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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

The world begins to break at exactly 7:13 PM, a specific moment lodged in the evening like a splinter beneath skin. The sky fractures along invisible seams, shadows start hunting people in the streets with a patient hunger, and entire buildings disappear without warning as if they had never existed at all. Before the night is over, Kol dies beneath a falling piece of masonry, his last breath rattling out across broken pavement. Then he wakes up again in the same city at the same time with the same disaster unfolding around him, but something is different now, a shift he cannot quite name pressing against the inside of his chest.

A strange countdown has appeared beneath his skin, numbers ticking downward in a language he does not recognize but somehow understands. People who remember previous cycles keep appearing before every collapse, their faces are always the same and their words always changing.

Hidden inside the ruins of the dying city is another version of Kol, one who claims this world has already ended dozens of times before, each ending bleeding into the next like watercolors left out in the rain. With every reset, Kol learns more about the patterns controlling the apocalypse, the hidden machinery turning behind the scenes of destruction. The problem he soon discovers is that the more he remembers, the more dangerous he becomes, a truth that settles in his bones alongside the countdown. The world does not want to be understood, and the cycle is starting to notice him, a small aberration is a flawless design.

In a collapsing reality where death is temporary but mistakes are permanent. Kol must survive long enough to uncover the truth before the next reset erases everything again, including the fragile hope he has begun to carry.

In the glittering world of Vespera, power is bought with blood, and beauty is the ultimate weapon.

Three years have passed since the name Margo Valderama died in a tragic fire. Now, she returns as Eris—a "Jade" buried in the mud of the Iron Roots, ready to enter The Sanctum: the secret training ground for the country’s most lethal mistresses.

Her mission is simple: Infiltrate the Thorne Empire. Destroy the people who framed her father. And kill the man she once loved—Julian Thorne.

Julian is the Conservator. He is cold, lethal, and obsessed. He thinks he’s rescuing a broken girl from the slums to turn her into a perfect pet. Little does he know, he’s invited his own executioner into his bed..

In a house where love is a defect and secrets are currency, who will break first?

"Rule Number Thirteen: Kill them all."

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.

For six years, Violet lived in the shadow of "Auntie Quinn," receiving only coldness from her husband, Adrian, and resentment from her son. When she finally breaks, she waives all rights and starts over. Reborn as a power player, Violet is cold and distant. Her son, panicked, fakes illness to see her, only for her to coolly send him back. When suitors swarm her, Adrian snaps. He confronts her, asserting his dominance and intimacy. "No one knows you like this," he says, using his physical connection to reignite her past love, even as she reminds him they are divorced. “No,” he vows, “I never signed.” As she plans her escape from their renewed obsession, her son cries for her, and Adrian begs, "Choose me... please, choose me."

On our third wedding anniversary, I excitedly told my husband the news of my pregnancy, but he demanded I abort the child and divorce him!

To protect the baby in my womb, I fled!

Five years later, I returned with two children and had become an unreachable miracle doctor in the medical field, with countless suitors!

My bastard husband regretted everything. He apologized through a live broadcast and begged me to remarry him on bended knee.

I dismissed him with disdain. You were the one who wanted the divorce, you were the one who wanted me to abort the child. Regretting it now? Too late!

My two children also threw punches and kicks at him:

"Bad Daddy, you actually wanted to abort us!"

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."

For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.

However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.

Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.

But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

Life was always hard for Jae, but he felt completely broken when he had no other choice but to sleep with the most dangerous arm dealer for $30,000.

But he didn’t know that his whole life was going to change after that night.


“Seems like you’ve forgotten that you’re my sex doll, so how dare you disobey me?” said Chan, pinning Jae down on the bed.

It’s love.
It’s obsession.
Or is it just lust?

Chan himself doesn’t know why he can’t stay away from Jae. No matter what he does, he always finds himself near jae.

But for Jae, all of this was torture, until he found himself falling for Chan.

Five years ago, I was drugged and ended up having sex with a stranger, resulting in a pregnancy. I chose to go abroad to give birth.
Five years later, I returned with my son, determined to seek revenge on those who conspired against me.
At this moment, a man appeared before me and my child, expressing his desire to become my son's father...

After three years of marriage, the first thing my husband did upon waking from his vegetative state was to humiliate me for my stepsister. I once thought that my three years of devoted care would earn me a shred of his affection, only to discover that he had always loved the woman who stole everything from me including my identity. For her sake, he forced me to leave with nothing and had me blacklisted throughout the city.

But what they didn't know was that the woman they discarded like a piece of trash would shed her apron and become a legendary racer who struck fear into the hearts of the entire racing world. When my husband's archrival extended an olive branch to me, this game of revenge began—who will ultimately be the winner?

I faked my death to escape one monster, only to wake up in the bed of a worse one.

To flee an abusive marriage, I staged my demise and hid as a plain corporate assistant. Until one reckless night, I surrendered my secrets to a dangerously seductive stranger—only to discover he is Kieran Ferrara, my family’s most lethal, sworn enemy.

Now, I’m his assistant by day, and his forbidden obsession by night.

But the ultimate ticking bomb just dropped: I'm pregnant. Kieran is a cold mafia tyrant who was told he’d never father a child. I am carrying his miracle heir. But if he learns the truth beneath my mask—that his precious assistant is the daughter of the man he hates most—my sanctuary will become my execution.

When the masks fall, will his dark obsession protect her, or ruin them both?

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

Peace was never meant to last.

Astrid Monroe —the Last Tribid—has finally survived the battles that nearly tore her apart. With Jason and Killian by her side, her foster family safe, and her sister Nyx chasing love in the human world, life at Velmora Academy feels almost… normal.

But normal doesn’t belong to someone like her.
Whispers of rival academies rise, ancient forgotten gods stir from the shadows, and enemies old and new are eager to claim the power in her blood. And when a new student arrives—mysterious, bold, and far too interested in her—Astrid finds herself caught in a dangerous game of desire and betrayal that could shatter everything she’s built with her mates.
In a world where loyalty is tested, love is threatened, and darkness hungers for her soul, Astrid will discover that surviving once was only the beginning.
Because peace was just the calm before the blood and ruin.

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

Yasmin Vaziri woke up in a hospital three years ago with no memory of who she was. Her only family, her aunt, told her to focus building a new life. So when a charming billionaire sweeps her off her feet at a party in Ibiza, she thinks her aunt's wish is finally coming true.

But Jonathan Cross is not just any billionaire. He is a man of scandal with an endless chain of children and women trailing behind him.

About to graduate from mistress to wife, Yasmin must navigate the schemes of his ruthless children and confront her forgotten past with Sebastian Cross, Jonathan's heir and the man she once loved

I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.

They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.

I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.

Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”

Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.

His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.

Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?

The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.

The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.

Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.

Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.

His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.

He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.

I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”

“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”

King Torian's evil is spreading across the realms.Conal and Gwen are hard-pressed to evade Torian's spies and armies while gathering support to combat the evil king's quest for total domination. But they can't do it alone and must seek out the help of dwarves and elves - with unintended consequences.The sudden arrival of dragon-hunters causes some to wonder if the people are filled with madness or if dragons, which were exterminated 150 years ago, might possibly still exist, especially as these fanatics are obsessed with their mission of finding and killing dragons. But why now? What has caused these zealots to abruptly appear, demanding to know where the dragons are?Just when things might be looking up for the rebellion, they discover there are traitors among them.Rune Marked is the second book in the series Dragons of Isentol, a tale of dragons, magic, and a growing rebellion against tyranny.

I endure a five-year sham bond with Preston, only to find he's truly bound to Thalia. Discovering his lies, I lose our cub to Thalia's poison and flee, changing my identity. Preston's desperate hunt contrasts with my rebirth in the mountains, where I build a new life helping others. Elijah, a lawyer I saved, stands by me, offering love. When Preston, consumed by regret, falls into a coma, I finally let go. Twenty years on, I thrive with Elijah, while Preston's last dream is a return to our false beginnings—my reality is brighter, free at last.

Five years ago, her boyfriend sunk to the lowest of his career, having no other options, Karen worked hard to find evidence to clear his name. Without help from anybody, Karen turned to Ava her best friend for help. Ava found a way for her to earn money. It involved selling her ovum. They had agreed to use artificial means to harvest her ovum, but the buyer changed his mind. The buyers locked her in a dark room.
Then, a man appeared in the darkness and tortured her a day and a night. Later, Karen received the money and successfully cleared Sage's name, sending him to new heights in his career. When Sage reached the top of the entertainment world, he decided to abandon her and cheated on her with Ava.He said Karen was disgusting. He looked down on her for giving  her dignity to another man.
However, she had done it all for his sake.Worst still, five days after Sage dumped her, she found out from a news on tv that Sage and Ava were engaged.It was a big blow to her face!So out of betrayal, Karen showed up at their engagement party.  Karen approached a complete stranger and kissed him.
Grey Crawley, the CEO of the Crawley' Corporation, had no interest in women of any kind.One evening, at a party with his family, he was surprised when a girl walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. Following that one decisive kiss, he vowed to claim her as his own.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for a small black bottle. “I thought you would prefer the gentle way,” he murmured. “Guess I was wrong.”

The poison burned down my throat—Deadly Nightshade. It was once my favorite. I had used it to end others. Now, he was using it on me.

“Sometimes,” he whispered, “the person you once loved is the one who finally kills you.”


Brinda Virginia’s life has always been a battle—against fate, against her own fire, and against a heart that beats too weakly to match the storm inside her.


Abandoned as a child and raised by the only woman who ever truly loved her, she’s now facing her biggest loss yet. Her stepmother is dying. And the clock is ticking—seventy-two hours. That’s all the time she has to save her.


But then he returns.


Francesco Dante. Her past. Her ruin. A man cloaked in shadows, bearing a twisted bargain—submit to him, body and soul, or lose everything.


To save the only family she has left, Brinda must surrender. But submitting, in a world ruled by power, lust, and betrayal, is never truly submission.


Because this man doesn’t just want to own her—he wants to unmake her, unravel her, and turn her fire to ash.


And the most devastating part?


She might just let him. And love, in this kind of story, always draws blood.

"Only one woman leaves alive. Choose, Jared."

My husband didn't even hesitate. He rushed past me, untying his weeping mistress, Natalie. "I choose her! Take Danika!" he screamed, refusing to look at me as I sat bound to the chair. He walked away, leaving me alone with the man paid to rape me. The monster laughed, unzipping his pants, thinking I was a broken doll. But he forgot I had nothing left to lose. As he forced himself on me, my hand found a pen in his pocket. I didn't beg for mercy. I plunged it straight into his eye socket.

Danika, the perfect wife of upcoming businessman Jared Fox is known to the world as a naive, beautiful wife who loves her husband to the core, however, no one knows just how dark her life is.

Enter Lysander Laurent-Ashworth, cold, disciplined, and feared across the business world for his ruthless precision. To everyone else, he is untouchable. To Danika, he is the stranger who saved her, and the man who seems determined to shield her, even from the truths she can’t remember.

Bound by a dangerous agreement neither of them fully understands, Danika finds herself drawn into Lysander's world but Lysander might just do anything to protect her. Absolutely, anything.

For three years, she nursed her paralyzed husband, risked her own life testing experimental drugs, and nearly destroyed her health to pull him back from the brink of death.
But on the very day he fully recovered, he held his first love in his arms and declared, “I will take care of her and our child for the rest of my life.”
Heartbroken, she asked for a divorce. In return, he coldly froze all her bank accounts and forced her out of the house with nothing, sneering, “You are nothing without me.”
It was not until she hid her pregnancy test and walked away for good that he finally panicked.

Nineteen times. That's how many times Lucas promised to marry me, only to leave me standing alone because of her.
Today was supposed to be our day. But as I stood in the biting cold outside the restaurant, watching him carefully help Selena into his Maybach, the marriage application still tucked in my purse, I finally understood—that "someday" would never come.
"Let's reschedule the registration, okay?" he'd said without even looking at me.
I walked straight to HR and submitted my resignation. Then I accepted the offer from the Morinetti family—his sworn enemies.
As I boarded my flight to the West Coast, my phone exploded with messages.
"We agreed to go to City Hall today. Where are you?"
I glanced at the screen one last time, then powered it off.
"We're done."

The biggest mistake of my life was falling in love with my childhood best friend, Cole Blackwood.

I grew up with Cole. He was my childhood best friend. When my mom died in a car accident in high school, his mother Lillian, my mom's best friend, saw that my stepmother didn't like me and took me in. She arranged our engagement. Cole protected me from bullies in high school. I fell for him. We secretly married at eighteen.

Shortly after the wedding, he was kidnapped. That's when everything fell apart. I threw myself off a cliff to draw the kidnappers away and save him. I was in a coma for three months. But when I came back to him, weak and broken, he thought some woman named Sophia Vanderbilt had saved him instead. He started hating me for "abandoning him" and grew cold. I tried to explain. He only believed what Sophia told him. My words meant nothing. 

Cole wanted to divorce me, but his parents refused to allow it. I refused too. Sophia drugged him to get pregnant and trap him into marriage, but he stumbled into the wrong room. He slept with me instead. I got pregnant. She faked videos to make him think they'd been together. She forged evidence that I'd cheated. He wouldn't listen to a word I said. 

Then we were both kidnapped and held hostage on a rooftop. Cole chose to save Sophia. I fell. I lost the baby. After Sophia was rescued, she went to the hospital for a checkup. They found leukemia. She needed a bone marrow transplant. I was the only match, but after everything, my body was too weak. Cole used the "debt" I owed his family to force me to donate. 

I refused. Sophia "died." Cole locked me in a psychiatric hospital and tortured me until I died. 

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he demanded my bone marrow. This time, looking at his desperate eyes, I said yes and decided to divorce him and leave him for good.

“Lola, I’ll love you for the rest of my life. If I ever break this promise, may heaven strike me down with thunder!”
The vows Ethan Jones made to me ten years ago still rang in my ears.
Yet ten years later, our daughter Lucy was standing in front of me, holding his hand—and the hand of his mistress, Alice.
“I don’t want you, you old, frumpy woman, as my mom. Alice is my mom!”
Not only did Ethan fail to stop Lucy’s cruel words, he looked at Alice with nothing but tenderness in his eyes.
Alice, too, showed no restraint. Right in front of me, she gently stroked Lucy’s little head and smiled.
“Of course. I’m your mom.”
In that moment, I finally understood something clearly—
In this family, I was nothing but an extra.

On the day she’s meant to marry the man she’s loved for years, Liora Reynolds’ world is ripped apart when a powerful stranger storms the ceremony and claims her as his bride.

Nikolai Volkov is ruthless, untouchable, and used to owning whatever he wants—and now, that includes Liora. Forced into a marriage she never agreed to, she’s determined to hate him, to fight him, even as the walls around her life begin to close in.

But nothing is as it seems.

The man she thought was her forever isn’t the person she believed. The one she’s been told is her enemy might be the only one who can protect her. And as dangerous truths unravel, Liora finds herself trapped between two men, two worlds, and a choice that could cost her everything.


"You should go rest," he says, eyes glinting with mischief.

"R.. rest?" I stutter.

"Yes little bride," he drawls, smiling. "You're going to need it."

"Wh.. what do you mean?"

"By night, we consummate our wedding."

The words slam into me like a physical blow. My throat closes, and I instinctively step back, but his hand shoots out, catching my chin between his fingers.

"Don’t look so pale," he murmurs, tilting my face up to his. "You’re my wife. It’s only natural."

"I.." My voice trembles. "You wouldn’t.."

"Oh, I would," his tone softens in the most chilling way. "And I will. You made your choice, Liora. Now you live with it."

My heart hammers so violently I think it might burst.

I saved my father.

But I think I’ve just sold myself to the devil.

“Well, now you’re a widow,” he said, smearing the blood of the man I had just married across my face before pulling his hand away. “What a pity. I am going to make you my mistress too",

“And nobody runs from me, mate.”

At the annual charity gala, I stood in the spotlight as the student representative.

My roommate, Harper, suddenly stormed the stage, publicly accusing me of being a sugar baby who seduced her father.

"That diamond necklace around her neck was bought with my dad's money!"

I instantly became public enemy number one. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of boos, and the administration, caving to the pressure, prepared to expel me on the spot.

Facing the out-of-control screaming and the countless live-stream cameras shoved in my face, I pulled out my phone and dialed the so-called "sugar daddy" right there in front of everyone.

"Dad," I said coldly. "Since when did I get a new 'sister'?"

I saw a post on Reddit, "Urgent! How do I convince my wife to donate bone marrow to my mistress?"

I scoffed and typed back, "What a piece of shit."

Right after I hit send, my husband came home. He grasped my hand, his voice shaky: "You have leukemia... but it's okay, we found a donor."

His right eye twitched—he always did that when he lied.

Then I remembered the worst comment on that post, "Trick your wife into thinking she's the patient."

Life imitating the internet, apparently.

He wanted to harvest my bone marrow for someone else.

When I finally saw his mistress's face, my world fell apart.

I never thought his mistress would be her......

I was Ethan Blake's perfect mistress for five years, adhering faithfully to his rules of secrecy and obedience.

I knew his coffee preferences, his pre-meeting anxieties, yet it wasn't until his arranged-marriage partner returned that I understood I was merely a replaceable 'item' in his life plan.

When my mother passed and the pressure of medical bills vanished, I realized for the first time — that contract with its monthly transfers had bought not just my time, but my very right to say 'no' to him.

And now, when I no longer need his money...

This transaction, forged in the name of bondage, will be terminated by me.

Cassian Vane doesn't break.
He wins. He endures. He hides.

Dominic Costello doesn't feel.
He smiles. He teases. He lies.

Years of rivalry and one library night that changes everything.

When Dominic throws a challenge just to make Cassian gold, he uncovers something else. Their bickering turns into something they didn't even realize. Late nights turn into almost-kisses. Almost-kisses turn into something dangerous.

Then Dominic's family destroys him. The smile disappears.

And Cassian realizes how imperfect Dominic's smile actually is.

I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.

WARNING: THIS IS NOT A SYNOPSIS. IT’S A HINT SPOILER.

This is the Story of FOUR HUGE MEN.
(And let’s be clear—this is NOT a Reverse Harem.)

These guys aren't heroes. They are roles played on four shattered women who didn't see them coming.

4 MEN. 4 SHATTERED WOMEN.

THEY WERE ALL TEMPTED TO RUIN.
COME MEET THEM ALL AND DROP WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT EACH!

Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.

Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.

He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."

I believed him.

Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.

That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.

But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.

I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.

Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.

"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"

"Finally. The family's saved."

I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry.
I never made it to dinner.
His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up.
An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence."
Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this.
"With what? You?"
My name is Sera Vitti.
That's all I'll say.

Ella has always known her place; at the very bottom. As an omega, she’s learned to stay invisible, to endure the taunts and cruelty, especially from the notorious Blackthorn twins, Lucian and Kade.

Golden, ruthless, and heirs to the Blackthorn pack, the alpha twins have made tormenting Ella their favorite pastime. To them, she’s nothing more than a reminder of weakness.

Until fate plays its cruelest trick.

When the unmistakable scent of the mate bond connects the three of them, their delicately ordered world shatters. The twins would rather reject fate than claim a weak omega, and Ella refuses to be bound to the monsters who made her life hell.

Jonathan’s way of loving was always paying in silence. After we broke up, he cleared my shopping cart, stocked up enough makeup remover to last me three years, trying his best to make up for it. But during those three years when I willingly waited for him to propose, he never said a word. Until one day, he found a small note I’d written in pencil three years ago in that wedding planning book: “It’s okay, I can wait.” He cried all night staring at that line, and the next day, he bought 17 copies of the same book. On the title page of each one, he wrote neatly: “Wait for me.” It turns out, the stupidest person takes three years just to learn to say “I love you.”

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.

I had been married for seven years, thinking I had the perfect family.

Until Christmas Eve, when I saw a delivery order for apartment 702. The note read: severe mango allergy.

My husband's allergy. The one that could kill him.

I flew downstairs and pounded on the door.

My husband opened it. The same man who was supposed to be "out of town on business."

A pregnant woman appeared behind him.

And my six-year-old son stood behind her, glaring at me with cold eyes:

"Make her leave, Mom. She's crazy."

My world shattered.

He had his face pointing at my pussy, his hands fondling the skin of my thighs as I let out a soft moan.
I could feel hands squeezing my bare breasts and my lips devoured by another.
My body squivered, my hormones kicks as I yanked on the bed moaning in a muffled tone, feeling the man who knelt before my pussy licking my wetness.
This was it, the moment I've been waiting for, to be devoured by my stepbrothers who looked at me like they already own me.


Lena happens to be invited to the palace by her estranged mother only to realize it's a funeral of the supreme alpha.
To worsen it, she happens to meet her boyfriend, Aaron from the past who left her shattered bringing up memories.
To worsen it, they got to realize they are step siblings.
Wanting to leave there quietly, she suddenly gets informed that she's the next alpha king rather than Aaron who has worked all his life for it.
It didn't end there, he had other brothers, dangerous, hot and sexy who sees her as their thing to either ruin or keep.
Coupled with the palace play of power, she's left to either accept this responsibility or drop it for her safety.
But staring at her ex who looked down on her, a bully who mocks her, a mother who never regarded her and five daring brothers who looks at her like they own her, she can't say no.
Will she survive the palace when she suddenly gets kidnapped on her first night?

[Warning: This story contains sexual content, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, and psychological manipulation. It may also include themes of non-consent, emotional abuse, and mature romantic situations. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]

"Do you really think you can defy me and get away unscathed?”
When Elena fails her promotion test at Moonbridge Academy, she turns to Professor Charles for a second chance. But he doesn’t give mercy, he makes her beg on her knees, this is no ordinary teacher. One night changes everything, and Charles becomes dangerously obsessed, showing Elena just how far he will go to have her… even if it means destroying anyone or anything in his way.

“A dynamic story line that grips from the first chapter and doesn't let go.” --Midwest Book Review, Diane Donovan (regarding Once Gone) From #1 bestselling mystery author Blake Pierce comes a new masterpiece of psychological suspense. In CAUSE TO RUN (An Avery Black Mystery—Book 2), a new serial killer is stalking Boston, killing his victims in bizarre ways, taunting the police with mysterious puzzles that reference the stars. As the stakes are upped and the pressure is on, the Boston Police Department is forced to call in its most brilliant—and most controversial—homicide detective: Avery Black.Avery, still reeling from her last case, finds herself up against a rival precinct and a brilliant, cunning killer who is always one step ahead of her. She is forced to enter his dark, twisted mind as he lays clues for his next killing, and forced to look into places in her own mind she would rather not go. She finds herself compelled to seek the counsel of Howard Randall, the twisted serial killer she’d put behind bars years ago, all while her new burgeoning life with Rose and Ramirez is falling apart.And just as things cannot get any worse, she finds out something else: she herself may be the target.In a game of psychological cat and mouse, a frantic race against time leads Avery through a series of shocking and unexpected twists—culminating in climax that even Avery could not imagine. A dark psychological thriller with heart-pounding suspense, CAUSE TO RUN is book #2 of a riveting new series—with a beloved new character—that will leave you turning pages late into the night. Book #3 in the Avery Black series will be available soon. “A masterpiece of thriller and mystery. Pierce did a magnificent job developing characters with a psychological side, so well described that we feel inside their minds, follow their fears and cheer for their success. The plot is very intelligent and will keep you entertained throughout the book. Full of twists, this book will keep you awake until the turn of the last page.” --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone)

On our fifth Anniversary party, Harris got admitted to the City's Hospital.

Cancer. Stage IV.

I struggled to find words to whisper some comforting words to Harris .

Instead, he held my hands, and said,"It's alright, Darcy."

"Don't be afraid of anything that may happen. Even if I am about to die, I will always be with you."

Even when he was dying, he made sure to comfort me, which bled my heart.

I spent my days researching treatments, draining my savings for "miracle" consultations.

Then came the afternoon I went to his office early to surprise him with the appointment letter with Dr. Wilson, a world famous surgeon.

Harris had been trying to contact him for weeks now. But, everytime he declined him bluntly, only this time when I tried to contact him personally, his assistant reached out to me.

Finally, he had a chance to be saved. I cried tears of joy. I wanted to share this good news with Harris as soon as possible.

But, My hands, almost pushed open the door, , a Lively and joyous laughter echoed through my ears.
"Is the paperwork ready?"

I slightly opened it ajar and peered inside.
I froze on the spot.

Clara was sitting on Harris's lap, clutching to his shoulder like she owned him.

"Everything," Harris' voice sounded, confident and excited.

"By the time 'cancer' takes me, Harris Hudson will be dead, life insurance will be processed, and you and I will be halfway across the world with a clean slate."

Clara. Harris' first love. The one he told me was a 'closed chapter' years ago.

Something broke into my heart.
I froze at my place.

The cancer, the treatment, it was all a lie orchestrated by Harris to elope with Clara?

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

"I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn’t just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn’t just my stepbrother, he was my undoing."


All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather’s house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school’s golden boy. Ryder is everything she’s sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits. When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don’t stay hidden, someone’s bound to uncover the truth. And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.

Sera dedicated her everything to caring for Callum Weston- her husband- only to hear him say that marrying her was doing charity for the needy as he held the hand of another woman.

Given another chance to wake up 10 years into the past, Sera chooses to focus on choosing herself, but the past continues to haunt her.
The last thing Sera heard before she died was her husband on the phone telling someone to come and clear her body from his property.

This time, she is not here to love him.

She is here to ruin him.

The one variable in her plan is the cold-eyed man who keeps finding her in all of the wrong places.
And why does he take pleasure in her slapping Callum?

Lyra never wanted a mate.
Not when she had nothing left.
Not when the only man she was given to… was the Alpha everyone feared.
Cold. Dangerous. Silent.
He didn’t want her either.
He only kept her because she was “useful.
”
She thought he would throw her out.
But instead, he locked her away.
Hid her from his world. From his people. From his own family.
And when they came to hurt her…
He stood and watched.
He didn’t speak for her.
He didn’t defend her.
But he didn’t let her go, either.
Now, Lyra is trapped in a place where no one wants her, and the only one who touches her
heart is the man who makes it bleed.
But maybe… just maybe…
The Alpha she feared is the only one who truly sees her.
And that is the scariest part of all.

I accompanied my husband's grandmother, who had just undergone heart bypass surgery, to quietly recuperate on the top floor of a private club. However, we were invaded by a woman adorned in the ruby necklace I designed, wielding my husband's supplementary card. She publicly humiliated my grandmother and locked us in a freezing cold chamber at minus sixty degrees, declaring herself to be my husband's fiancée. In a desperate attempt to save my grandmother, I publicly slandered myself, but she then reneged on her words—just as the sound of my husband's footsteps echoed from the doorway…