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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.

Three months after my miscarriage, at the celebration dinner he hosts for my "recovery," he tells his partners in French, "She's just a trophy wife. Doesn't understand basic business."

"What about that new assistant? The twenty-two-year-old?"

"So much smarter," he laughs. "And in bed? Way more exciting."

They think I don't understand. To everyone here, I'm just the stay-at-home wife who gave up her VP position at an investment bank to play house.

They don't know I minored in French. I spent a full year studying abroad at the Sorbonne.

As I lay in the operating room, bleeding out from the miscarriage, he was already seeing her.

Je comprends tout. I understand everything.

Over the champagne and candlelight, I smile at him.

He has no idea this is the last time he'll ever see it.

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him.
But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution?
A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple.
He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger.
The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal.
And surviving him might cost her everything.


"You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them.
Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world.
His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact.
"Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls.
"Wh–"
He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.

Lauren Hayes never thought billionaire Michael Bennett would notice her, let alone ask her to marry him. Their marriage starts as a deal to protect his inheritance and save her mother’s house. But as they spend time together—at events, in arguments, and on unexpected nights—their arrangement starts to feel real. Lauren falls for the man behind the suits and pressure. For the first time, she thinks Michael might love her back.

Then Michael’s ex-fiancée comes back with a secret that could ruin everything. Photos, hotel records, and a claim of pregnancy make Michael think Lauren has lied to him all along. Instead of trusting her, he listens to his family and accuses Lauren of marrying him for his money. Heartbroken and pregnant, Lauren leaves before Michael can hurt her more. He lets her go, thinking it’s easier to be the one who ends things.

Two years later, Lauren comes back with a little boy who looks just like Michael and carries the Bennett name. Michael wants answers, his son, and the wife he still loves. Lauren wants nothing from the man who didn’t believe her when it counted. As old secrets come to light, Michael learns his mother and ex-fiancée broke up his marriage to protect the family business. Now, he has to prove he deserves a second chance with the woman he hurt.

EROTICA ROMANCE.
RATED 18+.

"Oh my God!" I moan.

"Mmm. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby," he says to me.

He starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. I throw my head back and moan louder. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans fill his little office. I wonder if maybe people can hear us. It's so fucking hot and I can feel myself getting closer again when he pulls out.

I look back at him and he's grinning. He's fucking with me. He puts his cock up to my pussy and thrusts inside of me. Then he pulls out and does it again. I feel him stick a finger inside of my asshole.

"Mmm," I'm loving this. Every damn second is pure ecstasy. I find that I already want to come again.

He's fingering my asshole and fucking my pussy and the feelings mixed are amazing. I reach around in front of me and begin to rub my clit.

"Are you gonna come again baby?" he asks.

"Yes," I moan and rub myself faster. He starts fucking me harder and deeper, thrusting into me with all of his power. We're moving the desk and either he hasn't noticed or he just doesn't care.

I was the perfect wife.
For three years, I built my husband's empire, gave him my love, my loyalty, my designs.
And how did Victor Hale repay me?
He stole my womb.
He stole my daughter.
He stole my freedom.
That was the day Aurora Hale died.
Now I live as Rhea Ashford — and I want blood.
One reckless night, I mistake Damien Voss, a ruthless crime-lord biker with a wicked smile, for his powerful CEO twin brother.
One bed. One touch. One unforgettable sin.
When Damien discovers who I am and what I want, he makes me a deal: marry him, and he'll give me the power and protection to ruin the man who destroyed me.
It's easy. He wants me, so I become his bride. I want revenge, so he becomes my weapon.
But Damien isn't just temptation in leather and ink. He's dangerous. Addictive. A man who plays by no rules but his own.
And in this contract marriage tangled with lust and lies, I can't tell if I'm the one using him—
Or if he's already claimed me as his.
BOOK 1 OF THE PRINCES OF SIN TRILOGY


Excerpt:
"I'm looking for my kitten," he says. "She ran away this morning."
"She's about this tall." His hand lifts, stopping exactly at my height. Of course it does. "Brown fur. Hazel eyes. Very pretty little thing." His mouth curves. "Sharp mouth. Bad attitude. Thinks she's smarter than everyone in the room."
I hate that my body answers anyway—pulse spiking, thighs pressing together under the table, heat blooming low and treacherous.
"I might have," I repeat, calm and clear. I uncross and recross my legs. "She didn't look lost," I say. "She looked… disappointed."
"Disappointed," he repeats, faintly amused.
"Yes." I lift my chin. "She realized she'd picked the wrong brother."

Damian's breath fanned my ear as I felt his body press into my back. The front of his gun brushed past my shoulder, fixated on Luca, who faced us with clenched fists.
“Move, Elena,” Luca wanted to sound dominating, “he won't hurt you. I won't let him.”
I couldn't move when Damian settled his hand on my waist firmly, keeping me from moving.
“You won't let me?” Damian's tone was possessive when he leaned closer to me, speaking to Luca. “You don't give the orders here.”
Luca's jaw tightened, but he didn't move from his place.
Damian slowly pressed his finger more on the trigger, deliberately.
“You have two choices, Elena," he whispered to me. "Choose me, and he'll live, but might end up in a hospital. Choose him and he dies."


Elena knew it wasn’t a threat but a promise.

Cleo Farris has one rule: never want what you cannot have. She breaks it the moment her stepbrother's best friend walks back into her life, older, sharper, and looking at her like she is no longer the girl he used to ignore.
Dash Calloway is eighteen. Too confident. Too perceptive. And living in the same house for the summer while their parents honeymoon across Europe. Cleo is seventeen, invisible by choice, and completely unprepared for a boy who argues with everything she says and somehow still makes her feel more seen than anyone ever has.
But when a secret gets out, Cleo loses the carefully constructed life she built to stay safe. Now she has to decide: keep surviving in the background, or finally take up the space she was always meant to fill, even if it costs her everything.

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...

Vanessa is the girl everyone knows, but no one really sees. As a scholarship student at the elite Cresthaven Point Academy, she survives by being invisible, doing the Elites’ homework, and lets the popular kids think she’s a pushover. But she isn’t hiding because she’s shy, she’s hiding because she’s a werewolf. In a world where her kind is supposed to be extinct, staying invisible is the only way to keep her family safe.

Adrian is the guy everyone wants to be. He’s rich, at the top of the social ladder, and bored. He picks on Vanessa because she’s the only person who doesn’t seem to care about his status. There’s something about her he can’t explain, something quiet and strange that makes him want to figure her out.

When an incident at a beach party goes wrong, Vanessa loses control. Adrian sees her move faster than any human should, and suddenly, he’s obsessed with discovering what she is. But being stuck with Adrian makes it hard for Vanessa to stay a ghost. Her wolf is getting restless, and she can't just watch when people are in real danger. Whether it's a freak accident or someone about to die, Vanessa starts stepping in. Soon, the whole school is talking about a Ghost Guardian who does things no human being can do.

While Vanessa becomes the new queen of the school, Adrian's father is closing in. His family has been leading the hunt to wipe out werewolves since the beginning of time. He thinks they are all gone, and he's looking for any sign that one is left. Now Vanessa has to decide: can she really trust the son of the man who was born to destroy her? Or will her secret get them both killed?

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the duct tape binding my wrists, and the second was that I had been kidnapped by a billionaire mafia boss who grabbed the wrong girl.

I would like to say my first reaction was brave, but it was mostly just panic. I was shoved into a massive stone mansion—the kind with gold columns and chandeliers the size of cars. If I was going to be kidnapped, I honestly expected something a little less... expensive.

I was dragged into a room full of terrifying men in suits. That’s when he walked in. Adrian DeLuca. Tall, broad-shouldered, with intense green eyes and a calmly dangerous physique that made everyone else in the room freeze. He was the CEO of Kidnapping, and annoyingly attractive. He stared at me, his sharp jawline tight, and said calmly, "This isn’t the Viper’s daughter. Who is this?"

I exhaled. "Well, you kidnapped me by mistake. Can I go home now? I have tuition to pay."

But Adrian didn't laugh. He stepped closer, his presence suffocatingly powerful. He had run a background check. "Your mother's maiden name is Volkov," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal promise. "The woman we intended to kidnap is the Viper’s daughter... and so are you."

My brain stalled. My absentee father was a ruthless crime lord?

"You are useful to me now," Adrian commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You will remain in this house. You will go where I tell you, and you will do what I tell you."

I glared at him. "You don't own me!"

He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. "I do now."

"Valerie, you've been working yourself to death. I booked you a flight to Switzerland—take Leo, go relax for a while." My husband Cedric set an Hermès scarf down on the table. "Early gift for our tenth anniversary."
I was thrilled, twirling in front of the mirror with the scarf, admiring how it looked.
That's when my son came around the corner, iPad in hand. "Mommy, a message just popped up. Daddy said he wants to give Seraphina a real family."
My mind just... blanked out.
I opened the message myself, and there it was—a whole year of secrets I never even knew existed.
So he wants to make things right with his old flame? Fine.
Then I get to take back everything I ever gave him.

"You were just a tool, Imogene."
Her heart stopped. "And I was foolish enough to believe you cared."
Imogene Scott had always known her place—by Damien Shaw’s side, even when his love was a distant dream. Marrying her only because of an unexpected pregnancy, Damien’s affection never blossomed. Instead, her devotion turned him from a mere sales manager into the billionaire CEO of IMU, one of Europe’s most powerful tech empires. But her sacrifices weren’t enough. After losing their baby, Damien’s coldness deepened, sealing their marriage with an unspoken “no meddling” rule.
Imogene’s reward? Watching Damien parade countless mistresses, all while she buried her own dreams to fuel his. She believed, naively, that one day he’d see her worth. But when he fell in love with her stepsister and served her with divorce papers, Imogene’s world shattered. Realizing she was nothing more than a pawn in Damien’s game, she vanished—pregnant and determined to protect her unborn child.
Three years later, Imogene returns, not as the broken woman who fled but as a renowned artist and mother to their two-year-old daughter. Now, Damien realizes what he’s lost and wants her back. But this time, Imogene is ready to fight, and she’s not making the same mistake twice.

Everyone says I'm the woman Jasper loves most.

But only I know that in his heart, I've always come second to Sadie.

Seven years ago, I shoved him out from under a collapsing rig and shattered my right ankle. I never skated competitively again.

He held me and swore that the day he won the Grand Slam, he'd marry me in front of the whole world.

I believed him. So I learned to be his support crew. I sharpened his blades, hand-sewed his costumes, dragged my bad leg around everywhere he went. I turned myself into the shadow that followed him.

Then Sadie came along. Young, healthy, able to do things I could never do again.

Tonight, Jasper wins the Grand Slam. The cameras circle him, the whole arena chanting for him to propose.

But he looks down at Sadie in his arms and smiles.

"Out of everyone, she's the one I want to thank most for this medal. I wouldn't have made it here without her."

That's the moment I stop wanting to stay.

My sister ran away the night before her wedding, so I had to take her place and marry Damian Kovac, the city's most feared don.
I figured he'd throw me in the harbor out of pure rage. Instead, the man wouldn't even touch me.
A month in, still sleeping in the guest room.
I wasn't my sister's level of charming, but I wasn't hard to look at either. And this man couldn't spare me a single glance?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I grabbed the divorce papers I'd already drawn up and stormed toward his study.
Right as I raised my hand to knock, I caught his childhood friend's voice through the door.
"You moved heaven and earth to get the woman you've been hung up on, and now you're icing her out? Didn't think I'd live to see the day."
My hand froze.
The woman he'd been hung up on?

I've been secretly married to him for five years, but he's never treated me as his wife. Our six-year-old daughter has never called him Dad in public.

One drunken night, I got pregnant. He gave me a marriage contract that came with one condition: secrecy.

I thought time would change everything. I stood by him through the company's darkest days. When I was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer, he didn't come. When our daughter was born, he was in a meeting. Every moment that mattered, he wasn't there.

Then that clumsy intern showed up.

From that point on, he gave her all his attention and patience. He broke his own rules for her again and again. That's when I finally understood: when someone doesn't love you, they just don't.

So I took my daughter and disappeared from his world completely.

But why did that calm, controlled man lose his mind?

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

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

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

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

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

Father's counterattack threw me straight into hell:

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

A violent ringing filled my ears.

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

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

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

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

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

Rachel Green thought she had left her tumultuous past behind. After a bitter divorce from her billionaire husband, Alexander Sterling, she moved to a small town, where she rebuilt her life with her young son, Odegaard—a child Alexander doesn’t know exists. For years, Rachel has lived peacefully, focusing on her son and her career, until fate pulls her back into Alexander’s orbit.

Alexander’s empire is crumbling. His once-thriving marriage to his new wife, Victoria, is on the verge of collapse. Desperate to salvage his failing business, he discovers a shocking secret: Rachel’s new start was funded by a rival CEO, Daniel Kane, Alexander’s sworn enemy.

When Alexander confronts Rachel, his initial anger turns into confusion as buried feelings resurface. He’s determined to win her back, but Rachel is no longer the woman he once knew. Stronger and wiser, she has no intention of being hurt again.

As the sparks between them reignite, Rachel’s secret threatens to unravel everything. Odegaard is Alexander’s son, and Victoria is not willing to let Alexander go without a fight. Meanwhile, Daniel sees Rachel as more than just an ally—he’s fallen for her and is ready to do whatever it takes to keep her by his side.

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game.
Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out.
He went first.
"I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was."
He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on.
My turn.
"I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?"
He laughed. He thought I was joking.
He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

In seven years of marriage, I miscarried five times. I nearly died on the operating table.

My husband, Lorenzo Castellano—the mafia king who controlled the entire East Coast—gripped my blood-stained hand and choked out: "It's okay. You're all I need."

I believed him.

Until our anniversary, when I smelled her perfume on his shirt and discovered the truth: his sister-in-law had given him a three-year-old son—those same deep brown eyes I'd bled five times trying to create.

The cruel irony? Just the day before, two pink lines had appeared on a pregnancy test.

That night, the explosion lit up the entire ocean, our private yacht burning like a funeral pyre.

The man who made all of New York's underworld tremble finally learned what it meant to lose.

He lost his wife.

And the child he would never know existed.

Allene is a woman who has sat in rooms with presidents, negotiated ceasefires between packs that have been at war for centuries, and buried three men who threatened the peace her father spent his life building. Nobody calls her dangerous to her face. They just make sure not to cross her. She is the human face of the most important treaty in existence — the fifty year agreement that keeps wolves and mankind from open war. She knows every clause, every consequence, every line that cannot be crossed.
The most absolute of all of them is the bond. No mating between human and wolf. Ever. The punishment is death for both parties. She helped write the updated clause herself. So when the Alpha of the oldest pack on earth looks at her across a peace summit and every wolf in the room goes completely still — she feels it the same moment he does and understands immediately exactly how much trouble she is in.
Caelen doesn't approach her. Doesn't speak to her. But none of them can deny the buds sprouting and growing between the two of them.
What they don't know yet is that the bond didn't activate by accident. Three generations back her bloodline stopped being purely human. Her great grandmother was a wolf who chose humanity and had the shift surgically severed, which meant she wasn't exactly who she thought she was.
No matter how much they tried to keep the secret, the truth always had a way of resurfacing and when this dangerous truth threatened to take away everything they had, Allene had no other choice but to fight to save her heart.
And when she chose to burn everything down, she waited to see if Caelen would rise from the ash with her.

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

Lucia Romano vanished thirteen years ago. Kidnapped as a child, she disappeared before the marriage contract binding her to Alessandro De Luca could ever become real.

Alessandro De Luca swore he would never obey a marriage contract but fate had already chosen for him.

Now the ruthless heir of a powerful mafia empire, Alessandro has lived by one rule....he will marry only for love, or not at all. The missing girl from his past is nothing more than unfinished business he still intends to close. Then one night he rescues a broken woman from a trafficking ring. She calls herself Lia.

Haunted by trauma and stripped of her past, Lia remembers almost nothing about the life she once had. Alessandro, only meant to protect her… until protecting her becomes something far more dangerous.

Because the powerful mafia boss who refused an arranged marriage is now falling for a woman he believes is a stranger. But fate has its own cruel design. The girl Alessandro has spent thirteen years searching for…is the very woman he’s beginning to love.

"Fuck a whale like that? Dude, I'd need a goddamn forklift to dig through the rolls and find the hole. You could pay me a thousand bucks and I still wouldn't touch it. This isn't a date—this is a fear factor challenge."
Three months ago, those words boomed through the speakers at the frat party, filling every corner of the house.
That night, I was the joke. The fattest pig in their twisted little hunting game.
Three months later, I'm at the podium running for student body president. My waist dropped from 38 inches to 24, and this custom suit fits like a weapon.
Down below, the same people who laughed are staring up at me now. And that asshole who needed the forklift? He's face-down in the dirt like a kicked dog, waiting for me to end him.
My name is Leona. This isn't some crying fat girl's diary anymore. This is how I crushed every bastard who ever stepped on me—and clawed my way to the crown with blood and sweat.

"You want me to teach your son... manners?"
"Not son... Grandsons."

Vivian Ashby just graduated high school — with no college plans, no family, and enough debt to last a lifetime. While her friends head off to universities and bright futures, she’s stuck working dead-end jobs trying to survive.

That is, until three dangerously entitled men ruin her life in one night....But she bites back....
And then their grandfather offers her a deal.

Teach his grandsons some discipline — shape them into the men fit to inherit the Falcone empire — and in return, he’ll pay off her debts, cover her college tuition, and give her a place to live.

It sounds insane.
It is.

Because his grandsons aren’t boys — they’re powerful, merciless men finishing grad school with too much influence and not enough conscience:

Finn — the reckless charmer who never met a rule he couldn’t break.

Sebastian — the quiet one with dangerous eyes and secrets even darker.

Kade — the coldest of them all, cruel, calculating… and the one who’s been watching her the longest.

Now she’s living under their roof — caught in a twisted game of dominance, secrets, and temptation. They don’t want her there.

But they might be exactly what she needs to survive.

Content Warning: This is a dark romance with themes of obsession, primal play, secret societies, mental health struggles, and one unforgettable threesome.

In my family, "democracy" was just a gilded word for bullying.
Every time there was a conflict between me and my adopted sister, Ivy, my fiancé and my brother would settle it with a family vote.
The location of my marital home? I lost, 3-1.
The guest list for my wedding? I lost, 3-1.
 
And when Ivy wanted the massive south-facing master suite in my new house to build her walk-in closet?
"Let's vote to keep things fair," my fiancé, William, declared.
I was a rising architect at Boston's most prestigious firm, yet I didn't even have the right to design my own marital home.
The result was unanimous. The bride's bedroom would be half the size of the adopted sister's closet.
 
Out of more than a hundred family votes over the last ten years:
My fiancé's votes for me: Zero.
My own brother's votes for me: Zero.
 
I finally realized this game was rigged from the start. I didn’t say a word. I just packed my bags.
Let them play their little voting game without me.

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

Sonia Reynard has spent her entire life fighting to prove she belongs among the strongest of her kind.
She's not an Alpha's daughter. She doesn't come from a legendary bloodline. Everything she has, she earned through years of sacrifice and discipline.
Now, in her final year at Evermourne Academy, she stands one victory away from securing her legacy.
The only thing standing in her way is Wesley Waverly.
The Alpha heir. The golden boy of werewolf society. Her greatest rival.
But when the championship ends with Wesley dead at her feet, Sonia's dreams shatter into a nightmare she never imagined.
The world calls her a murderer.
The media brands her a monster.
And three days later, the autopsy reveals something that changes everything:
Wesley Waverly didn't die the way everyone thinks he did.
Desperate for answers, Sonia finds an unlikely ally in the one person who should hate her most: Collins Waverly, Wesley's brother.
But the closer they get to the truth, the closer they get to each other. And falling for the dead boy's brother might be the most dangerous thing of all.
But as they dig deeper into Wesley's final days, they uncover secrets that someone has killed to protect. And the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous the question becomes:
If Sonia didn't kill Wesley Waverly...
...then who did?

Ibesha lost her virginity in a dart game.
The winner turned out to be her future brother-in-law, Colt.
In desperation, Ibesha made a crazy choice - she gave herself to the most dangerous and mysterious man at the party.
The red-haired mafia boss, Vitali.
She thought this was just a transaction trading her body for dignity, an escape from Colt's clutches.
But she didn't know that Vitali had already fallen for her, and a hunt spanning both the underworld and legitimate world of Sicily was about to begin.

“I could kill you right here,” Eziekel says quietly.

“Just like you killed my friend?”

His lips curl into a dark, mocking smile. “Seems like you’re ready to join her... wherever she is.”

My glare sharpens. I can’t stand the sight of the monster who hurt Natalie.
“I think it’s time to send you to hell where you belong,” I whisper.

Then I charge forward, fast as lightning, and drive my knife into his chest.


Daphne never wanted a crown, a pack, or an Alpha husband. But when a fragile truce demands her hand in marriage to Ezekiel Hawthorne, the cold, cursed leader of the werewolves, she walks down the aisle with poison in her heart and a knife beneath her gown. Her mission is simple: gain his trust, find her missing friend, and kill the monster who calls himself husband.

But the deeper she goes, the more twisted the game becomes. Ezekiel and Daphne have secrets of their own. Dangerous ones. Ones that could get them both killed in this war of witches and wolves but love?

Love is the deadliest curse of all.

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.

That 'yes' could mean my death, torture, hate, disrespect, rape or anything more heartless and brutal.

But, keeping my head high I said 'I am ready!"

He was the king of Arab, living miles away and had an evil plan against my Empire proposed for the marriage in front of Royal court with me but little did he know was nothing I had on my mind. I agreed for the wedding and his face fell.

I could clearly see the anger and hate he had for me as he expected a straight denial. But, I couldn't deny. I had to accept it for the sake of my empire and my family didn't know anything about the conspiracy.

I didn't know what he had for me but I somehow made myself ready for everything he had to give and never let him succeed in whatever he was thinking.

But, my world turned upside down when I reached his Empire. I couldn't believe he had such plans.

This is the Journey of Princess Gulaab as she accepted the proposal of a Twisted Sultan about whom she knows nothing. All she knew was he was planning a vast conspiracy against her Empire and she was the only one who could ruin his plan to ashes. She didn't think twice of herself, she didn't think twice about how she would be treated far away from her Empire. All she cared was only well for her Empire and she could literally do anything for her Brother and her Empire.

Mature Content!!!

Olivia thought her life was going to be perfect after she was adopted at a legal age by the Brookes couple, who were well-known businessmen in New York.

She later found out that the reason for her adoption was only for a marriage agreement because the Brookes couple only had a male child and needed a female child to fulfill their end of the bargain.

Things got worse for Olivia when she realized her fiance, Kellan hated her to the core and had another woman in his life, and she had no choice but to go through with the marriage.

Will Olivia be able to survive all the troubles she would go through in the hands of Kellan and his girlfriend who would do anything to get rid of her?

Mila Garvis has lost everything; her dreams, her love and her freedom. All she has left is a sick sister she would do anything to save. Including signing a marriage contract with a stranger. She doesn't think she'd ever see him again. But fate has other plans. Her stranger husband is none other than billionaire Lance Armstrong, and he wants an heir, one year of her life, and total submission. Trapped between a ruthless husband, vengeful enemies, her own thirst for revenge and a secret desire to be loved, Mila must decide. Will she remain a pawn, or take charge of her own fate?

Joy Hamilton is an only child. She has lived a life of being unwanted. Her parents never wanted her and called her a mistake.
Jensen McKellar is a Billionaire's Grandson. He gets everything he wants. The girls are like a revolving door for him.
One day Paul Hamilton (Joy's father) met Joseph McKellar (Jensen's Grandfather). They came up with a business deal that the McKellar Grandson and the Hamilton daughter will be married.

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

"Miss Davis, stay here. I want to discuss your grades," he said, looking into my glaring eyes.

"Sorry, my friend James is waiting for me. I need to go," I said, looking straight into his eyes with a sweet smile on my face, stressing more on the word "friend," and I saw how his jaw clenched. She wanted to spend time with him, and it increased my jealousy.I walked out of his office in fast steps as I felt his heated gaze on me. I started running, with tears threatening to fall. Before I could reach the exit, my hand was grabbed and I was pushed against the wall.

"Let me go; someone will see us," I said as he pressed his hard body against mine. I tried to push him with my hands, but he pinned them on either side of my head.

"I don't care," he said, pressing his body closer to mine, making my protesting movement. He buried his face in my neck possessively.

"Leave me and go spend your time with Miss. Hans," I said in anger and pure jealousy while looking into his amber eyes as he moved his face to look at me. He smirked knows I'm burning from the inside.

"You will go nowhere with that James," he said, burning in anger, ignoring my words, making me look at him with a scowl.

"Professor, leave me. It's inappropriate of you to ask me not to see my friend. You have no right on me," I said in the same mocking voice, and his jaw clenched even more.

"The professor doesn't, but I have every fucking right to you as your husband, my little bride," he said with a smirk on his face.

Yes, you heard it right. I'm married to my maths professor.

"From now on, you're no longer Ariadne. Your name is Isabelle Carstairs and you will marry Prince Rowan."

"But I'm Ariadne, not Lady Isabelle. I'm an abomination. An Otsayak," I protested, touching the mark on my neck. "I can't pretend to be a werewolf."

Dressed in clothes that were not hers, finery that belonged to a noble, Ariadne Sand, a slave, outcast and Otsayak becomes the hidden substitute bride for Alpha Prince Rowan.

Alpha Prince Rowan, the dejected and disgraced prince that has been cast away since he became a cripple, has never opened up his heart before. When the soft spoken and caring Ariadne comes to him, pretending to be his arranged bride, the lady Isabelle and nurtures him back to good health and he becomes strong again. A passionate and forbidden romance blossoms between them.

Otsayaks are not considered human, they are seen as an abomination and Ariadne has been a slave to her identity and the mark distinguishing her as an abomination for years.

Now the substitute bride has become a threat and with every ounce of recognition she gets, her secret threatens to topple everything down.

HOPE BONNARRO
She is the daughter of the most influential Capo of the Bianchi Mafia, the organization that rules the American underworld. She grew up following three rules: she cannot fall in love, marry, or draw attention. In exchange, she was granted the freedom to study Medicine at university. An attack on the convoy that protects her puts Hope’s life in danger when her brother is seriously injured and her father is unable to rescue her.

MICHAEL BIANCHI
He is the next Boss and needs an alliance with Capo Bonnarro. When the opportunity arises, he makes an offer: he will rescue Hope in exchange for her hand in marriage. With no other option, Bartolomeu Bonnarro agrees to the deal.
Michael skillfully rescues his future bride and takes her to the safety of his territory, keeping the marriage arrangement secret at Bartolomeu’s request.

Hope knows Michael is hiding something from her, and while trying to uphold the promises she made to her family—hiding the terrible secrets that could destroy the Bonnarros—she must deal with Michael Bianchi’s irresistible charm and dark humor. A seductive man who has no intention of waiting for Bartolomeu to tell his daughter the truth before tasting his bride’s sweet lips.

Amid secrets, fights, seduction, mysteries, and the slow building of a relationship that could turn into something more, the enemies pursuing Hope do not rest.
Michael Bianchi is willing to sweep across the country, destroying anyone who dares lay a hand on his bride, for Hope Bonnarro is untouchable to the world—and belongs only to him.

"You took everything from me."
Simone Alejandro was supposed to have her perfect fairytale ending—marrying the man she loved, uniting two powerful mafia families, and living a life of luxury. But in a single gunshot, her world shattered. Her father, the feared Don Alejandro, lay dying in her arms. Her fiancé ran like a coward. And she? She was captured.
By him.
"You're nothing but a spoiled princess playing pretend."
Nicholas Stravkos is a man who doesn’t ask twice. Cold, ruthless, and deadly, he stormed into Simone’s wedding and left a trail of blood in his wake. He expected to find a delicate little princess, begging for her life. Instead, he found fire—a woman too fierce, too proud, and too furious to break.
"Kill me, or let me go. But I will never bow to you."
Now, locked in his mansion, Simone refuses to be just another pawn in his game. She wants revenge. She wants answers. She wants out.
But Nicholas isn’t planning to let her go.
Not yet.
Not when she’s the most thrilling challenge he’s ever faced.
Not when she makes his blood heat with every sharp-tongued retort.
Not when she looks at him like she’s ready to destroy him… or kiss him.
"Careful, princess. Keep pushing me, and you might just like where it leads."
In a world of power, betrayal, and forbidden temptation, Simone must decide—fight against the man who stole her life or give in to the dark pull of the devil in Armani.

For ten years, Aletheia endured unimaginable torment in the freezing rivers of the Underworld.

Once, she was the most radiant Goddess of the Dawn in Olympus—until a bloodline trial exposed her as a mere mortal, a "fraud." In an instant, she lost everything. Her hypocritical adoptive parents exiled her, and Ares, the God of War and the fiancé she once loved, watched her ruin with cold indifference.

Now, when Olympus needs a political pawn to appease the Underworld, they suddenly remember the scarred and broken Aletheia.

Tossed into the black chariot of a bloodthirsty tyrant like a sacrificial offering, Aletheia braces herself for another eternity of suffering.

Yet Erebus, the rumored ruthless Lord of Shadows, doesn't break her. Instead, with the gentlest of touches, he brushes the frost from her skin.

When the gods who betrayed her return to claim what they once threw away, will Aletheia choose the Light that rejected her—or will she embrace the Darkness where she finally found her home?

She was trapped in the darkness. He ruled over it.
Zarya Rogov, born to be a sacrifice. Always kept in the dark, she learned to live along with it.
To the world, she was just another spoiled princess but only the walls of the Rogov's mansion knew the true tale of her unending sorrows. She thought escape would mean freedom.
She thought the world outside would save her, only to realize she loved the mansion walls that trapped her more than to be caught by the actual beast out there.
But it was too late, she was trapped again and his cage was cruler, colder and reeked of wrath.
Sergei Morozov, the Pakhan feared by all. The man who walked over those he crushed mercilessly.
His next target was her father, and to crush that old man, he captured his daughter, made her his wife, and decided to keep her as just a mere accessory in his mansion, just a mere caretaker for his son.
That was his plan, until he found himself unable to look away from her, he found himself craving her, loosening his tie in her vicinity just because she was just too hard to resist.
He hated the feeling because he promised himself that he would be the one to take her life and no one else, not even god.
But one thing he knew for sure, he craved her more than he craved to sin, and she was worse than a sin, she was addiction, and he was hooked.
WARNINGS: FORCED MARRIAGE. NON-CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP. POWER IMBALANCE. PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION. OBSESSIVE/POSSESSIVE MALE LEAD. GORE.