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At my mother's funeral, I stopped outside the lounge.

Through the door, I heard Julian—my fiancé—delivering a cold warning to my father:

"You can stop obsessing over Harper, Richard. She's with me now. Don't bother her anymore."

My father immediately tried to use me to suppress him. "Don't forget you're marrying Sloane next week! If she finds out you're screwing the orphan her mother took in..."

Julian cut him off. "She'll never know. Just like she'll never know her mother didn't actually die of depression. She killed herself because she caught you two together."

Father's counterattack threw me straight into hell:

"What right do you have to judge me?! When Sloane was frantic, calling you for help, what were you doing? If you hadn't been rolling around in a hotel bed with Harper, if you hadn't lied to Sloane that you were 'on your way,' her mother would never have died!"

A violent ringing filled my ears.

I slammed the door open, stormed in, and slapped Julian across the face with every ounce of strength I had left.

The man I was supposed to marry in seven days merely turned his head. It took him exactly one second to suppress his shock.

"Since you heard everything, good. Better to accept reality now, so you don't break down later."

"For the sake of the Vance family heir you're carrying, the wedding next week proceeds as planned."

"But I have responsibilities to Harper, too. That tie won't be severed."

Everyone knows my husband is obsessed with me.

He's gone against the board for me, walked away from billion-dollar deals, dropped millions at charity galas. Everyone said I'd married into a fairytale. I believed it too.

Until the anonymous email.

In the photo, he was kissing a little girl's forehead—three years old, maybe four. He looked at her the way fathers do.

Three years of marriage. Countless failed IVF attempts. Then finally—I was pregnant.

I was about to tell him when his phone buzzed. He left immediately—for another woman and her child.

I was the only one who didn't know.

If the love was fake, if the marriage was fake—then I could disappear too.

In two days, the typhoon hits. My car will go off the cliff into the ocean. No one survives that.

I'll disappear from his world forever—me and the baby he doesn't know about.

After accidentally traveling to the post-apocalyptic wasteland, I treated the human leader as a brother, continuously supplying him with modern resources.

Who knew he would conspire with the beastman chieftain to kill me, just to prevent me from rescuing others.

But what he didn't know was that I could travel back to the modern world.

While those two leaders of the wasteland thought themselves invincible...

I healed my wounds, and returned to the wasteland with military hardware and food, storming back to their base!

You want my life?

Then pay for it with your own!

After dreaming of making love with Anthony for the 99th time, I finally decided to confess my feelings to him.
But just as I reached the bodyguards' private lounge, I saw him under the moonlight, reverently kissing a photo of my sister Seraphina.
After he released his desires, a werewolf quietly appeared:
"Alpha Anthony, if Thea knew your true identity as the king of the Thunder Tribe, she’d probably be shocked."
Anthony smirked disdainfully:
"What does it matter? I came here only to get close to Seraphina. As for the others, I don’t care whether they live or die."
His words sent me fleeing in despair. My heart felt as if it were being crushed by a massive wolf’s claw, the pain so intense that tears streamed down my face.
So it was all just my own wishful thinking.
Resigned, I walked into my father’s room and said:
"Father, I am willing to enter a political marriage with Alpha Caleb."
On the Moon Goddess Festival three days later, I would marry the brutal Alpha Caleb.
And as for Anthony—I would personally deliver him to Seraphina.

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

Five years ago, my sister vanished the night before her wedding. She left behind a crying newborn in a crib and a mafia heir on the verge of losing control.

And I was forced into her place—the temporary bride, the contract wife, the whispered “replacement” in every gilded hallway.

I thought I only had to survive five years. Five years to earn what I was promised, and then walk away from this city of shadows and blood.

I clawed my way through bullets, politics, and betrayal. I earned respect. I gained power.
And somehow... I tasted a tenderness I was never meant to have.

Now, with only ten days left on our marriage contract, I thought everything was finally under control. I thought freedom and power were within reach.

Until she came back—wrapped in grace, dripping secrets, smiling as if she owned the world she abandoned.

She looked at me and said, “Little sister, give me back my life.”

I was carrying Don Elijah’s child. But on the exact day I went into labor, the man I loved dragged me to an underground freezer—standing at a deadly minus ten degrees Celsius—and locked the heavy metal door.

The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.

To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.

"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"

He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.

Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.

Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.

"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."

Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.

In my past life, I gave away all my resources to protect them, only to have my girlfriend and best friend lock the security door themselves, leaving me to be devoured alive by zombies in despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three days before the apocalypse.
I maxed out my credit cards, frantically stockpiled hundreds of tons of supplies, and built an indestructible steel fortress! When the bloody apocalypse arrived as scheduled, those traitors were frantically torn apart by monsters outside the door, crying and banging on the door for help.
I sat in front of the monitor, took a sip of hot coffee, and calmly pulled down the last steel gate.
"In this life, you don't even deserve to be dogs."

The day the IVF succeeded was when I realized Michael had deceived me all along.
He had only used me as a surrogate for my sister.
When I confronted him, he tested me, forcing me to kill someone. "Afraid to pull the trigger? Doesn't seem like my kind of woman," he sneered.
I tried to run, but he caught me.
He kept me locked away, forced me to eat foods I was allergic to until I needed my stomach pumped, and chained me to the bed while he went off with her.
I cried until I had no tears left—and finally learned how to hold a gun.

“Baby if you don’t stop I’ll need another shower.” He ignores me and moves his fingers faster before finally thrusting two of them deep inside me making me cry out in pleasure. I moan louder and louder as he thrusts deeper and harder into me each time bringing me closer and closer to orgasm..."


What happens when a woman and a secret billionaire ex-air force captain meet in an online game? Will it turn into love or will it just be an online fling? Other people come into play from her past as well as his and begin to cause chaos in their lives and they must decide whether to stay together or let the relationship die.

When I confessed to Montgomery in my red evening gown at his engagement party, everyone thought I was just a spoiled little girl throwing a tantrum. I had no idea that this man who raised me was the one who indirectly killed my father.

And no one knew that later that night in his luxury car, we crossed every moral boundary.

Then Dorian appeared at the bar—a mysterious bartender who looked just like Montgomery. When I kissed him as Montgomery's substitute, when I discovered he was actually the heir to a hotel empire, when I realized he'd known the truth all along...

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

What is fate? Waking up three days after you rejected your fated mates in front of the entire school, with the memories of your husband's betrayal still burning in your chest? Or finding out that the only way to save your empire is to compete for love on national television—against the man who murdered you?

Make your pick.

Odessa Montgomery died at thirty—cheated on, poisoned, and blown to pieces by the husband she trusted. Then she opened her eyes at twenty-one, three days after the mating gala where she publicly rejected the De Luca triplets. The rejection is still fresh. The whole school is still talking. And Damien Gracias, her charming hockey-star boyfriend, has no idea she remembers every lie he ever told her.

She dumps him. Publicly. Brutally. But freedom comes at a cost. Her grandfather's will is clear: find a mate or lose the Montgomery empire. With Damien out and the De Luca triplets—her humiliated fated mates—lurking in her past, her options are nothing.

Then comes Moonlit Bonds, a televised competition where unmated shifters compete for love and a life-changing prize. Win, and her inheritance is hers. Lose, and lose everything.

There's just one problem. Damien and his true mate, Sarah, have joined the show, hoping to legitimize their bond on camera. And the De Luca triplets are also contestants—three alphas she rejected, two who bullied her, and one who has never stopped watching.

Now Odessa is trapped in a villa with cameras in every corner, a public audience that votes on her fate, and enemies who want her dead.

She came to win.

She might just find revenge.

But falling for the enemy? That was never part of the plan.

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

A short contemporary domestic-drama romance. Clean to sweet. Happily ever after.

My husband's family slid the folder across the table — sign here, family helps family, it's just a signature.

What they didn't know: I had almost three million dollars in an account none of them could find. I silenced the alert before the number could glow.

They think we're the broke ones. For four years they've bled the kindest man I know dry, dressing every demand up as love and cashing it. So I let them keep believing it — and I built a wall they will never see.

They're about to find out what happens when you spend a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

And this time, I'm not the one who pays.

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

"Please, no—stop!" I begged, but Alexander just snarled, pinning my wrists above my head as he rammed his throbbing cock into my slick, unwilling pussy, stretching me wide with brutal force. "Fuck, you're so tight, you dirty little whore—take every thick inch!"

I'm Nora Frost—wait, Nora Traynor—sold like a cheap commodity by my greedy parents for $100 million to Alexander Claflin, Kingsley City's savage billionaire beast. Post-wedding, he uncovered my secret pregnancy and detonated: labeling me a cum-slut, and snarling demands to slaughter the "bastard spawn" in my womb.

The bombshell? That baby was his—conceived in our filthy, passion-fueled one-night fuckfest. He melted, worshipping me with desperate love, vowing an eternal family... until a car crash erased only me from his memory—every trace of Nora, our child, our love—while he recalled everyone else. Cue his manipulative ex, Vivian Brooks, slinking in like a venomous snake.

And I caught them mid-fuck: "Oh fuck, Alexander, pound me harder—deeper!" she wailed, "Yes! Fill me up, baby—make me scream!" "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, his roaring climax spilling into her as they collapsed in tangled ecstasy.

Devastated, I fled. Five years later, I return with our son—a mini-Alexander, with piercing green eyes and dark hair. When he spots the boy, realization dawns: this isn't simple. As buried truths erupt and Alexander hunts me with obsessive fury, one scorching question ignites: Will our rekindled fire heal us... or destroy everything?

Minerva “Mina” Hayes thought marrying Tristan Johnston meant forever—until the night their marriage was announced and he stood beside another woman, letting the world brand Mina as the shameless third party. Betrayed, pregnant, and abandoned, she vanished without a trace, vowing never to love him again.

Three years later, Mina returns—not as the broken woman he left behind, but as a powerful CEO with her own empire. Now, the billionaire who once destroyed her is desperate to have her back. But Mina has learned her lesson. This time, she refuses to be his hidden wife—she’ll be the woman who makes him regret everything.

Yet as buried truths begin to surface, the lines between betrayal and sacrifice start to blur… 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁

Eleanor Clawford thought she knew what loss felt like. Her husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise, and days later, she received news of his death along with the name of his killer: Perseus Cage, the ruthless Lycan King who conquered her pack and now demands her hand in marriage as the price of peace.

She becomes his bride—a pawn traded for a treaty. But Eleanor doesn't break. Instead, she makes a quiet vow. She will wear black to the wedding, she will sharpen her blade while he sleeps, and when the moment is right, she will bury her sword in the chest of the man who destroyed her world.

Perseus Cage never expected to want the woman whose husband he killed. He tore her wedding gown on their first night, he gave her his name, and she responded by throwing his crown into the fire. Yet every time she looks at him with that mixture of fire, fury, and pain, he feels something ancient stir inside him.

She wants his blood. The joke is on her—he already gave her his heart.

Dark. Twisted. Unforgiving. This is for readers who crave possessive kings, vengeful brides, and a love story forged in betrayal, blood, and the kind of truth that cuts deeper than any blade.

[Divorce + Empowered Female Lead + Hidden Identity + Regretful Ex]
After the divorce, Alexander Brooks regretted it so much he could barely stand it!
How did his formerly dull and uninteresting ex-wife unexpectedly become so impressive?
The nation's top actor treats her like his sister, powerful elites can't stop thinking about her, and rising tech stars call her their mentor...
Not only that, but the miracle doctor, top-tier hacker, and world-class pianist he'd spent years searching for?
All her.
Alexander rekindles his determination and embarks on the long road to win back his ex-wife.
To his relentless persistence, Eira Johnson responds:
Him? Too broke for me. Not my type anymore.

"You're quivering for me," he growled against my ear, his hand already slipping beneath my waistband, teasingly slow. His fingers traced through my hidden depths, unraveling the secrets I kept buried—body and soul.


Dean was in the next room—my Alpha, my mate, the father of the child I’d concealed for seven years. But I didn’t care.
Not with Luca. Not when every inch of me already surrendered to his touch, claimed by the heat of his desire.

I grew up believing I was wolfless—just a girl with no future in a pack that worshipped power. Until one reckless night with Alpha Dean changed everything.
He left me with a memory…And a child. I ran because I knew what happened to illegitimate Royal blood. They’re ridiculed. Rejected. Labeled Bastards before they can even walk.
Now, seven years later, fate dragged me back. Dean is searching for his Luna, and I’ve been chosen as a candidate. He looked me in the eye… and rejected me in front of the entire pack.I thought it was over.

But then Luca—Dean’s hybrid brother stepped forward. He shouldn’t want me.
I’m off-limits, broken, a mother. But the way he touches me says I’m already his. And I know what happens when an alpha claims something: He never lets go.

Can I survive being the prize between two Alphas? And when the truth about my child finally comes out…
Will either of them still choose me?

Just a year after losing her mother, she was sold out by her stepdad to repay a loan he took from the cruel alpha, her supposed mate.
All she ever wanted from him was love, all she cared for was his attention but he never gave her any of that instead he tormented her, and he treated her like she was nothing.
To him, she's only but a breeder who'd be discarded after she births his heir, but then she did the unthinkable.
If she can't have his love, then he will never have an heir.
Set to make him lose the way she did, she fled in the night leaving him shattered by dawn.
Years passed and they crossed part again, now he wants her back, he needs his heir to secure his throne. Will she let go of the past grudges and accept his love now that he's willing to give it? Or will she stick with his brother who was always there for her even when he abandoned her?
Find out in Sold to be the Cruel Alpha’s Surrogate.

Eli Winslow is running out of time.
His grandfather’s treatments for stage-three lung cancer are about to be cut off, and no amount of honest work can cover the mounting hospital bills. Desperate, Eli turns to Thorn Industries — the one place in the city where money is said to be easy to find… if you’re willing to pay the price.

He never expected to meet Julian Thorn.

Julian isn’t just a billionaire CEO; he’s cold, calculating, and dangerously magnetic. When Eli begs for a loan, Julian agrees — but on one condition: the debt must be repaid in full by the deadline.

When Eli returns the money an hour late, the rules change. The debt triples overnight, and the only way out is a deal sealed not by paper… but by marriage.

Dragged into Julian’s world of power, blood oaths, and velvet danger, Eli soon learns the truth: Thorn Industries is just the surface. Beneath it lies a brutal mafia empire — and Julian its king.

But Julian’s obsession runs deeper than business or vengeance. He doesn’t share his bed, his trust, or his submission with anyone. And now, he’s found the one person whose defiance tempts him to break his own rules.

Bound by a contract and a craving neither can control, Eli must decide whether to fight for his freedom… or surrender to the man who demands nothing less than his body, his loyalty, and his soul.

In the outskirts of Sydney, a place where the Mafia are the government, there was a boy called Calvin. He is a final-year student at Brimford University, Sydney, Australia. At twenty-nine, he has achieved what an eighty-year-old man cannot. He is a handsome guy with a lukewarm personality—not too cold, not too warm. He looks quite harmless, yet he is the leader and owner of "Leo Group," the most popular and dangerous mafia group in Australia.
The name of this group sends shivers down people's spines. A mafia group known for its ruthless operations, you are inviting death if you mess with them.
Calvin is basically a solitary person and doesn’t interact much with people. He is also the top student in the entire school.
Dorothy is a fresher who was mistakenly assigned a course she didn’t want to study. All her attempts to change it were in vain. To make matters worse, the lecturers were all on vacation, and the course was not an ordinary one.
Accepting her fate, she started looking for someone to teach her the course. There was no one who could help her except the lukewarm and isolated Calvin. Gathering all the courage she could muster, she approached him and told him her intentions. He agreed to help her but with a condition: he asked her to marry him.

They said she could never lead.
They said her bloodline meant nothing without a man to wield it.
Serena Vale, daughter of the late Alpha of the Mooncrest Pack, was born to inherit a throne—but her world only bows to men. To defy fate, she cloaks herself in her cousin’s identity and enters Alpha Dominion Academy, determined to prove her worth.
But every lie comes at a cost. Her closest rival—and roommate—is Damien Blackthorn, heir to the most feared pack. When sparks ignite between them, Serena risks her secret, her heart, and her legacy.
When betrayal shatters her disguise, Serena loses everything—her family, her honor, and the future she fought for. Cast into exile, she rebuilds herself as a mother to a secret heir… until war forces her back into the path of the mate who abandoned her.
Now, destiny offers her a cruel choice:
Forgive the wolf who destroyed her.
Or rise as the Alpha Queen who will burn the world to claim her crown.

The rogues cornered you, their scent tempted you. The first of them shifted back to his human form, with a ripped, muscled body. You follow his lead and shifted back into your human form, offering them your beautiful body on a silver platter, ready to be devoured, no longer having the will to fight the heat.He walked over to you and hungrily pulled your body against his. His erection pressed against your skin. The rest of the rogues shifted into their human form, one looking better than the other. You wanted them all. Their hands and mouths were all over your naked body, licking, touching, grabbing. With one of their faces between your legs, you caught a delicious scent. 'My fated mate is among them,' you thought and opened your eyes.Your eyes met a rogue who was still in his wolf form. He must have just joined. 'MATE,' you felt it rip through your soul as your eyes met his wolf's eyes. He growled and the one light in the dark alley flickered before it popped. The men who were devouring your body let you go as if your skin were burning them. They shifted back to their wolf forms, their heads low, before running away, leaving you alone with the rogue that had just scared them off, your fated mate.‘I am fated to a rogue?’ you asked, unable to speak. Your body needed him to take you as if the other men prepared you just for him.He changed into his human form, but you couldn't really see his face because it was too dark. The moment his body touched yours, you knew no matter what, there would be no parting from him.“Mine,” his husky voice said in your ear...

Sarah Lipman is an 18-year-old girl who grows up in fear and has been abused by her father for a long time.

Sarah has little hope for changing her future, and she loses her last grain of hope when her father sells her in a human trafficking auction.

Terrified, hopeless, and betrayed, Sarah gets sold to an infamous CEO. The hot and sophisticated Damon Tenner.

-You are my belle, do you hear me?-

Damon develops a newfound interest in Sarah in his possession, but he is still her captor.

And the question remains: Is there any way out?

She was meant to live in silence. To serve. To sacrifice.

As the High Priestess of the Crescent Moon pack, Layla White had endured years of abuse and isolation, forced to devote her life to the Moon Goddess. Her destiny was written from birth: remain mateless, be the bridge between her pack and the goddess, and never know love.

Until he arrived.

The Lycan King's arrival changes everything. He's meant to marry her spoilt step-sister Isabella. But the Moon Goddess had played a dangerous game— Layla bound to be mateless finds out the Lycan King is her mate and the only one that can set her free.

Now Layla must choose: honor her sacred duty and watch her mate marry another, or defy her duties and risk everything for a chance at love. But breaking divine law comes with a price, and the consequences of choosing her heart could destroy everything she's sworn to protect.

Some destinies deserve to be broken, but at what cost?

Can Layla forge her own destiny or will she end up destroying herself and her pack?

Find out in the gripping twist ahead!!

Sebastian Manchini is a monster dressed like a Greek god.
The city fears his name. Women beg for his touch.
And me? I was the unlucky one thrown straight into his world.
I’m Lily Garlo, a 22
year
old student who wanted nothing more than a simple life.
But on my first day at a new job, I walked straight into his office without knowing who he was.
He cornered me, stripped me off my clothes, and looked at me as if I was prey.
Everything after that became a nightmare.
My step brother’s debt to the Cosa Nostra turned into my prison.
One night I was dragged into a glittering party that turned out to be my own wedding…
to Sebastian Manchini.
I didn’t walk down the aisle. I was dragged into it.
He owned me.
He ruled me.
And with just a look, he could make me drop to my knees.
Then he died.
Or so I thought.
Months later, shattered by grief and a miscarriage, a baby I never realized I was carrying,
his younger brother Dante stepped in and became my only safe place.
I started to breathe again.
I started to feel again.
And then,
Boom.
Sebastian came back from the dead.
More dangerous. More ruthless.
And he’s come to claim me as his.
This time, there is no escape.
I am locked in his golden cage, trapped in his poisoned love…
and part of me still burns for the monster who ruined my life.
He was the mafia king, the sweet poison I never asked for, and the addiction I can’t escape…

“You are not a prisoner, but you are my wife. You are officially a Davenport for the next six months, so act like one!” He warned me.

“Fuck you.” I spat at him.

“If you want my dick, all you have to do is strip and bend over the table. I might consider you and fuck you.”
…………………..

THIS IS A SPICY AND DARK MAFIA ROMANCE BOOK. KILLIAN DAVENPORT IS UNHINGED!! R18.

185 days.
That’s how long Aspen Vale must survive as the wife of Killian Davenport. The ruthless mafia lord who bought her freedom, only to cage her in his world of power, secrets, and sin.
She was sold to him like property.
Her father signed her life away for money, and Killian accepted not out of love, but obsession.
She looks like the woman he once lost.
And now he refuses to let her go. In Killian’s mansion, there are rules, cruel and unyielding rules.
No lies. No defiance. No pregnancy.
He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a ghost to worship, a memory to control. But Aspen isn’t made to be broken. The more he tries to destroy her, the more she burns beneath his touch.
She tells herself she’ll endure him for 185 days—then escape. But monsters like Killian don’t set their prey free. And the most dangerous part of all?
She’s no longer sure she wants him to.

“You belong to me, Freya.”

“No,” I whispered, staring into his cold gray eyes. “I never belonged to anyone.”

Leopold Gray’s jaw tightened.

The most powerful man in the country wasn’t used to hearing the word no.

And that might be exactly why he became obsessed with me.

After losing her parents, Freya Raphael was raised inside one of the wealthiest families in the city.

To outsiders, she was the beloved niece of the Fergus family.

Behind closed doors, she was nothing more than a carefully controlled possession.

Every decision she made was monitored.

Every dream she had was taken away.

Every success she earned was stolen and handed to someone else.

But Freya learned long ago how to survive.

She smiles when she's angry.

She obeys when she wants to fight.

And she hides her sharpest claws behind the face of a perfect lady.

Then one reckless night changes everything.

After being betrayed and abandoned, Freya wakes up beside a stranger—a devastatingly handsome billionaire she never expects to see again.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

The stranger turns out to be Leopold Gray, the feared patriarch of the Gray family.

A billionaire kingmaker.

A ruthless empire builder.

A man powerful enough to destroy anyone who stands in his way.

And the very man her guardian plans to offer her to as a mistress.

Now Freya finds herself trapped between a possessive guardian who refuses to let her go, a dangerous billionaire determined to uncover her secrets, and a charming heir whose kindness may be hiding secrets of his own.

Everyone wants something from her.

Her beauty.

Her loyalty.

Her future.

But none of them realize that the obedient girl they think they control has been planning her escape for years.

Because Freya isn't just fighting for freedom anymore.

She's fighting for revenge.

And when Leopold finally discovers the truth about that unforgettable night...

Will he become the man who saves her—

Or the one who destroys her completely?

I thought I was broken.
Twenty-three years old, and my wolf had never surfaced. An outcast. A mistake.
But the night of the festival changed everything. My first heat hit me like fire, and three of the most dangerous Alphas in the realm rose to claim me.
Kia, the warlord feared for his blood-soaked battles.
AshBane, the cursed Alpha who collects souls like trophies.
And Lucivar, the Devil Alpha, banished for loving me in another life.
They say I’m fated. Desired. Owned.
But all I feel is the weight of chains tightening around my throat.
Because I’m not just their mate.
I’m the key to a curse that could burn the world.
And if I choose wrong… everyone dies.

Several days after being locked in the dungeon, my wife married my own identical twin brother.
Rose petals rained from the sky; the entire city celebrated the new marriage of the crime family's matriarch.
She thought I would weep in despair in the dark dungeon, admitting my mistakes to her.
Little did she know, I was currently being held in the arms of another, even more powerful figure whom she herself feared, watching this farce with cold eyes.
In my past life, I gave her my heart, only to be betrayed and abandoned in return.
Living a second time, I will not serve her anymore.
She thought she could tame me using my brother's injury as an excuse, not knowing I had already tricked her into signing our divorce agreement days ago.
When she finally checked the surveillance and learned the truth, kicking down the dungeon door in a frantic plea for my forgiveness, all that remained was a pool of my blood...

I am Mandy Langley, 42 years old, CEO of Sterling International. In Manhattan's cutthroat business world, I'd earned the name "Ice Queen."
Five years divorced, my ex-husband's parting words still stung—he'd called me cold as stone, said I was nothing but a dictator even in bed.
He had no idea my frost was a facade, hiding an emptiness and a craving no one could touch.
I controlled billions in assets, yet I lay awake every night, consumed by a single thought: I wanted a man to make me let go, to force me to surrender completely.
That man walked into my office three years ago, and I'd been drowning ever since.
Allen Thorne, my chief assistant, 28 years old—too young, shamefully young, and yet I couldn't resist him.
A year ago, I discovered the truth: he was the CEO of Vortex Capital, my rival, planted here to destroy me.
I should've fired him on the spot. Instead, I kept him close, pretending it was to watch him, when really, I just couldn't let him go.
Dangerous, magnetic, ruthlessly in control—he was everything I shouldn't want. I never exposed him. I fell harder instead.
I buried this forbidden desire, but every day he was there, right in front of me, taunting me.
What was I supposed to do? Cut him loose—or let him claim me?

In my past life, the glorious "Son of the Sun" drained my divine blood until I died a broken shell.
Reborn, my twin sister eagerly steals my fiancé, shoving me toward the exiled, "crippled" King of the Shadow Crows.
As she flaunts her stolen glory, desperate to birth the sky's future ruler, I can only smile.
She doesn't know her golden prince is functionally sterile—and the "heir" she's destroying herself to conceive will be a nightmare.
And she certainly has no idea that my featherless, outcast husband is actually the ancient Abyssal Phoenix.
Let her drown in the hell she stole. This time, I’ll let the very abyss she cursed crown me as a True God.

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

"Did you bring one back?" My mom, Siobhan, urged.
I pushed my half-empty mug to the center of the cafe table. The campus buzzed around me, students stressing over minor things like finals.
"I’m still at school, Mom."
"The Summer Solstice is in exactly one month, Maeve." The line crackled.
"If you cross that water empty-handed, Finn is going to the pens. Are you going to let your own brother be taken?"

"We can only take one more person! Any heavier and we ALL go down!"

In the middle of a raging forest fire, my fiancé Carter Hayes was piloting a fuel-leaking helicopter, forced to choose between me and my cousin Lily Sterling.

He chose me.

Lily was left behind in the inferno. She burned.

I thought surviving made me lucky — until my parents slapped me across the face at my wedding. "Why wasn't it YOU who died?"

Turns out, I was never the one they wanted to save.

Carter married me, then spent five years making me wish I'd died in that fire instead. He and my parents worked together, systematically stripping away my dignity, my career, and every reason I had to keep living.

Three years into my depression, I jumped from the top floor of the Hayes estate.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back before the fire — before the helicopter took off, before Carter made his choice.

This time, I spoke first. "Take Lily."

If they all wanted me dead, then I'd give them exactly what they wanted.

The end of the world arrives, and zombies run rampant across the city.
I was the first to awaken a top-tier superpower, instantly taking out half a street full of zombies.
I led a group of survivors to fight our way out of the deadly encirclement, seized the abandoned military factory in the east of the city, and built a safe haven there.
I was the fearsome tyrant who struck terror into every corner of the surrounding lands.
The official safe base tried to recruit me three times, but I threw their men and vehicles straight out of my territory.
A research lab came seeking partnership, and I burned down their sampling vehicle to the ground.
I set all the rules of the base. Anyone who defied me would be cast outside the city walls to feed the zombies.
All the food, medicine and safety in the base were fought back by me and my people, risking our lives amid swarms of zombies.
Everyone respected and feared me. The only soft spot I had was reserved for my girlfriend Xu Qinghe, who crawled out of the pile of the dead right beside me.
The research lab released earth-shattering news: one in ten thousand superpower awakeners could evolve into the Superpower King. A bright red vein on the inner forearm was the mark of the savior.
All the survivors instantly gave up fighting. They abandoned guarding the city walls and gathering supplies, kneeling every day to wait for the arrival of the Superpower King.
Until my girlfriend brought back a delicate young man with the red vein on his forearm. The entire base worshipped him as a deity.
I, who had guarded the base with my life for three long years, was driven out of the city gates to be eaten by zombies.
A million-strong zombie tide surrounded the city, while the so-called Superpower King they revered collapsed on the ground, screaming and wailing in panic.
As everyone sank into despair, waiting helplessly for death, I glanced down at the red line on my forearm and smiled.
This time, it’s my turn to make my entrance.

I never knew my parents. Never knew what it means to be loved. All I have ever known was pain, and death. The death of every man I was trained to put in the ground.

I was an orphan nobody came back for. And that made me easy to mold into an assassin that hunts and kill criminals.

My agency buried me inside a life that wasn't mine — a foster family who never knew what was living under their roof.

I cooked during the day, moved around like a servant, and at night, I killed. Everything was smooth, until my foster family's greed pulled them into business with the most dangerous criminal organization on earth, and they took me with them.

There was no walking away from that world. And there was no hiding in it either.

My path collided with one of the most feared Don alive — Xavier Carlos— a man who has never lost anything he decided to keep. And the moment he saw me, he decided to keep me.

He had no idea I was sent to destroy criminals like him. But I had a problem, he wasn't like the other criminals I had killed. He was a criminal with a heart only I could see, and the more I spent time with him, the more I wanted him alive.

But that is not even my biggest problem anymore. His stepbrother, who was also his second in command became obsessed with me in a way that scares me more than Xavier ever could.

Xavier wanted everything, Lucas wanted me. And he will burn everything down, including Xavier, to have me.

So that leave the biggest question, will I kill Xavier? or would the two brothers end up destroying themselves over me.

Three torturous years hauling bodies on the mortuary night shift, and I'd finally scraped together the cash for my brother Charles's heart transplant.
He just waved it off.
"My heart is fine. Mom and Dad didn't die in that gang war, either. I orchestrated the hit. You were the only casualty."
Nearby, my husband, Gerald, casually lit a cigar to deliver his own confession. "I never went bankrupt. 'Laying low' was just my excuse to avoid squeezing into that dingy funeral home dorm with you. I've been at the Long Island estate."
"I was going to punish you for another three years," Charles added, "but the stench of formaldehyde on you is nauseating. We couldn't take it anymore."
I froze, still clutching the credit card. Charles plucked the plastic from my numb fingers and shoved his phone screen in my face. A banking app stared back at me.
Balance: exactly zero.
"My name is still on the joint account," he sneered, tossing the card into the trash. "I drained it this morning. That blood money you made bagging stiffs is being handed out to street junkies as we speak. We'd never touch that filth."
Before the sheer absurdity of it could suffocate me, my parents walked in. Flanked by bodyguards, they kept their distance, eyeing me like a plague rat.
"You thought being the biological daughter gave you the right to ruthlessly bully Violet. We simply wanted to put you in your place."
"Swear you'll never cross Violet again, and you can remain a Falcone," my mother added coolly. "Otherwise, you're dead to us."
In the stifling silence that followed, my phone buzzed. A text from my oncologist.
[Mrs. Castello, the results are back. It's terminal. Do you consent to initiating the hospice and DNR protocols we discussed?]

I was dead, and the whole world was celebrating for my sister.

For twenty-two years, I had been the hardest-working but most invisible daughter in the Sterling family, forever living in the shadow of my gymnastics prodigy sister.

Running a high fever, I begged my family to take me to the hospital, only to hear: "Don't you DARE ruin Bella's award ceremony!"

When I was tricked into the abandoned equipment room and used my last breath to call my boyfriend while lying in a pool of blood, all I heard was: "Grace, quit the drama! Bella's accepting her award on stage!"

On stage, thunderous applause erupted as Bella lifted the "Young Gymnast of the Year" trophy.

And I drew my final breath.

When they returned home triumphant, thinking I had run away in a tantrum, they had no idea I was already dead right under their noses.

I was the most revered pureblood Light heir.

In my past life, I married the Supreme Holy Knight, Arthur, only to give birth to an Ash-blood cub—the lowest of all.

In a rage, he incinerated my baby alive. He then dragged my bleeding, postpartum body into a saltwater dungeon to drain my magic, leaving me to be devoured by venomous insects.

Meanwhile, my lowly Ash-blood sister miraculously birthed a Light-blood cub. Stepping on my corpse, she became the realm's new ruler.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our Mate-Selection Ceremony. Arthur publicly rejected me and chose my sister.

Seeing his smug, calculating smirk, I knew immediately: he had been reborn, too.

But how could a parasitic knight, who survived entirely by draining his wife's magic to fake a holy bloodline, ever father a supreme dragon?

When Sophia Brown turned away for good, Nicholas Jackson realized he hadn't just lost his wife—he'd lost everything.
After four years of supporting him to the top of the business world, she caught him with his adopted sister, Cecilia Jackson, on their anniversary.

In anger, he ripped up their divorce papers, thinking he could humiliate her into staying. But when Sophia vanished, armed with a terminal diagnosis and a cold heart, she returned as a stunning race car driver, shattering Nicholas's world.

Desperate to find her, he used every trick to keep her close, only to see the love in her eyes replaced by dreams of another man. As secrets from a tragic accident four years ago begin to surface, Nicholas wonders: Can he ever win her back?

Clare, a room service staff met a rich businessman named Michael. Both of them gets attracted to each other and spent a sexy romantic full of lust journey to New Zealand. During the journey, Michael feels falling for her and wants more time with Clare and asks her to go with him. Which made Clare reveal her worse past secrets which can cause trouble for both of them in the future. But Michael assured her past will not come in between and they can have a good time together. Clare agrees and the problem started after Michael's relatives and friends come to know about Clare's past. How they still manage to stay in love, stay together is the story you will know next.

Yuki never wanted to be caught in anyone's drama. But when Ramir, Kade's obsessive best friend, discovers a deadly secret from a night Kade barely remembers, he gives her an ultimatum. Become his girlfriend or watch Kade's life get destroyed.

Yuki agrees to protect the boy she loves. Soon after the charges against Kade are dropped, his family sends him abroad, and he ghosts her completely.

A year later, Yuki enrolls in the same elite college. The shy girl Kade once adored has become the hottest girl on campus, pursued by every guy around. The gentle boy she sacrificed everything for has returned colder and more distant than ever.

Now Kade must fight to win back the only person who ever made him feel alive, even after he ghosted her.

I straddled him on the big bed with my mouth not leaving his and my fingers feverishly working on the buttons of his shirt fighting the need bursting forth in my as his hand wandered my thighs, working its way in between them agitating the flesh between my thighs. Stroking feathery in circular motion around my soaking wet panties before they coasted over to my boobs, squeezing the mound before he found the hook freeing them from the trapping bra. Another moan sounded in my throat as his lips worked on the hardened nipples.


A simple lie turns complicated when Ellen Evans switches places with her identical twin sister, Elena. This has her wiggling into the ruthless Prince Sebastian's bed. Things grow complicated now she is marked by her twin sister’s mate but what happens when the truth surfaces the next morning?

Prince Sebastian's life takes a different turn when his path crosses with Ellen's. Things grow even more complicated when he realizes Ellen is pregnant with his child but worse, Ellen is nowhere to be found.

Alice a girl who falls in love with her bestfriend's brother who is her family friend's son and now presently ber business partner. Everything in her life was going smooth and fast as she had her love, friend's, family and a perfect job now just like a beautiful nightmare she had. But thinks started changing when she got kidnapped from a resort where she was enoying her happiness thinking its a happy ending. Ethan was a mafia leader which was a secret for her and comes out near her after she gets kidnapped. She discovers from her kidnapper many secrets and especially her moms death reason and starts trusting her kidnapper. Will she ever get out of this hostage and will still love Ethan? Or will find a true love in someone else which is her kidnapper?