me to my knees before him. The pain was sharp, absolute, a brutal reminder of who was in control. His voice was a low growl, command.

"Beg for my cock, and I might consider letting you go."

Three years ago, I wore the engagement ring of Mafia boss Marco Salvatore.
Now, I wear his chains.

He calls this revenge for my betrayal. He wants to break me, shatter me, make me pay for the past. But with every cruel touch and hateful whisper, the ghost of the man I once loved wars with the monster he's become.

In this twisted game of vengeance, the line between hate and obsession is dangerously thin. And I'm starting to fear that the only thing he wants more than my surrender... is my soul.

"I'll make that arrogant mouth of yours suck my cock and teach you to politely say 'please' before begging me to fuck you."
**
I used to be the princess of a mafia boss. My father was killed in an attack, and my uncle seized power. My mother and I were left in a dire situation. Six months later, my mother remarried the most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast. I never imagined I would have a stepbrother. When my mother told me he was charming, smart, and strong, I scoffed, because I despised all men—they were childish, rude, and boring. But the moment I saw my stepbrother, I regretted my thoughts.

Sierra Douglas’s very perfect, dare I say, flawless life, comes to a screeching halt on the eve of her second semester resumption, when she's dragged to a club party by her best friend, to finally loosen up. Firstly, she's drugged, then saved by a man from getting raped.

Said dashing green-eyed, tattooed, well muscled man, turned out to be her professor when she escaped his suite that morning and arrived in the lecture theatre. Her world began spiraling.

At first, she thought he had his way with her, but after clarification, she finds her body on attraction mode, noticing how gorgeously hot he was. Plus, the whole ladies on campus couldn't stop gushing over him.

What's another shocker? He also turns out to be her father's friend who would be chaperoning her during her father's travel for two weeks.

Now, Sierra can't ignore the sparks sizzling between her legs when he's near. Not when Enzo Dane had decided to be a little tease, never failing to take a little nibble of her body at any given time, while pretending he wasn't interested.

How will this two weeks pan out? All professional? Or will it be the beginning of a relationship so forbidden all around?

Please do not read this if you are under 18 years old Sabrina defends her mother after her father, lying lifeless on the floor, followed what Sabrina's mom ordered her to do with a gun in her hand.

After hearing the police siren, her mother left her alone at the door with the gun in her left hand. As her mom says out, the police did not do anything to her, simply because she was a child.

Even though they sent her to an orphanage, an older gentleman arrived and took her out, offer's Sabrina stay with his family.

Who said women can never be Mafia bosses?

There's nothing more interesting than being a female Mafia, and a hot one.

Leah Kings, the lost daughter of a very powerful mafia family, Red phoenix, meets with her late father's underboss when she was put in prison by her ex-boyfriend's wife.

She is determined to get revenge on him and those who killed her parents. She never knew having a one night stand with her rival Mafia family would come with it.

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

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

Sophia Carter is a talented young university student about to graduate in law, but her life is far from easy. After her mother’s death, Sophia was left in the care of her cruel stepfather, Thomas, and his spoiled daughter, Vanessa. Since then, Sophia has lived as a prisoner in her own home, constantly mistreated, humiliated, and forced to do all the heavy work.

Despite her suffering, her only hope has always been her boyfriend, Daniel Montgomery, a charismatic young man from an influential family who promises to take her away from that life and provide a better future for them both. However, everything falls apart when Sophia discovers that Thomas sold her to a cold and ruthless tycoon, Nathan Blackwell, in exchange for an amount that will guarantee Vanessa’s future.

With no way out and abandoned by the love of her life, who betrayed her with her best friend, Sophia finds herself alone, desperate, and on the brink of collapse. Determined not to be a victim of circumstances any longer, she makes a bold decision: if she is to be sold, it will be for a price of her choosing.

As the Mafia Princess of her familia, Eleanor is more than ready to secure her family’s future through her marriage with another Mafia don's son. But right before her engagement party, Eleanor catches her fiancé cheating and claiming she “lacks feminine charm.”
Heartbroken and furious, Eleanor ends up seeking comfort in the arms of the bodyguard who punches her fiance to the ground that night.
The next day, Eleanor is determined to break off the engagement and reclaim her life, but her powerful mafia father has other plans.
To keep Eleanor in line, her father assigns a bodyguard to shadow her every move.
A bodyguard who turns out to be the man she spent the reckless, unforgettable night with.
Now Eleanor is trapped between a fiancé she refuses to marry, a father she cannot escape, and her dangerous, mysterious and attractive bodyguard...

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

Before I died, I married mob boss Dante in my sister's place.

Five years of marriage, and I was nothing but her replacement. He hated me for stealing her spot. My parents were ashamed I couldn't make him love me. Everyone just waited for her to come back.

Christmas Eve—fire tore through the mountain estate. Dante's first move? Sprint straight to my sister, fresh off the plane. My parents escaped right behind him. Nobody remembered the pregnant wife locked in the dressing room. Smoke and flames took me and my baby while they held each other outside, celebrating they'd made it out alive.

I opened my eyes on the day they cornered me with divorce papers.

My parents threw the documents at me. My sister stood there smirking, ready to slide into my place. This time? I didn't cry. Didn't beg. I picked up the pen and signed.

They wanted me gone? Done.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

Five years ago, on my wedding day, my fiancé Vincent fucked my best friend in the bridal suite.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my husband—the most powerful Mafia boss in Naples. At Atelier Milano, my former best friend Bianca circled my custom gown like a vulture, pestering the staff about meeting the legendary Mrs. Salvatore.

She had no idea the woman she pitied as a pathetic nobody was the very person she was dying to impress.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

For three years, Carol Bright was Edward Dawson's secretary and stepsister by day, and his secret lover by night. To him, she was just a game—disposable, forgettable, never meant to be loved.

When Edward announces his engagement to someone else, he expects drama. Instead, Carol disappears from his life without a word.

Now, she's no longer his. She's the heiress of the powerful Bright family—admired, untouchable, and far beyond his reach.

Then he sees her with another man. She slips behind closed doors. The lights go out—and she never returns.

That's when Edward realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life.

The woman he once thought he owned is now the one he can never have again.

Isadora Bellini spent her entire life living in the shadow of her twin sister, Giulia—but nothing hurt more than the moment their childhood best friend and her fated mate, Capo Lorenzo, chose Giulia over her. Shattered and humiliated, Isadora disappeared from the Luna Nera Clan, carving out a quiet life among humans. Eight years later, she’s dragged back to the one place she promised never to return—for Giulia’s funeral. What begins as a painful farewell quickly spirals into a storm of secrets, guilt, and dangerously unresolved emotions.
Lorenzo isn’t the same confident Capo who once broke her heart—he’s grieving, broken, and searching for answers. But so is Isadora. As truths begin to unravel—about Giulia’s betrayal, Lorenzo’s rejection, and a past that refuses to stay buried—Isadora finds herself caught between the scars of yesterday and the pull of a bond she tried to erase.
In a world where fate is sealed by blood and moonlight, and love can be the sharpest weapon of all… will Isadora risk everything to uncover the truth, or let her pain write the ending for her?
When love feels like betrayal, how do you trust what your heart still wants?

Three years ago, I took a bullet for Damon Kingsley. It came within half an inch of my heart.

He looked me in the eyes, his own red, and swore he'd love me for the rest of his life. So I married into this century-old Italian-American Mafia dynasty.

But on our wedding night, the moment he touched me, he convulsed, coughed up blood, and collapsed.

The second time, an old condition flared up and kept him flat on his back for a month.

The third time, he nearly bled out.

Every time after that, the same thing.

The whole family called me a curse. Marked. Bad luck. The kind of woman who brings death to whoever gets close.

The Godmother gave me an ultimatum: get pregnant within a month, or sign the divorce papers and be shipped off to Chicago to marry the devil himself.

I was carrying a fertility tonic to his study, ready to beg him one more time, when I heard voices through the door.

"Mr. Kingsley, please, you gotta stop. Every time you don't wanna go near her, you shoot yourself up with that stuff. You're gonna kill yourself."

Damon was quiet for a long moment. Then, calm and flat: "Aurora is the only woman I love. I'd take the pain any day over touching her."

All this time, while the whole family called me a curse, the one who actually put it on me was the man I almost died for.

Damon Kingsley. After today, we're done. In this life or the next, don't ever cross my path again.

My chosen mate used his Beta authority to give the entire moonbloom compound to his fated mate's daughter.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.

"Are you always this damn sensitive?" my husband snapped, his hands lingering on his ex’s waist.
I stood there, holding our 5th-anniversary cake and my pregnancy secret. He canceled our romantic dinner just to comfort her.
So, I threw the cake away. Next, I'll throw him away.

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.

The three alpha wolves who bullied me
never knew the truth.

I wasn't the quiet boy they tormented.

I was the girl hiding behind my dead brother's name.

And I was their fated mate.


For a year, I lived under my dead brother’s name, hiding my identity and my power.

But on my eighteenth birthday, everything changed.

My disguise shattered.
My power awakened.

And the broken boy they mocked became a legendary Lunar Shadow Wolf.

Now the three alphas who once humiliated me feel every scar they caused.

They want forgiveness.

Too bad.

Because the wolves who once bullied me?

They belong to me now.

And this time—

they’re the ones who will kneel.

He came to Earth to retrieve an ancient amulet… not to fall in love.

Caelum, a 150-year-old warrior from the mystical realm of Luminari, is sent to the human world on a mission: find and retrieve the golden amulet powerful enough to save his world from destroying. What he didn’t expect was her.

Aurelia—brilliant, quiet, and unknowingly holding the very amulet he was sent for. Bound together as school project partners, what began as cold silence slowly turned into glances, laughter, and something deeper.

And the unexpected happened they fell in love.

But when Caelum finally discovers the truth,he found out she was the one with the amulet. Everything shatters. If he takes the amulet… she will turn to stone.

Now he's torn between his duty to save his dying world or saving the girl who became his world.

She married the wrong man.

And fell into the arms of the one she should never want.

Elena becomes Luca Marino’s wife for one reason only—to save the only family she has left. But on her wedding day, she realizes the truth: she is nothing but a replacement. His heart still belongs to another woman… one who returns pregnant with his child.

Cold, cruel, and unforgiving, Luca turns their marriage into a punishment.

Until Adrian Marino enters the picture.

Powerful. Untouchable. And Luca’s uncle.

From the moment he sees Elena, something shifts. A look that lingers too long. A concern that feels too real. A connection that shouldn’t exist.

In a world ruled by loyalty and blood, crossing the line means death.

But what if Elena is the secret that ties them together?

And what if Adrian has been waiting for her… long before she ever knew his name?

NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGEIf you are not into Adult and Mature Werewolf/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book.
Fate's love falls on the weak Omega, will the sensitive and timid her become strong as a result?
Her destined mate is so handsome and strong that their love seems to be unequal from the beginning ......
What does the love given by the moon god look like? The two who were deep in lust did not know, but in the moonlight, the two hearts seemed to beat closer and closer.
She will become brave and firm under his wings, and he, will he reveal his love?

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.

My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.

It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.

My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.

He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.

Selene thought she'd found true love with Alexander Morrison. She was WRONG—she was just a stand-in for Jessa, the woman he really wanted.

When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.

Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.

They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.

Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:

"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."

"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."

Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.

This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until I hit play on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.

The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.

And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.

"I missed you so much..."

"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."

Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.

Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?

Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.

I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.

A hundred years ago, that curse was meant for him. I'm the one who threw myself in front of it.
It cost me my elven heart, shattered on the spot—and a name I could never wash off. Traitor.
I never argued. Because the moment I speak the truth, the curse goes straight back to him.
So I stayed. I became his blood servant and let him drain me, one bottle at a time, to feed the woman he'd waited a century for. I told myself that if I endured long enough, someday he'd see my heart for what it was.
Then the healer told me my heart had thirty days left.
And he walked in, knife in hand, to say his beloved needed more of my blood.
This time, I'm not enduring anything.
I'm going to give him back this heart—at the exact moment he's most sure he's won.

To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?