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I'm wanted, Kimberly. Wanted by the Mafia..." Those were my father’s final words before he died in my arms. Moments later, I saw those legs step out of the shadows, marking the beginning of my nightmare. Leonardo Fiore, a cold Mafia Don,who is determined to use Kimberly as a tool in his game for power. His world is cruel and his words are like ice. "There's no love here, Kimberly,” he whispered. It's not part of the deal.” But Kimberly isn't one to accept whatever fate brings, without a fight. “If your love is not part of the deal, I'll make it mine to claim” she declared, feisty, crashing her lips onto his. As tension arises, Kimberly must decide : will she melt Leonardo's icy heart or lose herself trying to survive in his dangerous world.

After five years of captivity, Selene Graves miraculously escapes—only to discover her world has moved on without her. Her husband Elias has remarried and had a new family.

Catching her mate cheating with his childhood sweetheart was already humiliating enough—but what broke Ava even more was realizing that the one person who witnessed her heartbreak was the last person she ever wanted to see it: her mate’s older brother. The future Alpha of their pack. Mortified, Ava fled the scene. What she didn’t expect, however, was that the very man she’d always had complicated feelings for—the one she’d been trying so hard to avoid—had his eyes on her all along. Even with a chosen mate soon to be announced, his gaze never seemed to leave her. She never imagined that the cold and distant future Alpha—her mate’s brother, whose hawk-like stare always made her feel like prey—might share a bond with her that neither of them could explain.

After catching her boyfriend in bed with another woman, Arlyn wants two things for Christmas: distance from heartbreak and a fresh start. A disastrous airport chase, a mistaken identity, and, yes, a bite mark later, she meets the hottest man she's ever seen... and the biggest jerk she's ever attacked by accident. She thinks she'll never see him again. Until she walks into her mother's new husband's mansion- And finds the airport stranger standing in the foyer. Reid Carter. Her new stepbrother. Cold, arrogant, impossible to read... and completely convinced Arlyn is just another gold-digger's daughter trying to worm her way into his wealthy father's life. She wants peace. He wants nothing to do with her. But the more the two are forced under one snow-covered roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension simmering between them. She bit him once by accident. Now she can't get him out of her head. And he can't seem to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. This Christmas, they'll discover that sometimes the person you shouldn't want... Is the one you can't forget. A biting, slow-burn, forbidden holiday romance filled with crackling tension, emotional scars, and a spark neither of them is ready for.

I smoothed down the front of my silver gown, the one Alexander had gifted me on our fifth anniversary, as I entered the monthly Silverfang council meeting. The familiar faces of pack members nodded respectfully as I passed, taking my seat beside the ornate chair reserved for my mate, the Alpha. Seven years as Luna had taught me the rhythm of these gatherings—budget discussions, territory reports, and the occasional dispute resolution. Nothing I couldn't handle with the grace expected of Alexander's mate. My wolf, Aria, stirred within me. *Something feels wrong today.* I dismissed her concern with practiced ease. *It's just another meeting, dear one.* But when Alexander entered, his gaze swept past me as if I were invisible. The chill that ran down my spine wasn't just from the draft in the ancient stone chamber. "Let's begin," he announced, his voice carrying that natural authority that had first drawn me to him all those years ago. The meeting proceeded normally until Sarah Mitchell, the Beta's sister, rose from her seat across the chamber.

For three years, Deanna endured scorn in a one-sided marriage. When Connor forced her to choose between her career and a divorce, she didn't hesitate-she walked away. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Deanna returned as the brilliant heiress to a medical conglomerate. Her ex and his family begged for another chance, but it was too late. With a tycoon father, a legendary healer mother, a CEO brother who adored her, and a showbiz powerhouse sibling, Deanna's life overflowed with power. Even her arrogant rival, heir to billions, only ever had a soft spot for her.

She's stubborn, young, and craving love. He's rich, famous, and impossible to read. When 19 year old Liana Harper is suddenly arranged to marry Ethan Blackwell, the continent's most popular pop idol and heir to a vast empire, their worlds collide in a storm of arrogance, cold stares, and fiery clashes. Thrown together by family pressure, mismatched personalities, and high expectations, Liana and Ethan must navigate a life neither of them chose filled with secrets, jealousy, and unexpected emotions. Can a stubborn girl and a grumpy superstar survive a forced marriage? Or will their differences tear them apart before love even has a chance? Enemies forced into marriage sparks everywhere.

The fluorescent hum of the DMV was the soundtrack to my boring life, until I tried to replace my lost driver's license. "Your marital status. It says you're divorced," the clerk said, shattering my five-year marriage to Jackson Parks with a single, flat sentence. My husband, Jackson, the man who swore he loved me, had secretly divorced me three years ago. Not only that, he had remarried the very next day to Candida Camacho, the woman who had tried to murder me on my wedding day and left me infertile. And they had a two-year-old son, Joey. I stumbled home, my world a blur, only to find Jackson and Candida in our living room, arguing. "I hate having to pretend for that pathetic woman!" Candida shrieked. Jackson, my husband, pleaded, "I love you. I've always loved you." The man I sacrificed everything for, who swore to destroy her, was now playing house with my attempted murderer, and I was the fool living in his house, sleeping in his bed, believing his lies. The pain in my abdomen, a phantom ache from five years ago, flared to life, mirroring the gaping wound in my soul. I would not be his victim anymore. "Hamilton," I said into the phone, my voice clear and steady. "I need your help. I need you to help me die."

The office stood silent at this late hour, with only the soft hum of computers and the occasional distant horn from the Manhattan streets below keeping me company. Everyone else had gone home hours ago, but the investor presentation needed to be perfect. Ethan's future—our future—depended on it. I massaged my temples, fighting the headache that had been building all day. Ten years of marriage, and still I worked in the shadows, the secret architect behind his success. The thought brought a familiar ache, different from the physical exhaustion weighing on my body. "Just this last file," I murmured to myself, eyeing the cabinet that towered against the wall. The folder I needed sat on the top shelf, just out of reach. I grabbed the metal step stool, positioning it carefully before climbing up. My fingers had just brushed against the folder when something inside me shifted.

The morning sun filtered through the windows of Ethan's Manhattan penthouse as I stood in the doorway, clutching my wedding dress design to my chest. Five years of love, sacrifice, and dreams were etched into those sketches—every curve, every delicate lace detail crafted with him in mind. I had risen at dawn, too excited to sleep, wanting to surprise him with the final design. The surprise, it turned out, was entirely mine. "Ethan?" My voice came out as a whisper, though I desperately wished I hadn't made a sound at all. There they were, tangled in his Egyptian cotton sheets—Ethan and Vanessa. My boyfriend and my best friend. Her long blonde hair spilled across his chest, and when she turned to look at me, I saw something I'd never noticed before: triumph in her eyes, and beneath it, a cruel satisfaction. "Olivia!" Ethan scrambled to sit up, the sheet falling to his waist. "This isn't—I mean, it just happened.

I grew up in a glass tower—protected by badges, blinded by lies. My father, the Commissioner, built walls around me so high I never saw the darkness creeping through the cracks. Not until one reckless night led me into the Inferno Club… and straight into the arms of Chicago’s most dangerous men. Three kings rule the shadows. Each more lethal than the last. Each is determined to claim me. Jaxon shatters me and puts me back together with his hands and his hunger. Maddox weaves riddles and seduction until I forget my own name. Ronan strips away every mask I wear and demands surrender I never knew I could give. They think I’m just another spoiled rich girl playing with fire. But I’ve been burning since the day my mother died—and now I’m ready to show them exactly how dangerous a caged viper can be. In Chicago’s underworld, love is a weapon. And I’m learning to wield it like a queen.

A lycan named Emily, terminally ill with LAS, endures six years of brutal torture in a private cell after being falsely accused of killing Damian's sister, Kathleen. Once lovers, Damian spurns her, believing the lies, and subjects her to cruelty, unaware she shielded his sister's secret-Kathleen died by her own choice . When Damian uncovers the truth,he crumbles. Stripped of his pack, fortune, and purpose, he becomes a crippled beggar by the shore.

Cassie, a 26 year old student in her final year (PHD) is dared by her friends to visit a sex club, pick a random guy and let him break her virginity. She chooses the most elite club in the city. In there, she randomly picks a masked man and lets him lead her to the secret chambers. Done, she pushes the experience at the back of her mind and focuses on finding an internship. The death of her estranged mother brings her back to the city she hated. When her brother offers to help her find a place to do her internship, Cassie does not know whether to stay or leave. If she stays, she will have to face her demons and confront her past. If she leaves, she would be away from her only brother. She decides to stay near her brother. Cassie's brother introduces her to Reggie, his CEO friend. Reggie is a perfect boss, polite and a man of few words despite his dominant nature. Cassie catches Reggie in a compromising situation and that changes their relationship. He wants her but is scared of revealing more of his sexual kinks to her. After much persuasion and seduction by Cassie, he introduces her to his dominant world. A problem arises when one of the dominatrix who broke Cassie's virginity sees her. He asks Reggie to share but he refuses. He makes it his mission to get Cassie. Reggie is torn between protecting Cassie and keeping his past a secret. Secrets are revealed, hearts are broken and jobs are lost. Reggie turns to alcohol and Cassie runs to her brother. Reggie proposes to Cassie but Cassie declines. Reggie's company almost closes and that brings them back together. They are determined to fight the enemy and take care of their new born.

Three years ago, Corinna had been an orphan, taken in by an influential family to marry their comatose heir. Then the groom woke up, and the vows curdled; he treated her like worthless, disposable trash. After her car wreck, she lay bleeding on the asphalt while he cheated with the woman he truly wanted. Something in her snapped, and she asked for a divorce with numb, shattered calm. After walking away from the marriage, her secrets unraveled-a top-tier heiress, a hacker beyond reach, and a once-in-a-generation healer. Her ex came crawling back, begging, unraveling, and losing control. But it was all too late.

"One touch is a miracle. Two is a contract. Three is an obsession." Vespera Moretti was the perfect substitute, until the real heiress returned and her family threw her to the streets like a piece of broken glass. Humiliated and penniless, Vespera has only one weapon left: a mind built for war. She targets Cassian Valeska, the "Untouchable King" of a global media empire. Due to a dark childhood trauma, Cassian suffers from severe Haphephobia; a single human touch sends him into a violent panic. He is a man who rules the world but cannot hold a hand, until Vespera grabs his wrist, and the chaos in his mind stops. Vespera is his "Fated Exception." The Deal: She will be his skin, his fiancée, and his strategist to stabilize his crumbling throne. The Price: He will give her the scorched-earth power to dismantle the Moretti family brick by brick. But as the "Touch Protocol" moves from tactical hand-holding to soul-searing intimacy, Vespera realizes that healing a monster is dangerous... especially when the monster starts to crave her more than his own empire.

The pale morning light streamed through my bedroom curtains as I rehearsed the words I'd practiced a hundred times before. Today was my twenty-eighth birthday, and tonight, at the gala my parents had arranged, Zach would finally propose. I was certain of it. "I've dreamed of this moment," I whispered to my reflection, trying to perfect the surprised-but-composed expression that would grace the society pages tomorrow. "And I promise to be the wife you deserve, to support your dreams as you've supported mine." The last part was a lie, of course. Zach had never supported my dreams—not my passion for art history, not my desire to curate at the Met someday. But that's what good girlfriends did, right? They molded themselves into whatever shape their partner needed. Snowball padded into the room, his white fur catching the sunlight. I knelt down, burying my face in his warm coat. "Tonight's the night, Snowball," I murmured. "Everything's going to be perfect." Hours later, the Carter penthouse gleamed like a diamond. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across the marble floors while Manhattan's elite mingled beneath them. I stood at the entrance in my champagne silk gown, greeting guests alongside my father. "You look radiant, sweetheart," Dad said, squeezing my hand. "Like your mother on our engagement night." My heart fluttered. Even he knew what tonight meant. I scanned the crowd for Zach, finally spotting him by the bar. He was magnificent in his tailored tuxedo, dark hair perfectly styled, that confident half-smile playing on his lips as he charmed a group of investment bankers. Our eyes met briefly across the room, but instead of the warm acknowledgment I expected, he simply nodded and returned to his conversation. A chill ran through me. I pushed it away. He was just nervous. Of course he was nervous. "Vivian!" Heather appeared, resplendent in emerald green that complemented her auburn hair. She hugged me tightly. "Happy birthday, bestie. Tonight's going to be unforgettable." If only I'd known how prophetic those words would be. As the evening progressed, Zach remained distant, circulating through the crowd but somehow never quite making it to my side. Whenever I approached, he'd suddenly be needed elsewhere. I watched him check his reflection in a decorative mirror, adjusting his already perfect tie, before turning to charm the wife of a prominent senator. "He's just working the room," I told myself, smoothing my dress for the dozenth time. "Building connections for our future." By the time we gathered in the grand ballroom for toasts, my smile felt brittle. The diamond ring I'd imagined on my finger remained a fantasy, and the champagne I'd been sipping had soured in my stomach. My father had just finished his birthday tribute when Heather suddenly stood, tears streaming down her face. The room fell silent. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, mascara tracking down her cheeks. "I didn't want to do this tonight, but I can't keep pretend

What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss.... And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re, uhh…"thinking" about them. Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole, who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous. Tonight, fantasies of him are just what I need to push me over the edge. But when I look down at my phone squished next to me, there it is. A voicemail for seven minutes and 32 seconds.... Sent to Ruslan Oryolov. I panic and throw my phone across the room. But there is no undoing the damage done by my very vocal O. So what can I do? My plan was to just avoid him and act like it never happened. Besides, no one that busy checks their voicemails, right? But when he schedules a one-on-one meeting with me for exactly seven minutes and 32 seconds, one thing is for certain: He. Heard. Everything. Cruel Paradise is Book One of the Oryolov Bratva duet. Ruslan and Emma’s story concludes in Book Two, Cruel Promise.

The night before my wedding should have been filled with excitement and joyful anticipation. Instead, I found myself sitting alone in my bedroom at the Ramirez estate, staring at a package that had arrived mysteriously with no return address. My fingers trembled as I unwrapped the plain brown paper. What bride receives an unmarked package on the eve of her wedding day? The heavy silence of my bedroom pressed against me as I lifted the lid of the box. Inside lay a pair of women's shoes—worn-out, scuffed at the edges, with faded soles that spoke of countless steps. They weren't expensive or remarkable in any way. Just ordinary shoes that someone had clearly worn for years. "What the hell?" I whispered, lifting one shoe from the box. This had to be some kind of mistake or a bizarre prank.

The silver glass bit into my palm as I sawed through the restraints. Five years. Five years of planning this moment, memorizing guard rotations, stealing fragments of broken mirror during the weekly hose-downs. The storm outside Wolf's Bane Asylum screamed louder than the voices in my head—the ones that whispered I was already dead, that escape was just another form of torture. My wrists burned where the silver touched skin. I didn't care. Pain was an old friend now. The guard's footsteps echoed down the corridor. I pressed myself against the wall, every muscle trembling from malnutrition and years of wolfsbane injections. My wolf—Luna, she used to be called—hadn't spoken in so long I'd almost forgotten her voice.

For fifteen years, I buried my dream of motherhood because my husband, Bennett, swore he carried a tragic genetic defect. "If we have children, they will suffer," he had cried on our bathroom floor. I believed him. I made him my religion. But at a charity gala, everything shattered. He introduced his twenty-two-year-old mistress as his "little sister," only to announce moments later that she was pregnant with his heir. He never had a genetic defect. He just didn't want a child with me. The humiliation didn't stop there. He moved her into our home. He took my grandmother’s emerald necklace, reset the stone, and fastened it around her neck in front of our friends. When I tried to leave quietly, he sneered that I was jealous and toxic. He was confident he could break me, planning to manipulate me into eventually helping raise his mistress's baby. He didn't know two things. First, his mistress was faking the pregnancy to trap him. Second, I wasn't going to stay to watch the fallout. While he rushed her to the hospital for a staged emergency, blaming me for her "pain," I quietly boarded a private jet to Paris. I deleted my number. I destroyed my SIM card. I reclaimed my maiden name. By the time Bennett realized his "heir" was a lie and his wife was gone, I was already starting a new life where he didn't exist.

Four years. That's how long Ruby gave Dale everything: her brilliance, her strategies, her entire future. All for a man who promised to be her family after she lost her parents. One scholarship to London. One shattered glass table. One broken photograph of her parents. That's all it took for Ruby to discover the truth: her boyfriend had been living a double life with his dead best friend's sister, Sofia. While Ruby bled from glass wounds, Dale chose his lover over his girlfriend. While she mourned her parents' destroyed photograph, he was planning a secret engagement. While she stood humiliated in a cheap knockoff dress at Sofia's birthday party, they were already counting down to their wedding. But Dale made one crucial mistake, he underestimated the woman whose brain built his entire company. Now she's on a plane to London with every strategy she ever created for him. Every client weakness. Every business secret. And Dale has no idea what's coming for him. The broken woman he destroyed is gone. What's left is someone with nothing to lose. He stole four years of her life and built his empire on her work. Time to take everything from his. Or not.

I froze in the doorway, my hand still gripping the knob as the scene before me burned itself into my memory. Asher, my husband of six years, had his arms wrapped around Madeleine, his face buried in her neck. Her eyes were closed, lips parted in what could only be pleasure as her fingers threaded through his hair. The laundry basket I'd been carrying slipped from my grasp, sending freshly folded clothes scattering across the bedroom floor. "What is this?" My voice sounded foreign to my own ears—thin and fragile. They sprang apart, but not quickly enough. Not nearly quickly enough. "Nina!" Asher's face registered shock, then something else—annoyance?—before settling into a mask of concern. "This isn't what it looks like." Madeleine's eyes filled with tears, the perfect crystalline drops clinging to her long lashes. "I'm so sorry, Nina.

Keanu was on a business trip abroad when he got caught in a terrorist attack. The phone kept ringing off the hook. Irene and Gunner said they were at the embassy, anxiously waiting for me to negotiate with the officials. Even my father, Miles, who hadn’t called in ten years, reached out. He mentioned having connections at the embassy and could help bring Keanu back. Friends, Keanu’s brother Trey, colleagues, neighbors—everyone wanted to know what was happening. Meanwhile, I sat there, calmly dismissing call after call, as I was in the middle of my postpartum recovery. After all, when Keanu saw on the news that his former girlfriend, the war correspondent Cassidy Baker, was in the middle of the crisis, he had left his family to rush to her side. With amniotic fluid leaking, I had asked him, "Are you sure you want to leave your family to fly to that war-torn country? If you go, Keanu, I won't take responsibility for what happens." Keanu didn’t respond, but the frantic pounding on the door said it all.

The annual pack alliance ceremony was always a grand affair, with delegates from neighboring packs gathering to renew their vows of peace and cooperation. I stood beside Wilson, my fingers lightly brushing against his as was expected of a Luna, though he had made it clear through his stiff posture that he'd rather I kept my distance. Three years of this treatment had taught me to hide my hurt well. The Great Hall of the Moonstone Pack house glowed with amber light from hundreds of candles, their flames reflecting off the polished wooden tables where Alpha Elena Blackwood and other visiting dignitaries sat. I kept my face composed in a serene smile that grandmother Luna had taught me was befitting of a Luna, even as my wolf, Aria, whimpered inside me. *Stay strong,* I silently assured her. *Just a few more hours and this will be over.* I watched as Rosa glided across the hall in her ceremonial dress—a stunning creation of silver silk that complemented her delicate frame. She had positioned herself strategically near the altar where the alliance documents would be signed, ensuring all eyes would be on her during the most important moment of the ceremony. That's when I noticed it—a small tear forming along the seam of her dress, just below her shoulder blade. The fabric was stretching dangerously, threatening to reveal more than just a glimpse of skin.