205 Book(s) Related to dont turn around

Noah Carter doesn’t lose control.

Captain of Ridgeway University’s team.
Disciplined. Admired. Untouchable.

Until Elias Moore.

Soft skirts. Sharp eyes. Unapologetically visible.

What starts as a glance turns into a secret.
What should have been one mistake becomes an addiction.

Noah tells himself it’s temporary.
Elias knows better.

Because desire doesn’t disappear just because you refuse to name it.

And when reputation collides with need, someone will have to choose what matters more — the life they built, or the truth they can’t outrun.

Some mistakes burn.

Some demand to be claimed.

EJ Hollen and Zenia Blackman were friends before deciding on having things get more serious between them. All EJ wanted was to be loved for who he is but Zenia was bended on true love doesn't exist and was more keen on living in the moment. She was also harboring a dark secret from EJ and when he found out, all things fell apart, including their relationship.
Would they ever love each other again?

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

I'm a siren. Every fifty years, I need to eat a heart. Not just any heart—it has to be rotten to the core. The more evil, the better it feeds.
So when Arthur Pendleton, billionaire marine philanthropist and secret trafficking kingpin, spotted a helpless blind girl sitting alone at his charity gala, he thought he'd hit the jackpot.
He took me to his cliffside villa. Cooked me dinner. Drugged my milk.
Cute.
The drugs broke down the second they hit my stomach. His guard found out about the restraints the hard way—right before I snapped his neck.
Now Arthur is steering his yacht into open water, chasing a sunken treasure that doesn't exist, too drunk on greed to notice the strange singing in the fog, or that the blind girl in his passenger seat can see him perfectly fine.
He has no idea what's waiting in the deep.

But Owen. You can’t just quit your job, sell your house, and run away with a band. People just don’t do that.

When her childhood sweetheart Owen breaks off their engagement, quits his job, and sells his house to pursue a career as the lead guitarist of a band, Emily’s world comes crashing down around her.

Owen was, after all, her best friend and always had been. They had grown up next-door neighbors, gone to the same school, the same university. They had even bought houses next to each other.

They had been each other’s first for everything. Absolutely everything. There had never been anyone else, not even for a moment.

Just as Emily begins to find her feet again and form her own plans, Owen’s backup singer calls in sick, and Emily steps in to save the day.

Soon she finds herself swept up in a crazy ride to the top of the music industry which might just save her relationship with Owen or end it completely.

Warning Matured Content [Rated +18]

Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes.

“I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!”

I yearn after I open my eyes. It is just a dream. But that didn't happen because rising my eyes, only the click, the light of the camera, and the applause of the people popped into my depressed eyes.

Randall, the handsome billionaire, stands beside me, claiming that we have been a pair of lovers for so long.

But I don't recognize him.

Because I lost my memory.

"You do realize we're getting married this Friday, right?"
"It's just a contract. No feelings. No strings."
"Then why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Sienna Madsen had always played by the rules. Until life left her no choice.
With her beloved mother gone, hospital bills piling up, and rent soaring beyond reach, Sienna is desperate. Her best friend has a wild solution: marry a brooding Canadian hockey player who needs a green card. One year of fake marriage, a free apartment, and no strings attached—what could go wrong?
Enter Matt Gruber. Grumpy. Gorgeous. Guarded. He's the last person Sienna expects to share a roof with, let alone a bathroom. But what begins as a paper arrangement quickly sparks forbidden chemistry neither can deny. He cooks. She tempts. And the boundaries between pretend and passion blur dangerously fast.
Sienna promised herself she wouldn't fall. But when the season ends and the divorce papers are signed, can she really walk away from the only man who's ever made her feel at home?

Have you ever seen a screaming toddler and thought, wow, they just can’t be the same good-natured kid who was eating cereal ten minutes ago?
Well… Sometimes you just might turn out to be right.
It turns out, the fae stole my little brother. In his place? A pixie with boundary issues and a talent for home repairs.
I’ve spent my life taking care of everyone else. So when my baby brother is taken, I don’t hesitate. I walk straight into a faerie mansion and make a bargain with its infuriatingly charming master.
Kie is everything you’d expect from a dangerous fae, beautiful, political, and entirely too amused by me. Power wrapped in a smirk. Sensual, mischievous, and far too aware of the effect he has on people. He agrees to help me find my brother.
For a price.
Now I’m bound by a faerie bargain and navigating a world of glamour, manipulation, and ancient rules I definitely should have learned sooner, enchanted forests, political games, magical contracts, and a fae lord who treats seduction like a perfectly reasonable negotiation tactic.
Iron is how I keep people out.
Glamour is how he draws them in.
And apparently, they just don’t mix.

Being the granddaughter and only blood relative of one of the most powerful Alphas alive should’ve made Samara the princess of her pack if not heir to the Alpha throne— adored, protected, and living the dream every female werewolf craves.

But that wasn't the case with Samara. Why?

Well because she's the product of two bloodlines that should never have crossed paths, an abomination — a curse in wolf form. And this led to her being Shipped off to a distant pack at a very young age, where she grew up as nothing more than a slave and lowly omega, a punching bag for those who thought she didn’t belong, because she doesn't.

Just when she thought life couldn’t get any worse, she discovers her grandfather’s cruel plan to marry her off to strengthen alliances. Desperate for freedom, Samara runs away, guided only by her wolf and the hope of a new beginning.

But fate is never kind to the cursed.

Her escape leads her straight into the territory of her mate — a cold, ruthless Alpha who would rather spill her blood than claim her. And to make things worse, she isn’t just fighting for her life… she’s fighting for his heart against the Beta who already owns it.

What do you think will happen when Lucian, her mate, discovers the deadly and powerful secret of her bloodline?

And what about when she meets George — Lucian's rival and sworn enemy — and realizes how wildly her heart beats for him, how intensely her body craves him?

Who do you think she'll end up with... that is, if she gets a happily ever after?

‎"By next week, your heart should fetch me my money. But I'd like for you to do something for me first... sign the consent form, Madison Turner."
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‎It wasn't a question. It was an order.
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‎Not all devils had tails and horns.
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‎Alessandro Bianchi was the perfect example - a devil wrapped in the body of a Greek God. He is breathtakingly beautiful on the outside, but ruthless in his dealings.
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‎One debt. One reckless deal.
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‎Now, my soul was tied to a monster who refuses to let me go. A man who wants to own every inch of me, my blood and my body.
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‎I became his worst nightmare. The daughter of the man he swore to wipe out his entire lineage. I was the blood of his greatest enemy.
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‎What were the odds he’d spare her life when he found out her true identity? Or would he eventually realize that the only thing more dangerous than his hate... was the way he craved his enemy's daughter?
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‎Dive into a world of obsession, blood feuds, and forbidden desire. A journey of secrets, lies and deadly truths.
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Tina isn’t her real name, but it’s the one she wears when she steps into club TRUTH dressed in a stilettos and secrets, posing as a seductive stripper. Beneath the glitter and gloss lies a cold, trained assassin on a deadly mission: eliminate Nikolai Petrov, a corrupt billionaire with a history soaked in blood.
At least that’s what her handler told her.
But the man she targets isn’t some fragile tech mogul- he’s the king of a brutal empire. The head of the Russian crime family. Ruthless, powerful, and disturbingly perceptive. Her blade never makes it to his throat. He overpowers her, and when she wakes up chained in his underground compound, bruised and exposed, Tina realizes two things:
She’s in deep.
And he’s watching her with a hunger that goes far beyond revenge.

In the cutthroat world of organized crime, where loyalty is a currency more precious than diamonds, Mafia Don Luciano Rossi reigns supreme. His life, a tapestry woven with threads of power, violence, and calculated risk, is about to be irrevocably altered. A woman, initially perceived as nothing more than a debt, a possession to be collected, is poised to ignite a fire within him he never knew existed.

Her presence is a disruption, a stunning anomaly in his carefully constructed world. She is not just beautiful; she is a force of nature, a whispered promise of something more profound than he has ever known. As their lives intertwine, Luciano is forced to confront the ghosts of his past, the ruthless choices that paved his path to power.

His journey toward self-discovery and the uncharted territory of love is fraught with peril, especially when betrayal lurks in the shadows, cloaked in the guise of loyalty. In this high-stakes game of survival, where alliances crumble and trust is a fragile illusion, Luciano must navigate a treacherous landscape of shifting loyalties and shocking revelations.

Just when he believes he has deciphered the true meaning of love and redemption, a twist of fate will challenge his very understanding of everything he holds dear.

At a lavish party, my uncle forced me to entertain a disgusting, powerful man.
"He has STDs," they whispered, "she's worse than a prostitute."
But I wasn't their puppet. With one sentence, I turned the tables and secured a $50 million deal. Just as I thought I'd won, he cornered me, his eyes filled with rage.
"You'll pay for this, whore!" he snarled.
As his bodyguards dragged me away, a chilling voice cut through the air. "Let her go."
It was Verio Soren, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. He pulled me into his arms, his scent of cedar and danger surrounding me. "She's with me now."

Sofia De Luca never knew that her simple life hid a big secret. She was a member of the De Luca Mafia family, which had disappeared after an internal split. Her life changes completely when she is kidnapped by Dario Moretti, a notorious young Mafia boss from the Moretti family, her family’s sworn enemy.

Initially, Dario only wants to use Sofia as a tool to bring down the De Luca family without knowing who she is. However, the situation becomes more complicated when Sofia’s origins are revealed. Sofia is confronted with a harsh reality: her family, whom she has always considered innocent, has had a hand in the great tragedy that destroyed Dario’s family in the past.

The tension peaks when the battle between the two Mafia families heats up again. In hatred, revenge, and betrayal, Dario and Sofia begin to feel something they never expected: love. However, their love may be the biggest sin they can commit, as every step closer means more blood is shed.

Sofia must now choose to side with the family she has never known or trust Dario, who is slowly showing a softer side behind his mask of cruelty. Can their love unite two divided worlds, or will they be destroyed by old grudges that never die?

"Are you sure you want to have sex?"
In a haze of drugged desire, I made the most reckless choice of my life—hiring a stranger as my antidote. I thought he was just a nameless escort, but the next morning, I woke up to find I’d spent the night with Vincent Thorne, the city’s most powerful and notoriously celibate billionaire.

I, Claire Blackwell, am the unwanted adopted daughter of the Blackwell family. They framed me, betrayed me, and discarded me the moment their biological daughter returned. But they forgot one thing: I’m done playing the victim. With the Thorne family’s backing and a secret weapon up my sleeve, I’m ready to reclaim everything they stole.

But as I dismantle my enemies, I find myself trapped in a dangerous game with Vincent. He claims we’re just cousins, yet his possessive lips and burning touches say otherwise. Is he my savior, or the most dangerous trap I’ve ever fallen into?

She is the only daughter of a notorious mafia boss, but she is forced by her father to marry a hateful bastard in a contract marriage. To avenge her father, she has a one-night stand with a charming man, but unexpectedly falls into the trap of another terrible man, who is her father's enemy and another mafia boss. His mission is to make her father disappear.
She regards him as her only salvation, but he regards her as a pawn for revenge. When two enemies dance on the sharp knife, what will be the final outcome?

He was supposed to be my stepfather. I was supposed to call him Daddy, instead of baby, my darling, or even my husband. But when my mother was murdered, he suddenly dragged me to the altar to take my mother's place to marry him. As if my mother's murder wasn't shocking enough, I was forced to say I do under his piercing gaze, and even a gun to my ribs. I was scared, and I couldn't refuse. I had to marry a stranger who was supposed to be my stepfather. And worse, I didn't know that my future stepfather, or now my future husband, was a Don.
"You'll be safe as long as you use my last name. I'll make sure they won't touch a single hair on your head."
"Really? What happened to my mother showed otherwise."
"Too bad, Katherine no longer has my last name. And you, you're Fiona Craig now."
Life was so strange. In an instant I lost my mother. In an instant I became the wife of the Don, Joshua Craig. And who knows what would happen next. It felt so wrong to us. It felt so wrong to me.

Ayanna was just a ballerina struggling to maintain her Principessa Danzante position at Prima Motion Dance Company.
On an unruly night, she's rescued by a brooding man whose eyes are filled with nightmares and dark fantasies.

Massimo had always thought that he would never see the ballerina that he always dreamt about.
Fate seems to be on his side when he saves his mysterious ballerina from a cruel man.
Now he has found his ballerina and he's not letting her go even though that decision might lead to a big war between two rival mafia families.

Will Ayanna and Massimo's love story survive the odds? Will she be his doom or salvation?

Find out by reading The Don's Ballerina.

Author's note: The Don's Ballerina is a BWWM dark mafia romance and like a retelling of The Beauty and Beast story.

Arielle's life changed when her mother's debt forced her into a loveless marriage with billionaire Raymond Tristian. She planned to endure one year of marriage, and he would settle her mother's debts. But Arielle had a secret - a precious four-year-old daughter, Crystal born from a past love that went sour.

As the days turned into months, Arielle found herself drawn to Raymond's charismatic presence and unexpected kindness. Despite their initial understanding, she began to question her decision to divorce him after a year. Her past love was lurking in the corner.

Just as Arielle's feelings for Raymond deepened, Raymond first love came into the picture, pregnant for Raymond.
How would Arielle navigate the emotions entangling her relationship with Raymond and her past lover? Read to find out.

One hundred years married to Everett, and I've learned one thing: whenever he wants to push me into a corner, he throws the mate bond dissolution agreement in my face. Whenever my parents want me to cave, they hold the family name over my head.

They've always wanted the same thing — for me to hand over everything I have to my twin sister Rosalie, who's been sick her whole life.

I've fought it. I've grieved over it.

But when the doctor slid the diagnosis across the desk — Blood Depletion Syndrome, late stage, less than two weeks left — something in me just went quiet.

What's the point of fighting when you're already dead?

"I'm a stripper, so what?"
"You dare speak to me like that?" Ryan growled. "You ungrateful, good-for-nothing, wretched stripper."
"You have no right to judge me. You're only privileged by luck."
"Don't get too comfortable. You never know what's coming for you. Watch your back." Did I just stand up to the most ruthless and feared billionaire in town? Unfortunately, he's my husband. And I might be in deeper trouble than I thought.
Ryan, a spoiled and ruthless 30-year-old billionaire, can't access his father's empire unless he's married. Desperate, he contracts Iris -a bold 26-year-old stripper-to pose as his wife. Iris, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, agrees. But as her life finally seems to come together, shadows from the past threaten to tear it apart.
Ryan's hidden identity and a dark family secret push their lives into turmoil, with his manipulative mother determined to keep the truth buried. Will Iris be the key to unlocking Ryan's empire, or will their fake marriage lead to something far more real-like love?
And as tensions rise, will the empire fall into unexpected hands?

"Our worlds cannot be merged together; no matter how much we try, it will be useless. We just have to give up!" Elise's voice shook, though her alpha glare never wavered.
Rory stepped closer, his voice low and guttural. "You think I don't know that? I know it's impossible… I know you can't abandon your people, and I can't abandon mine."
His hand brushed her cheek, eyes blazing. "But that doesn't change the fact that I crave you. Every breath you take pulls me closer, no law or bloodline can stop it. Tell me you don't feel it too… and I'll walk away."


Every year, Elise, the fierce heir to the SilverClaw Pack, walks into the grand mate-gathering hall with hope burning in her chest—only to leave alone. Without a mate, she can never claim the Iron Throne. And this year is no different…
Until a violent storm changes everything.
Stranded on the wrong side of town, Elise crosses paths with Rory, a rough-edged, dangerously handsome rogue leader who's younger, untamed.
He's everything she shouldn't want. Rough where she's refined. A leader of outcasts, branded an enemy to her people. Forbidden.
But fate doesn't care about bloodlines or crowns. The Moon Goddess has other plans.
No law, no tradition, not even bloodlines can break the pull between them. But with packs divided and war brewing in the shadows, choosing Rory could cost Elise her throne… and spark a conflict that might destroy them both.
Torn between duty and an impossible love, Elise must decide: Will she walk away from her destiny… or risk everything for the mate the moon chose for her?

Layla's life has never really felt like her own. Torn away from by the man she truly loves, Layla must choice between duty, desire, and destiny to keep pack, and her son, safe from an evil she didn't expect—

Solomon whispered, “You are my mate, Layla Undertow. I swear this to you and to the Goddess, I will not reject you.” He looked deeply into her eyes, his long black eyelashes holding back tears.

Immediately Layla knew she had crossed a line. “I love you. I am your mate. You felt it the same way I did. There is no magic that could force it. I want you.”

But it didn’t matter anyway, for Anthony did not hear her. He instead clapped his hands and embraced Alistar. “This is good. You have my blessing.”

Alistar winked at her over her father’s shoulder. “She is the mate I have been waiting for my entire life. She is mine.”

Torn Between Two Alphas: The Luna’s Choice is created by Bethany Hardt, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

When Chrissy agrees to go camping with her new, hot boyfriend, she never imagined she'd be roughing it under the stars, or that she'd get lost.
When Luther, the werewolf, went for a run in a summer storm, he never expected to get pinned under a tree and rescued by a curvy, slightly crazy version of a brunette Barbie.

Now Chrissy thinks Luther is her new 'puppy',
Luther's new name is Fluffy,
And back in the city, the pack is about to have the laugh of their lives.

But try as he might, Luther can't seem to bring himself to leave her, and Chrissy could never known that there was an underground battle in Seattle for who would get to claim the city as their pack's territory.

That scumbag who turned into a jerk as soon as he had some money had been sneaking around with my stepsister behind my back. On our wedding night, no less, he was still carrying on with her! To make matters worse, my shameless stepsister drugged me, causing me to lose my long-preserved virginity to some stranger, and I even ended up pregnant with his child! And now, that traitorous bastard wants to divorce me so he can be with my despicable stepsister! Over my dead body!
Four years later, I returned to the country with triplets born abroad, armed with unparalleled medical skills and a burning desire for revenge against those who betrayed me. My ex-husband, that scumbag, begging for a second chance? Get lost!
But what’s the deal with this billionaire I accidentally saved? Not only does he look just like my kids, but he’s also shamelessly insisting on being their father!
The billionaire: "They are my children. Who else do you want them to call dad?"

Three years ago, Marco Ferraro stepped over the corpses of the Vancetti family to claim his throne, delivering my sentence with cold indifference: "Don't take it personally, Noelle. It's just business."
Three years later, he is the untouchable new Godfather of New York, while I am nothing but a ghost in a threadbare coat.
His classless fiancée didn’t just buy my mother’s legacy—she took that rare pink diamond and dropped it, right in front of everyone, into a glass of whiskey thick with spit.
"Thirsty, fallen princess?"
She kicked the backs of my knees hard, forcing me onto the glass-strewn floor. Her sharp stiletto heel ground into my knuckles. "Drink it, or die."
Marco stood to the side, lighting a cigar, his eyes filled with nothing but boredom.
I tightened my grip on the shard of glass hidden in my palm, ready to drag us all down to hell.
But before I could strike, the deafening roar of rotor blades tore through the dome of the auction house. A pitch-black military helicopter hovered just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the violent rotor wash instantly shattering every champagne tower in the room.
A voice that made the entire underworld tremble boomed through the speakers:
"Which one of you suicidal bastards touched my woman?"
A dozen crimson laser dots instantly painted a target on Marco’s forehead.
Rafael, "The Phantom," had arrived.
Tonight, no one makes it out of here alive—except me.

When my husband handed the project I bled for to his "depressed" childhood sweetheart, he told me to be mature. "You're my wife. You shouldn't care about the credit."

So, when I was in the hospital miscarrying our baby while he threw her a party, I didn't cry. When she posted selfies wearing my anniversary necklace, I didn't scream.

Julian thought he had finally broken me into the perfect, obedient housewife. He truly believed I was nothing without him.

What a pathetic joke.

He had no idea his entire "business empire" was secretly kept alive by my family's trust fund.

He certainly didn't know the "mundane paperwork" he blindly signed this morning was my resignation—and our divorce agreement.

For the tenth time, James Smith left me behind because of a call from his female student.
But it was as if I had become a different person—I no longer doubted that there was something ambiguous between James and his student.
Even on our wedding anniversary, when he abandoned me in the remote mountains for Sophia's sake, I bore no resentment.
Eventually, James began to sense something.
"Emily, you seem different," he said.
I shook my head with a smile.
Because I had simply made a different choice from the one in my past life.

Ryan Von Roald was exiled from his Kingdom by his Father in order to avoid going to war with a powerful Empire.

Instead of feeling depressed, the Sixth Prince of the Finis Kingdom even rejoiced because he could now do whatever he wanted.

With the help of the Magical Grimoire, whom he named Builder, Ryan embarked on a journey in creating his own Kingdom. However, this grand undertaking wasn't smooth sailing.

Soon, Ryan found himself fighting against nobles, and other factions who dared to get in his way, showing the world that even an exiled prince could build a majestic kingdom from scratch!


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"Tell me to stop." His mouth grazed her throat, unhurried, deliberate. "Say it, and I'll let you walk out of here alive."

Elena didn't say it.

She was sent to Chicago to destroy Luca Moretti, the Devil King who rebuilt his empire on blood and grief and the ghost of a dead wife. She was trained for this. Weaponized for this. She knows exactly how obsession looks when it wears the mask of devotion.

The problem? She's wearing his dead wife's face.

And the longer she stays inside his penthouse, his bed, his hands, his dangerous, devastating tenderness, the harder it becomes to remember which part of this is the mission and which part is something she's never been allowed to have.

She came here to kill him.

He knows.

He's keeping her anyway.

And somewhere in Viktor's buried files is a secret that won't just shatter their future, it will rewrite everything Elena believes she survived

To save her father’s life, Camila Alcatraz agrees to a deal that will ruin her forever.

One year as the property of Marco Terenzio, the feared mafia king with blood on his hands and secrets in his soul.

She was meant to break.

Instead, she made him obsessed.

But in a world of lies, betrayal, and guns, loving a monster comes at a deadly price, and when the truth finally explodes, only one of them may survive.

In my third year of marriage to Cassius, I saw his childhood sweetheart Serena post a photo on a luxury yacht with the caption: "My man always knows what I want."

That yacht was supposed to be my birthday gift.

I called the dealer. "Mr. Vitale transferred it to Miss Monte."

Cassius called immediately. "Stop checking up on me. I owed her this. Why are you so insecure?"

That night, he kicked my medication across the floor. "Stop reminding everyone I owe you my life."

Three years ago, I gave him my gas mask during a shootout. The toxins destroyed my lungs.

When he burned my face with an iron, he drove me to the hospital—until Serena called crying about a burst pipe.

He shoved me out into the pouring rain. "You're not going to die. She needs me more."

For the first time in three years, I realized I should stop saving a man who'd already chosen someone else.

"You belong to me. I own you. No matter how far you run... I will find you. And the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you're in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
Rosa's body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words.
Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa became Silvio's possession the moment she entered his world.
But Rosa would rather die than remain his prisoner.
Eight months pregnant with his child, she risks everything to escape, only to be betrayed, shot, and presumed dead.
Years later, Rosa lives as Jia, hiding behind a new identity and raising twin children far from the mafia world.
Until Silvio sees her again.
The man she once feared never stopped searching.
Now he wants answers.
And when he discovers the children are his, running will no longer be an option.

Anastasia, a rising fashion designer, receives a life-changing offer: a ten-million-dollar contract to style Luciano Roberto, a CEO with a dangerous secret. From the subtle touch of their hands to the electrifying glances exchanged, their attraction is undeniable. Venture through life-threatening encounters to unravel mysteries, Anastasia's world is turned upside down.

With danger lurking at every corner, can she resist the magnetic pull of Luciano's gaze?

Three years ago, Sofia Cruz kissed Luca Moretti under the stars, not knowing he was the heir to the city’s deadliest mafia family.
The next morning, she vanished—leaving him with nothing but questions and a grudge that burned hotter than desire.
Now, desperate for money, Sofia takes a job as a live-in maid at the Moretti estate… only to discover the room she’s cleaning belongs to him.
Luca hasn’t forgiven her for running. But instead of kicking her out, he keeps her close—dangerously close—teasing, cornering, and making her remember exactly what she walked away from.
As the mafia war outside the mansion turns bloodier, Sofia is pulled deeper into Luca’s world… where every touch is a threat, every kiss a warning, and every whispered promise could be a lie.
And Luca? He doesn’t just want her back—he wants her to pay.

He leans in close, his breath was warm against my ear, sending a tingling sensation over my skin and leaving me breathless. His voice is husky and dangerous, sending a jolt down into my abdomen. "Did you enjoy what you saw, Mia?" he asks, his words laced with mischievous intent.
A whimper escaped me, and I quickly bit my lip to stop it, but his touch was hypnotic, and I was melting into his body that was pressed up against mine, making me feel trapped and helpless.
How could I be repelled by Dominic's darkness, yet drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. This man had an overwhelming presence, his dominance and control sparking a twisted curiosity within me that I didn’t know how to handle or approach.


Mia finds herself entangled in a web of power and deceit. After discovering her ex-boyfriend's infidelity, she meets Dominic, a ruthless alpha and her ex's dad, who awakens a forbidden attraction within her. As Mia's true identity is revealed, she's torn between the allure of Dominic's dark charm and an arranged marriage. Mia must make impossible choices to protect herself and those she loves. Will she surrender to the forces that seek to control her, or will she forge her own path in this dangerous game of love and loyalty?

"She's not the bride. She's my chosen wife."

Zeno Alaister Leander Valentini

Lyla was only his substitute bride until she took his time, attention, and life.

A year ago, Sophia was recalled from overseas medical school. Her father announced she must marry Ethan Sullivan, head of the Sullivan crime family, to save their bankruptcy.

Ethan Sullivan—uncrowned king of New York's underworld, cold-blooded killer. Complete opposite of her life-saving profession.

She fought desperately—humiliated him at their engagement, sabotaged business meetings, even escaped at midnight. Ethan never got angry, just quietly cleaned up, growing more gentle and devoted.

Until rival families shot at them. He shielded her with his body, blood soaking his white shirt, still comforting her: "It's okay. I'm here."

Sophia fell completely.

"I'll marry you," she told him in his hospital bed, "but tell me—do you really love me?"

Ethan nodded without hesitation: "I love you. You're the first and only one."

After marriage, Sophia enjoyed sweet life as a mafia wife. Until she learned Ethan's "sister" Isabella had leukemia. When her bone marrow matched, she donated without hesitation, thinking this proved their love.

Until tonight's party. A drunk lieutenant asked: "Boss, what's your biggest regret in life?"

Ethan was silent for a long moment: "Giving up the woman I loved."

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing.
He saw my face.
That was the end of my normal life.
Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive.
Maybe he was right.
The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head.
That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about.
I came here as a witness.
I stayed as something else entirely.
Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave.
The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him.
I was about to find out.

She was an S-rank spy — cold, brilliant, unstoppable. Then her own people betrayed her, and she died.
She woke up as the family idiot everyone laughed at.
Scarred face. Malnourished. Dead last in school. Abused by her stepmother, framed by her sister, mocked by the entire campus.
The original owner of this body could take it. She couldn't.
Call her ugly? She formulates her own skincare remedy — and stuns the room.
Call her stupid? Top university presidents come knocking at her door. Legendary doctors beg for her secret formulas. Global superstars chase her down for a collaboration.
All she wanted was a quiet, ordinary life this time around.
Instead, her covers keep blowing, and without even trying, she's climbed back to the top of the world.
Meanwhile, the most mysterious young lord in the city opens her classified file from her past life. A slow smile crosses his face.
"This so-called idiot… is rather interesting."

After I found out about the secret admirer he’s been talking to for the past two months the, he throws divorce papers at my face after being married for six months. He claims that his admirer would give him half of the Williamson cooperation. He thinks I’m the naive middle class woman he married but what he doesn’t know is I’m the owner of the Williamson Cooperation, the company I inherited from my father’s as his only child just before he died. Throws out of the house, I decided to reclaim my power and move back to my estate. I hosted a convention where the secret admirer would be handing him the properties and I put everyone in shock when I show up and they find out it’s me. Richard begs at my feet for mercy but I totally ignore him and choose his personal assistant who has always been good to me from the very day I stepped into Richard’s mansion as his wife

I bit my lip, trying to think of an answer. “It’s not that—”
A gasp left my lips as he grabbed the back of my neck tightly. His lips were dangerously close to my ears now. When I dared to look at him, my heart stopped for a second.
“You’re a fake, aren’t you?”
...
Vivian never imagined she would marry Dominic DeLaurentis, the ruthless mafia Don feared across Rome and beyond.
The bride was supposed to be her sister, Veronica, but she ran away, and to save the family, Vivian had to step forward.
All she had to do was play the part of the perfect bride. She becomes both prisoner and plaything, bound by the marriage contract and by his control.
However... beneath her fear lies a dangerous longing, a hunger she cannot deny. She discovers his great obsession.
Will Dominic also ever realize her true identity?
The wrong bride and the wrong beginning, but perhaps it could become the right love in the end.

Madison Trent has a hidden secret, but not for long once a charming, antagonistic dominant named Zack Downs enters the picture. Madison, a single independent woman who refuses to be owned, finds herself in Zack’s arms when the mafia’s seedy underbelly sets their sites on her. Will Maddie accept his help or will she let her fear consume her?

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

At Thornfield Academy, power wears a perfect smile.
Old money. Legacy names. Students raised to rule the world before they even graduate. They call themselves untouchable. They call themselves saints.

They’re lying.

Jordan is not supposed to exist here. Not under this name. Not in this body. Disguised as James Blake, she’s hiding in plain sight, buried inside a school built on secrets, privilege, and rot. One wrong move and everything unravels. Her past. Her identity. The truth about the blood she left behind.

But Thornfield is not just another elite academy.

The students are watching. Testing. Hunting for weakness.

The pretty sinners who break people for fun.
The dirty saints who pretend they’re innocent.

And then there’s Teddy Phillips. Too kind for a place like this. Too close for comfort.

Then there's the captain of the Soccer team. The only one who might see through her before she’s ready.

Because Jordan did not come here just to survive.

She came here because Thornfield is hiding something.

And if she is right, the lies buried in these halls are worth killing for.

In a school where legacy is everything, the truth is the most dangerous thing of all.

Do you have someone couldn’t forget in high school?
The boy who keeps disturbing you to attract your attention? You hate him a lot.
But several years later, you meet him again, will everything is the same as before or will the hate become love between your two?


When Hailey goes back home to the small town where she grew up for a vacation, she is expecting everything that a reunion could bring.

Meeting her parents again after a long time, had a happy time with her family, dealing with relatives she didn't like.

However, she wasn't expecting to meet Boris Stern again, the guy who had bullied her in high school.

And she definitely wasn't expecting a rollercoaster romance to begin.

For three whole years, as the "partner" of the bourgeois empress Victoria, I remained the most docile shadow of her business empire. Everyone thought I was a beautifully kept ornament, but only I knew that beneath this glittering facade, every shadow was a chaotic situation I had quelled with my own blood and flesh. It wasn't
until she used her daughter's final resting place as leverage to appease her lover that I realized that marriage was nothing more than a deceptive hunt.
Now, I'm going to recoup the costs.