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Adrianne, who managed to escape from her home which she considered to be a suffocating prison, was brought back to the dreadful place against her will. Not only that, she was being forced to get married for the sake of her safety apparently to a powerful man.

And the powerful man was none other than Sebastian Wright.

The name ignited terror in the hearts of some and respect in others'. The imposing man dominated both business world and underworld. He was young and promising.

But Adrianne had no intentions to get involved with such a suffocating man who was very much reminiscent of her childhood even though he was attractive and successful.

However, will she be able to remain steadfast in her decision or will her heart get shaken up?

Will Adrianne be able to make out of the series of conspiracies and betrayal intact or will she be losing herself in the process?

In that luxury cruise ship fire that shocked the world, my husband Gordon Mercer—the ship's captain—pried open my bloodied fingers and fastened the last intact life vest onto his first love.
In my past life, he locked me inside the blazing cabin. First, the flames devoured me. Then, as the ship broke apart, the icy ocean swallowed me whole. I drowned in the depths.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to that life-or-death moment—the ship about to sink, alarms tearing through the night.
Watching Gordon clutch that trembling woman in his arms, I didn't break down sobbing like before. I didn't beg.
Instead, I laughed coldly and threw the life vest at their feet.
"Since you two are so desperate to die together, go right ahead."

Monica, an introverted and beautiful high school student, discovers that she was adopted after her parents passed away in a car accident. Three years later, she meets her biological family, which includes her managing director brother, Gavin Moore. However, Monica finds it hard to accept her new family all at once. Moreover, she is surprised to learn that she has four brothers. Gavin tries to ease her discomfort by giving her a gift, but the school's principal keeps flattering the family, which causes Gavin to offer funds for the school's construction to stop the principal's insincere behavior. Monica accepts the gift and meets her brother's Rolls Royce, which overshadows even the daughter of a member of the school board of directors. Monica is left wondering what life with four brothers will be like.

Three years ago, my sister fled her wedding to a man in a coma. I took her place. I nursed him, cared for him, and loved him back to health. But when she returned, he gave her everything—his time, his fortune, his heart. To me? Just a cold shoulder and accusations of being insane. They thought I would just disappear quietly. They were wrong.

“When you think that life cannot get better, Blake Pierce comes up with another masterpiece of thriller and mystery! This book is full of twists, and the end brings a surprising revelation. Strongly recommended for the permanent library of any reader who enjoys a very well-written thriller.”--Books and Movie Reviews (re Almost Gone) A MURDER IN PARIS is the debut novel in a charming new cozy mystery series by USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose #1 bestseller Once Gone has received 1,500 five-star reviews.Diana Hope, 55, is still adjusting to her recent separation when she discovers her ex-husband has just proposed to a woman 30 years younger. Secretly hoping they would reunite, Diana is devastated. She realizes the time has come to reimagine life without him—in fact, to reimagine her life, period.Devoting the last 30 years of her life to being a dutiful wife and mother and to climbing the corporate ladder, Diana has been relentlessly driven, and has not taken a moment to do anything for herself. Now, the time has come.Diana never forgot her first boyfriend, who begged her to join him for a year in Europe after college. She had wanted to go so badly, but it had seemed like a wild, romantic idea, and a gap year, she’d thought, would hinder her resume and career. But now, with her daughters grown, her husband gone, and her career no longer fulfilling, Diana realizes it’s time for herself—and to take that romantic year in Europe she’d always dreamed of.Diana prepares to embark on the year of her life, finally turning to her bucket list, hoping to tour the most beautiful sights and sample the most scrumptious cuisines—and maybe, even, to fall in love again. But a year in Europe may have different plans in store for her. Can A-type Diana learn to go with the flow, to be spontaneous, to let down her guard and to learn to truly enjoy life again?In A MURDER IN PARIS (Book #1), Diana hopes to kick off her journey, and find new love, with an unforgettable night at the Versailles ball. But when the dramatic night takes a harrowing turn she could never expect, Diana realizes she will have to solve the crime—or else have her trip end in disaster.A YEAR IN EUROPE is a charming and laugh-out-loud cozy mystery series, packed with food and travel, with mysteries that will leave you on the edge of your seat, and with experiences that will leave you with a sense of wonder. As Diana embarks on her quixotic quest for love and meaning, you will find yourself falling in love and rooting for her. You will be in shock at the twists and turns her journey takes as she somehow finds herself at the center of a mystery, and must play amateur sleuth to solve it. Fans of books like Eat, Pray, Love and Under the Tuscan Sun have finally found the cozy mystery series they’ve been hoping for!Book #2 (DEATH IN FLORENCE) and book #3 (VENGEANCE IN VIENNA) in the series are now also available!

She felt good—better than Zander Stanton remembered, and he had a damn good memory when it came to this woman. But his hatred was more pronounced than the little voice in his head telling him to give her what she wanted—his love.
But Elvie had never been the one for Zander. He loathed her. He hated her family for arranging a marriage he never wanted.
Yet she had no choice, and a day hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t replayed memories of the man who’d captured her heart without trying. Here she was, just as stupid as she remembered. "I—I'll take a shower, and I'll be b-back." She muttered and left his room immediately.
This was her goodbye; tonight, Zander would be hers. And she would set him free forever.
Five years later, with amnesia and a missing four-year-old daughter, could fate play her again, or was she willing to quench his desperate thirst for her love?

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS STORY MAY HOLD TRIGGERS FOR SOME READERS OF SUICIDE, CAUSING OF SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SEXAUL ASSAULT. PLEASE BE WARNED FOR A FEW OF THE CHAPTERS THAT MAY HAVE THOSE TRIGGERS. THERE ARE BL SCENES IN THIS STORY
Night Stone pack was slaughtered.
And she vowed to avenge her people.
Sinking in the cold icy depths of the lake, Moon Goddess gave her another chance at life.
But why was she in another’s body, a lowly omega, whose life memories showed nothing but pain and suffering?
Learning twenty years has passed and Blue Silver pack were responsible for her people’s death she takes action to get her revenge.
Being mated to the Alpha’s son, an alpha who was responsible for slaughtering her people, was not in the bargain.
Why did he have to be kind, sweet and gentle towards her? Why couldn’t he be the arrogant, know it all, and belittling people like the rest of them?
Falling hopelessly in love was not part of the deal and the more she was around him the more she was losing sight of her revenge.

"Lucinda Wipere, are you that desperate? Coming to a bar to find men!"

I saw a man who looked exactly like my fiancé, and fueled by liquid courage, I threw my arms around him.

"That bastard Leopold rekindled with his first love. It's so unfair. He was my first love—I can't go back to mine like he did..."

Maybe it was my imagination, but I actually smelled Leopold's scent on this person. "Will you be my first love? Everyone else has abandoned me. Will you have me?"

When the person didn't respond, I felt hurt and angry. Leopold didn't want me, and now this substitute was rejecting me too!

Impulsively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. After a few moments, he gripped the back of my neck, turning my passive advance into his dominance as he flipped me onto the bed.

"Lucinda, you brought this on yourself."
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When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper.
Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn’t love her, but that was the last straw for the camel’s back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore.
When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression,
"Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce."
The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.

Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz.

In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal.

Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Amelia was raised by her grandmother from childhood. One day, the Martinez family suddenly came to her door, claiming she was their long-lost daughter.
After being brought back to the Martinez family, Amelia also gained a disabled fiancé.
That night, Martinez pressed a dagger against William's healthy lower body: "Pretending to be disabled to get close to me - what are your intentions?"
William pointed to the cold gun barrel under Amelia's skirt: "Mutual benefit. After it's done, I'll give you one hundred million!"
Several months later, Amelia finally understood that William's "one hundred million" meant several times a day, until she became pregnant!

"You're so fucking tight for me," Austin Raymond whispered, his cock filling her with deep, relentless strokes. "Sweetheart! Give me a child, okay?"
Ella's body quivered beneath him, nipples taut against the sheets, her soaked pussy aching for him.
After four years of selfless devotion, Ella Brooks was callously replaced by his first love, losing everything in a fiery betrayal. Heartbroken, she shed her past and rose as Tesser, a luminary in the world of science, surrounded by brilliance and suitors.
Haunted by the memory of her love, he would burn through every obstacle to win her back.
Could he reclaim his unbreakable Ex-Wife?

Five years ago, one night changed everything for Macy. A college student working at a luxury hotel, she and a stranger were unknowingly drugged, swept into an encounter shrouded in haze and fragments. She left with only a blurred memory—and the life growing inside her. Since then, her heart has belonged to her son, the one bright light born from the confusion.Now, desperate for a fresh start, Macy becomes the assistant to Graeme Lancaster, the captivating CEO of a powerful company. She doesn’t recognize him at first—but fate has a quiet way of pulling threads. Graeme is everything she shouldn’t want, yet everything about him feels achingly familiar.He doesn’t know she’s the woman from that night. He doesn’t know he has a child. But as attraction blooms into something deeper, their connection threatens to unravel long-buried secrets. Can love grow between two souls unknowingly bound by the past?

"Let me go, you are hurting me!" Ana pleaded, wincing as Fernando grabbed her wrist tight.
"Why are you so stupid?" His eyes turned red in anger. "If you had allowed yourself to be bruised, I would have made you regret it."
He raised his hand and touched her cheek, making her flinch. "This face and body of yours is representing Silvia."
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To grant his dying mother’s last wish, Ana must pretend to be his comatose fiancée for three months. In exchange, she gets the money to save her sister's life.
Ana agrees to the strict contract: complete obedience, erasing her own identity, and absolutely no falling in love.
Forced to share a mansion, a fake wedding, and a bed, the lines blur. Yet, Fernando cruelly reminds her of her place: she is nothing but a cheap, disposable replica.
When Ana finally decides to walk away, and his true fiancée is about to awaken, Fernando has already fallen madly in love with the very substitute he tormented...

"I want a divorce."
Rowan took the papers from her and signed it without hesitation. "Don't regret this later," he said as he marked his signature on the required space.
"Trust me, I won't," she said and snatched it back from him once he was done.
After three years of marriage to her childhood crush, Astrid is forced to let go when her husband's first love returns—with a child in tow. Blinded by the past, Rowan chooses the woman who once left him, over the loyal wife who stood by him. But Astrid knows her worth. She walks away not just from a loveless marriage, but into a life of ambition and power.
Unbeknownst to Rowan, the woman he so easily discarded becomes the mysterious business mogul taking the corporate world by storm. Now, as her name echoes through boardrooms and headlines, he begins to realize what he truly lost.
Regret burns in his heart. Desire resurfaces.
But will he be able to win her back when she is the center of many hearts? Will he be able to mend the broken heart he had destroyed?

I didn’t expect to see him standing there, by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, the morning light making his skin glow like it wasn’t meant to belong to someone so dangerous.

Draven Damian.

My sister’s husband. The man I was pretending to love. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. And just like that, my breath caught.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked deep and cold, like he saw something in me he hadn’t noticed before.

And maybe that’s when everything changed. Because instead of fear, I felt something else… something warm and terrifying at the same time. He wasn’t supposed to be gentle. He wasn’t supposed to look this human. But at that moment, he did.

Don’t fall, Liora. Don’t be stupid.

I looked away before he could see the truth in my eyes. But I already knew. I was in trouble.


I took my sister’s place to save my family.
Now I’m trapped in a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister disappeared without a word, I had no choice. I had to become her, the wife of Draven Damian, a dangerous and powerful mafia boss.

His little boy, Dante, looks at me like I’m his mother.
But Draven’s family sees right through me… and they want me gone.

How long can I keep this lie alive?
And what happens when the man I’m pretending to love… starts falling for me

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

I was about to refuse, and say no, when I felt his lips on mine.
I gasped, through the kiss. ' The jerk' I thought. He fucking kissed me, stole my first kiss like that.


Astral, an upcoming actress, who was given an opportunity to star in a famous movie. But she was taken to Gael as his replacement bride. Along the way, Astral found out she was truly getting married, and it's not acting. But it was too late for her to back out, as the priest already bound them as husband and wife.
After the wedding ceremony, Gael, the Billionaire and the husband, offered her a marriage contract.
Will Astral agree to this contract marriage? And even if she does, would it just end as a contract marriage or lead to an entanglement of a lifetime?

Prologue-
He felt nothing for Isabelle Lancaster, his ex-wife, anymore. apart from shame, obviously, that he had ever associated with such scum. Everybody had warned him when he had married her with such haste, that soon or later, blood spoke, and her blood was from a stripper – a prostitute. Nikolas had been angry on his wife’s behalf then. But then, they had been right. Blood had indeed spoken and like a true hussy, his dear wife had decided to open her legs for the first man, she had been left alone with.
Now he was angry at himself and no one else.
But it was going to be over soon. After three years of separation from his volatile English ex-wife, Nikolas Dimitriou was ready to move on. This time he was going to marry a respectable Greek woman. A woman who would live amicable with his family and settle well into his life. Instead of turning it into a circus.

But there was one big problem. They still hadn’t signed the divorce papers. Deciding to go to London himself to dispose of this marriage and also pick up his three-year-old daughter so that she could attend his wedding, seemed to be a simple enough thing.
Except, a single look at Isabelle seemed to have opened a pandora’s box inside of him. There was poison everywhere and he loved it still!

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

In a torrential rainstorm and a car accident, I watched helplessly as my husband carried his beautiful secretary away.

I also lost the baby in my womb.

Why has the person I once shared weal and woe with become so heartless?

The pain of betrayal cuts like a knife. However, in the face of despair, I met Neo, a college classmate of mine.

He silently stayed by my side and went all out to help me start a wine company.

The flames of revenge were thus ignited.

Can I successfully strike back and make the heartless person pay the price?

Alley is the daughter of an alpha to the largest pack, she has a hard determination to protect the people she loves. When the wolf ball comes around she meets her mate, alpha to the second largest pack. Together they learn more about their family history and discover Alley isn't just a wolf, she is also the great white witch and her mate isn't just an alpha but one that comes from a royal bloodline.
She now has a target on her back with someone trying in everyway to take her power forcing her to align her self with not only the dark witch queen but the vampire queen.
Things aren't always as easy as she had hoped for, endless times she has had to prove herself worthy but with the help of her pack, her parents pack and the element carriers themselves there is nothing she can't do.
While training hard and being betrayed by someone she was supposed to trust, the ultimate battle ensues but who will come out victorious? Read along to find out.

They married on terms and conditions, but she fell for him along the way and hoped he would open up to her one day. Her joy knew no bounds when he finally consummated the marriage close to their anniversary.
Who knew the supposed rosy next morning, he would serve her divorce papers?
And the reason?
His beloved was back!

Raven thought she knew the truth: Darius Pike is a monster.
To avenge her sister, Raven Casmir infiltrates the supernatural Midnight Academy, masquerading as a human girl with a death wish. She takes his spot on the hockey team. She mocks his Alpha authority. She plays a dangerous game of cat and mouse in the shadows of his billion-dollar empire.

Darius has never met a human he couldn’t break. Until her. The fiery-haired rebel doesn’t bow. She fights. She’s the ultimate forbidden fruit—the sister of the girl he once rejected, and the only person who makes his wolf lose control.

But as blood ties turn to betrayals and ancient MoonWolf powers awaken, Raven discovers the most terrifying secret of all: Her sister lied. And the man she swore to destroy is the only one who can save her from the darkness in her own soul.

I’m a dedicated surgeon who once gave up everything for love. I married my childhood sweetheart, only to discover he’d been cheating on our anniversary with my stepsister. I was gaslighted, betrayed, and even hurt by him, while my family took his side and blamed me for everything. I’d had enough. I signed the divorce papers, applied for a three-year overseas program, and decided to walk away from this toxic life. Before I start over, I exposed their ugly truth at their engagement party — no more silence, no more pain. This is my journey of breaking free from a broken marriage, regaining my dignity, and rebuilding my life from zero.

Kruz has always been strong, disciplined, controlled, and unbreakable. Nothing prepares him for losing his mother… or what comes after.
Pulled into a hidden world he never knew existed, Kruz is forced to face the truth—he isn’t just different.
He’s a vampire.
The transformation is only the beginning. Thrust from a life of survival into one of power, wealth, and expectation, Kruz is given a position no one his age should hold: District Elder.
With it comes authority. Responsibility. And enemies he doesn’t yet understand.
And then there’s the bond.
Forced into a connection he didn’t choose, Kruz is tied to a girl—whether he wants it or not. She’s a complication. A problem. A constant reminder that his life is no longer his own.
Because the one person he wants… is the one he can’t have.
As pressure builds and danger closes in, Kruz is forced to walk a line few survive—between duty and desire, control and instinct, the life he had and the one being forced upon him.
Because in this world, power isn’t earned slowly.
It’s given.
And if you’re not ready for it—
It will destroy you.

“Since you suck at stripping, why don’t we skip that part and go over to the main thing!.” Lucas suggested as he tries to suppress a laugh.

“S-sure!.” Kimberly stuttered and moved closer to him. She cursed herself for not knowing how to do something as simple as stripping.

With her heart beating very fast, Kimberly stood in front of Lucas confused on what to do next.

Lucas pulled her closer until she is plastered on his body and placed his right hand on her butt while his left hand moved inside her shirt and cease her bare skin.

Kimberly immediately panicked and pushed Lucas away from her.

“Sorry, I can’t do this. I am not a prostitute!.” Kimberly uttered and picked up her bag amd rushed out….


Kimberly needs to pay the fifty thousand dollars her mom owe to loan sharks in a week time or face the consequences.

Left with no choice, Kimberly decided to sell her body in order to get the money.

I was their real daughter.

The lost princess they found, brought home, and promised to protect.

But every time she cried, I was the one punished.

Every time she bled, I was the one accused.

When she disappeared, they said it was my fault. They tore my memories apart to prove it.

Fine , only if they stand where I stood, feel what I felt, will they ever know my pain.

​The smell of smoke was the last thing Rhiannon Sander expected on the night that should have been her happily ever after.
​"Why?" Rhiannon gasped, her world spinning as she stared at the two people she loved most.
​Her stepsister, Kaylee, didn’t offer comfort—only a jagged smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were just a stepping stone, Rhiannon."
​Seeking a lifeline, Rhiannon looked at her fiancé. She prayed for a prank, a joke, a misunderstanding. Instead, he met her gaze with a sneer so cold it froze her blood. As the flames began to roar, they locked the door and left her to burn in the house that was supposed to be her home.
​Dragging her charred bod, toward a dark figure in the shadows of the street, she whispered her final plea: "Anything... I'll give you anything. Just save me."
​The man towering over her didn't look like a hero; he looked like a god of death. "Don't regret those words when you wake up," he warned

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night.
"Why are you asking me why? Isn't it obvious or should I tell you?" Kaylee asked.
Her stepsister's word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life.
she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he'd step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank.
He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face.
They locked her up in the house and set it on fire.
"Help me..." came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her.
"Anyt... I'll give anything in return...please..." She passed out.
"Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked.
The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her.
"Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!"
Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!
But she didn't expect to wake up to that man saying something like----
"Then marry me."

Evelyn's world shatters when she discovers her husband, Hunter, is having an affair with her own sister, Sophia. But that's not the only devastating truth - Hunter reveals he never loved Evelyn, and their marriage was only a promise to her father. Heartbroken and betrayed, Evelyn demands a divorce. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her own family's secrets and lies, she begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will Evelyn find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will the truth destroy her forever?

BLURB

He thought he married a saint. He’s about to find out he’s living with a ghost.

For twelve years, I played the part: the patient wife, the faithful partner, the woman who stood by him through rain and shine. I gave him my youth and my trust, never realizing I was funding a betrayal I couldn't imagine.

Then the veil lifted. An undercover affair. A secret child. A life built on a foundation of lies.

He expects me to cry. He expects me to plead. Instead, I’m sharpening the knife. He doesn't know how far I’m willing to push, or what happens when a heart of gold turns into a heart of fire.

The war has already begun, and he’s the only one who doesn't know he's lost. By the time he realizes I'm not leaving... it will be far too late.

How do you destroy a man who thinks he owns you? By making sure he loses everything starting with himself.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom he already had a son. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But devotion has an expiration date.

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

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

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

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

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

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

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

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

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

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

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

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

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

I thought I was broken. I never knew I was blooming.


My name is Lily, and I've been invisible my whole life.

Growing up in Silver Ridge pack meant surviving my father's drunken rages and protecting my little brother Silver from the monster our dad became after becoming addicted to Shadow Brew—a deadly alcohol made from blood bat flowers. When Mom couldn't take it anymore and chose pills over pain, I became Silver's only shield against a world that had forgotten how to be kind.

At fifteen, my wolf awakened early during a violent storm as I fled my father's latest beating. I found shelter in an abandoned Moon Temple, where I've returned for three years whenever the world became too much to bear. When Old Martha took us in after we had nowhere else to go, she helped me get a job at Green Thumb florist so I could finally contribute something to our small family.

Then came the delivery that changed everything.

When I brought blood bat flowers to Dark Moon Tavern, my wolf went wild with recognition. The performer behind the bar—the man they called Shadow King—was Blake Stone, Alpha of Silver Ridge. The same man whose poisonous creation had destroyed my family.

He was also my fated mate.

The moment our eyes met, I felt the sacred bond snap into place. But Blake already had a chosen mate—the beautiful, vicious Katelyn. When he realized what I was to him, he didn't claim me. Instead, he poured his signature drink over my head and let his mate slap me in front of his entire pack.

"As if I would ever betray you for someone like her," he told Katelyn, his rejection searing through my soul like silver.

Now my wolf is broken, dying from the mate bond Blake severed with his cruelty. I can't shift. I can barely breathe. In desperation, I returned to that abandoned temple to pray for healing.

That's when the Moon Goddess answered.

Glowing soul flowers bloomed from the temple stones—flowers that could heal impossible wounds and grant unimaginable power. Because sometimes the person who breaks you isn't your ending.

Sometimes they're just clearing the path to your true beginning.

MURDER IN THE MANOR (A LACEY DOYLE COZY MYSTERY—BOOK 1) is the debut novel in a charming new cozy mystery series by Fiona Grace. Lacey Doyle, 39 years old and freshly divorced, needs a drastic change. She needs to quit her job, leave her horrendous boss and New York City, and walk away from the fast life. Making good on her childhood promise to herself, she decides to walk away from it all, and to relive a beloved childhood vacation in the quaint English seaside town of Wilfordshire.Wilfordshire is exactly as Lacey remembers it, with its ageless architecture, cobblestone streets, and with nature at its doorstep. Lacey doesn’t want to go back home—and spontaneously, she decides to stay, and to give her childhood dream a try: she will open her own antique shop.Lacey finally feels that her life is taking a step in the right direction—until her new star customer turns up dead.As the newcomer in town, all eyes are on Lacey, and it’s up to her to clear her own name.With a business to run, a next-door neighbor turned nemesis, a flirty baker across the street, and a crime to solve – is this new life all that Lacey thought it would be?Book #2 in the series—DEATH AND A DOG—is also available for preorder!

They killed his whole family. They left the boy alive, thinking he was nothing. A pup with no den, they said. The city would eat him soon enough.

They were wrong about that. The city did not eat him. It forged him.

Ten years later, Kaelen comes home to Charter. He is not a boy anymore. He carries a cold magic that was born from his own pain and suffering, the ability to pull bad memories out of places and make them real for a while. A scream trapped in a wall, the shadow of a victim, the last feeling of someone who died wrong: it is all fuel for him now.

But the power is wild and untamed. Every time he uses it, it hurts him and costs him something valuable. His enemies are still here, rich and comfortable, three of the most powerful people in the city. They do not know he is coming for them. They are about to learn.

To destroy them, Kaelen must first master himself. He must grow stronger and learn the full depths of his power. Because the echoes do not just haunt his enemies. They haunt him too. And the stronger he becomes, the less of his original self remains behind.

Grim Reapers. Saving Lives. Lessons in love.

For some, it’s a fictitious world, but for Debra’s friend and assistant, it will become his life.

Jonathan knew about the real world and death, he even thought it exciting. Until he became the next recipient.

Ushering souls into the afterlife was something he thought to be exciting… until he was drafted.

Now, he’s discovering just how difficult it is to be Death. While still grieving the train-wreck that is his love life, he’s contending with an ex-boyfriend who’s stalking him, work pressures, and finally meeting a perfect man who falls under a spell Jonathan has no control over.

Great. Yet another casualty in Jonathan’s disastrous love life.

Or is it?

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Gina's perfect life was turned into a live horror scene when she witnessed her husband fucking her sister. The worst part? She was pregnant and was ready to tell her husband only for her to realize they had been trying to make her infertile for years. Upon discovering their betrayal, they pushed her down a cliff and left her to die. Surprisingly, she was saved by a stranger who found her washed up on his beach. This stranger however wanted something from her. A marriage contract that could destroy the lives of the ones who tried to kill her. Except, this stranger also wanted her sister.

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

He hung up on me while the killer's knife plunged into my body.

Seventeen seconds. That was our final call after seven years of marriage.

He was at the hospital with my "depressed" stepsister, convinced I was just being dramatic again. He didn't even let me finish.

I died that rainy night, taking a secret with me he'll never know.

Three days later, my husband—the city's chief medical examiner—caught a brutal case: female victim, face destroyed by acid.

He worked the autopsy with his usual precision. Methodical. Clinical. Until the facial reconstruction software completed its rendering.

When he recognized my face on that screen, blood exploded from his mouth.

He hit the floor hard.