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"Take them off yourself, or I will do it for you." Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother's life for her body. Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City's most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He's a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can't stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa. But Dominic is playing a game he's already lost. He doesn't know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise. He doesn't know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory. And most of all, he doesn't know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter. While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask. When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He'll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human. To win her back, he'll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents. She won't make it easy. This is not a love story. It's a monster learning to beg. Why read this? Obsessive Mafia Hero Secret Baby with an Autistic and Gifted Daughter Identity Reveal "Touch Her And You Die" Energy Massive Groveling and Revenge A Heroine Who Fights Back No Cheating. Happy Ending Guaranteed.

I thought my life was over when my sister died, leaving me to raise her two babies in a world that wanted to swallow us whole. Then I made the mistake of a lifetime: I left a bold, humiliating voicemail for the one man I should have feared most. Anton Oryolov. The ruthless king of the Oryolov Bratva. A billionaire monster who rules the city with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. I expected him to fire me. I expected him to destroy me. Instead, he gave me a choice that felt like a death sentence: sign a contract and become his. The rules were simple. I belong to him. I live in his shadows. In exchange, he protects the children. But as the doors of his mansion locked behind me, I realized the "forced proximity" wasn't just a business arrangement. It was a cage. He thinks he can use me as a pawn in his dark mafia games. He thinks the children are just leverage to keep me in line. But he's starting to look at me with a hunger that isn't in the contract, and I'm seeing a man beneath the monster that I never expected to find. In the Cruel Paradise of the Bratva, loyalty is a lie and love is a weakness. Our deal is signed in ink, but it's going to end in blood. He owns my signature. He owns my safety. Now, he wants my soul.

I am the sole heir to the Beaumont empire, engaged to Julian for three years to secure our families' alliance. But on the night of my 24th birthday, he left me waiting at a crowded bar for three hours. I called him twelve times, and he ignored every single one. The next day, he claimed he was busy saving his ex-girlfriend, Abby, from an eviction. He promised to make it up to me at my wedding dress fitting. Yet, right before I stepped out in my gown, he ran off again. He even outsourced accompanying me to buy our wedding rings to my father's imposing Chief Operating Officer, Alex. When my friend sent me a live video from a nightclub, I realized the humiliating truth. Julian had abandoned me at the bridal shop to get into a bloody street brawl over Abby. Even after I rushed to the club and used my family name to save him from being arrested, he still hesitated when his ex-girlfriend grabbed his arm. "Julian, please don't leave me." Hearing Abby's manufactured cries, he chose to stay by her side instead of following me. I stared at his bloody knuckles in pure, unfiltered disgust. Why was I ruining my pride for a man who constantly put another woman first? Without looking back, I walked out of the club and got straight into Alex's waiting car. This time, I am canceling the wedding.

In the pressure cooker of senior year finals, Katherine Thorne and Derek Payne are the golden couple everyone envies, top students, inseparable in Honors and AP classes, and the school’s perfect relationship goals. Their love seems flawless until two transfer students arrive and begin to tear their world apart. Mia Thompson, a stunning and dangerously manipulative new girl with a secret System guiding her every move, sets her sights on destroying Katherine’s reputation and stealing both boys’ hearts. Armed with cold metrics that track irritation, trust decay, moral fatigue, and sympathy levels, Mia launches a calculated campaign of lies, engineered encounters, and whispered doubts. At the same time, charming transfer student James Wellington sparks an unexpected, innocent chemistry with Katherine that makes her question everything she thought she knew about love and pressure. As Derek begins believing Mia’s manipulations over his own girlfriend, their once-unbreakable bond starts to crack under rumors, betrayal, and finals-week stress. Can Katherine and Derek survive the emotional wreckage and rebuild something real, or will Mia’s mission succeed in ruining the perfect couple forever? A gripping young adult romance about trust, manipulation, first love, and the hidden fractures beneath perfection.

"...honestly, Seb, I feel sorry for Ellie." My hand froze mid-air. Feel sorry for me? Why? "Don't." Seb's voice was sharp, warning. "You can't tell me you don't see it," Vivian continued. "The way she looks at you, the way she tries so hard to be the perfect wife. And meanwhile, you're pouring everything into Charlie's gallery opening. How much have you invested in that West Coast venture now? Two million? Three?" The blood drained from my face. Charlie. Charlotte Morrison—my former best friend, the woman who'd stolen my fiancé and shattered my world three years ago. What did she have to do with Seb, my current husband? "That's not your concern," Seb said, but his voice lacked conviction. "It becomes my concern when you're utilizing your marriage as cover," Vivian shot back. "You married Ellie so she wouldn't interfere with Charlie and her husband, didn't you? So she'd stay out of their way while Charlie builds her new life." The words hit me like physical blows. My knees went weak, and I had to grip the doorframe to stay upright. I couldn't breathe. Seb's response came after a long pause, and when he spoke, his voice was bitter, resigned. "As long as Charlie is happy, I will clear every obstacle for her. Not only Ellie… Even myself, if necessary."

One reckless night changed everything. Amber Ross only wanted to forget her cheating fiancé for a few hours. She never expected to fall in the bed of Dominic Toretto—one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in the city. To Amber, it was a mistake. To Dominic, it was the beginning. Powerful, ruthless, and terrifyingly possessive, Dominic decides that the woman who spent one night in his arms isn’t walking away. Now the powerful, ruthless man who controls empires in the shadows has decided one thing: Amber belongs to him. What begins as raw attraction quickly turns into something far more dangerous — an obsession that pulls Amber into a world of power, blood, and secrets she was never meant to see. Because when Dominic Toretto chooses a woman, he doesn’t let her go.

On her twenty-fifth birthday, Nicole received two “gifts.” The first was Gregory—the man she had desperately pursued for five years—finally agreeing to become engaged to her. The second was the meticulously planned, premeditated assault he had orchestrated. She hadn’t known. Not until she tried to push open the door and found him, covered in fresh wounds, while those bloody truths stabbed into her already battered heart like a serrated blade. “Greg, that was brilliant!” “Not only did you teach that bitch a lesson for Judith, but now Nicole will be even more devoted to you!” “Yeah, she’s probably still swooning over her knight in shining armor! Hahaha!” The chorus of mocking laughter seemed to drill straight into Nicole’s skull. She bit down hard on her lip, fighting to keep silent, her hands and feet turning to ice. “Tch, serves her right. Who told her to run and leave Judith behind when they were attacked seven years ago?” “Exactly! A selfish, vicious woman like her deserves whatever she gets.” Gregory’s eyes darkened. “Judith saved my life back then. Anyone who hurts her will pay tenfold.” Nicole’s heart was being sliced to ribbons, then ground with salt, as she remembered his gentle, reassuring words just moments before he found her. “Don’t be scared, Nicole. I’m here.” So even that tenderness could be faked. His acting was truly impeccable. “Greg, aren’t you… worried you might be punishing the wrong person?” Someone voiced a hesitant doubt. “The panic on Nicole’s face looked real…” “What, you believe her nonsense? That *she* was the one who saved me?” Gregory let out a cold snort. “Do you think someone who’s terrified of water would ever jump in to save anyone?” Besides, when he’d opened his eyes, the first person he saw was Judith. How could it possibly be wrong? Hearing this, the girl managed a bitter smile. The tears she’d been holding back could no longer be contained, falling in heavy, silent drops. The man she loved most was the architect of her nightmare. He, too, thought she deserved it. But back then, it was Judith who had pushed her forward, telling her to run for help. As the attackers closed in, Judith had shoved her ahead. “You go first! I’ll hold them off!” “Go get the police! I’ll wait for you!”

The Blood Moon Ceremony began with the soft rustle of leaves and the hushed whispers of the Silver Creek Pack. I stood on the periphery, my simple worn dress a stark contrast to the elaborate gowns of the other females. My fingers nervously smoothed down the fabric—the best I owned, yet still inadequate for such an important night. "Charlotte, don't stand so tall. You're drawing attention," my mother had whispered before she died, her eyes filled with a sadness I didn't understand then. Now I did. As an Omega, I was the lowest rank in the pack hierarchy. The dirt beneath their paws. The joke they whispered behind their hands. I'd spent my entire life being reminded of my place—until the Moon Goddess blessed me with a miracle.

On the day of my parents’ funeral, Maddox, the Beta of the Silvermoon Pack, took their grave plot to bury Kinley’s deceased dog instead. “She’s grieving over her pet and she’s on edge, plus she’s recently pregnant. It’s just a grave marker; let her have it,” he said, tossing the divorce papers in front of me. His voice carried the dismissive tone I’d grown accustomed to, laced with the authority of a Beta. “She’s young and fiery, threatening to abort the baby without proper recognition. Let’s finalize the divorce now, and once the baby is born, you can return.” I clutched the urn holding my parents’ ashes and signed the papers, feeling numb. The weight of the pack’s hierarchy pressed down on me—an Omega, powerless and disposable. Back at the pack house, as I packed my belongings, the mocking laughter of Maddox’s friends echoed through the halls. They were Deltas, warriors who thrived on their proximity to power, their voices dripping with scorn. “Now that she’s got no parents, Beta can do whatever he wants with her,” one sneered.

Sloane Alder has spent three hundred years pretending to be ordinary — a quiet coroner's assistant in Savannah, Georgia, with no power, no past, and no desire to be noticed. The seal she carved into her own soul keeps the devastating truth locked away: she is one of the oldest, most destructive beings in existence, and she erased herself on purpose. Sterling Voss is the city's supernatural enforcer — a shadow-wielder who answers to no one and destroys anyone who crosses his territory. When he drags Sloane into a blood debt she can't refuse, he assumes she's just another fragile human caught in his web. But every secret has an expiration date. The more Sterling pulls Sloane into his world, the more the seal fractures. And the thing waking up inside her doesn't care about patience, or plans, or the dangerous, electric pull between them. Sterling thinks he's in control. Sloane is letting him believe that. The question isn't whether the truth will destroy them — it's whether anything will be left standing when it does.

My marriage to Marco Ricci was a contract signed in blood, a promise to unite the two most powerful families on the East Coast. He was my future, the king chosen to rule beside me. Everyone said our union was destiny. But he came home smelling of cheap perfume and another woman's lies. It was the scent of Angelia, the fragile orphan his family had taken in, the girl he swore he protected like a sister. I followed him to a private club. From the shadows, I watched him pull her into his arms and give her a hungry, desperate kiss—a kiss he had never given me. In that instant, my entire future shattered. I finally understood the whispers from his men that I was just a political prize, while Angelia was their true queen. He wanted my empire, but his heart belonged to her. I would not be a consolation prize. I would not be second to anyone. I walked straight into my father's study, my voice as cold as ice. "I'm calling off the wedding." When he protested, I delivered the final blow. "I will uphold our family's need for an alliance. I will marry Don Dante Valentino." My father's whiskey glass shattered on the floor. Dante Valentino was our greatest rival.

In a world of deceit and revenge, one woman will risk everything for justice. Disguised as a man, Francesa (Franco) infiltrates the De Luca empire, sworn to destroy the heir who destroyed her family. But as she guards Matteo's life, she finds herself falling for his charm. Meanwhile Matteo, the heir, questions his sexuality when he finds himself getting attracted to Franco. But Francesa finds out a huge secret that will change the course of her revenge. Will their forbidden love be their salvation or their demise? Will she be able to survive? Dive into a world of twists and turns, where loyalty, love, and revenge collide.

A week before my wedding, my fiancé' s sister-in-law, Kimberlee, ran me off a bridge. As I lay dying in the wreckage, my fiancé, Deacon, rushed past me to comfort her, barking at the paramedics to prioritize her "superficial" shock over my fatal injuries. He forced my crushed hand to sign a waiver absolving her of all fault, then left me to die in the rain. "She's just trying to get attention," he muttered. "Kimberlee is the priority. She almost died." I watched as a ghost while he ignored the pleas of my colleagues to perform the life-saving surgery I needed. He even told my mentor he wished I were dead. Then, he proposed to Kimberlee with my ring. My love for him finally shattered. I was dead, my career was being destroyed, and my murderer was wearing my ring. But death wasn't the end. It was a front-row seat to their betrayal, and I was tethered to the man who let me die, forced to watch every single moment.

When Sera Thorne discovers she's fated to Lucien Ashcroft-the vampire prince whose ancestor was murdered by her witch bloodline-she knows their bond is a death sentence. Centuries of war have made their clans sworn enemies, kill on sight, no questions asked. But as mysterious deaths mirror the ancient murder that started it all, Sera and Lucien must uncover the truth behind the conspiracy that destroyed their ancestors' love and shattered two worlds. With a traitor hiding in the shadows and their people demanding blood, can they solve a centuries-old murder before history repeats itself, or will their bond be the final spark that burns both clans to ash?

Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel. Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits. His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound. He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap. They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance. "Get off me!" Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her. She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her. If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt. It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most. Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony? And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to? Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface. She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis. She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay.

To survive a forced one-year marriage contract with the ultra-wealthy Chavez family, Averi Marsh disguised herself as a pathetic, ugly duckling. She caked her flawless skin in muddy yellow foundation, wore thick glasses, and played the part of a trembling, uneducated orphan. The entire family treated her like literal garbage. The youngest brother publicly swore he would rather cut off his own hand than marry a piece of trailer park trash. Her nominal fiancé, Clarke, looked at her with cold disdain, allowing his glamorous companion to humiliate Averi by forcing her into a neon pink clown dress. At a high-society party, a socialite shoved her into an infinity pool, laughing as the heavy fabric dragged her to the bottom. They all wanted to see the poor girl broken, humiliated, and driven out of their pristine world. What they didn't know was that beneath the hideous sweaters was a breathtaking, lethal predator. They had no idea she was 'Spectre', the undefeated underground racing god who had just humiliated the arrogant Clarke on the track. They didn't know she could shatter a bully's wrist in seconds or bankrupt their wealthy friends with a single text message. But when the chlorinated pool water washed away her ugly makeup, the family's ambitious second son caught a glimpse of her true, flawless face. The game of hide-and-seek was officially over. The Chavez family thought they were torturing a helpless sheep, but they were about to realize they had locked themselves in a cage with a wolf.

I clicked play, expecting to see in the video the carefully curated montage of my relationship—the yacht proposal, our matching holiday posts, the engagement party that had trended for three days straight. Instead, the screen filled with footage from yesterday's rehearsal. At first, it seemed ordinary—just my husband-to-be Marcus standing at the altar, checking his position. Then Dylan, his best man since college, his bestman for today’s wedding, approached him. They seemed to be discussing something, heads bent close together. The venue was empty; this must have been after everyone else had left. Then Marcus's hand moved to Dylan's face. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate, so familiar, that my breath caught in my throat.

The phone rang at precisely 9:17 AM. I was in the middle of reviewing quarterly projections when the screen lit up with an unknown number. Something in me knew—before I even answered—that my world was about to shatter. "Ms. Hudson?" The voice was clinical, detached. "This is Seattle General Hospital. I'm calling about your father, Robert Hudson." My pen slipped from my fingers, clattering against the mahogany desk. "What happened?" "I'm very sorry to inform you that he passed away thirty minutes ago. There were... complications with his heart condition." The room tilted sideways.

Janelle Thomas always knew her boyfriend, Kaleb Gray, the CEO of their company, to be someone who kept business and personal matters strictly separate. Despite dating for five years, their relationship remained a secret at work. But when Cataleya Myers, a childhood friend of his, suddenly joined the company’s secretarial department, Kaleb personally introduced her around and asked everyone to help her settle in. When Janelle confronted him about it, he remained calm and unperturbed. "She's just a friend's sister. Stop imagining problems," he said. Later, Kaleb stood in the pouring rain, watching as Janelle walked by, sharing an umbrella with another man. His eyes were red with emotion as he challenged her, asking who the man was. Janelle simply smiled and replied, "Just a colleague. Don’t create issues where there are none." After being away on a business trip for over two weeks, Janelle finally returned.

Ten years ago, hybrid alpha-vampire Ethan Parker met a girl on the darkest day of his life. She gave him hope that he could live on. When they met again, he was strong enough to do anything for her, but she didn't seem to remember him... Kylie Finch is a b-list actress after witnessing her mother die, being kicked out of the house by her father, and being betrayed by the man she loved for five years. She learned that she could only survive if she became stronger and stronger. When her life gets into trouble again, a strange man comes into her life and asks her to marry him. She has no choice but to say yes to survive. But Kylie discovers that her strange husband seems to be hiding many secrets...

The familiar scent of pine and earth that marked our territory should have been comforting after a month away, but something felt wrong the moment I crossed the pack borders. My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly beneath my skin, her ears metaphorically pricked with unease. "Home," I whispered to myself, though the word felt hollow as I approached the modest cabin Houston and I shared on the outskirts of the main pack grounds. A month of grueling territory expansion work had left me bone-deep exhausted, my muscles aching from countless patrols and negotiations with neighboring packs. All I wanted was to collapse into Houston's arms and feel his steady Beta strength anchor me. But the cabin stood eerily silent. I pushed open the front door, expecting to hear Houston's warm voice calling my name, maybe catch the scent of dinner cooking. Instead, cold air greeted me, carrying an absence that made my chest tighten. The living room felt hollow, untouched, as if no one had been here in days. "Houston?" My voice echoed off the wooden walls.

I was callously cast into the depths of a hellish prison by my mate, Alpha Jacob, and my own brothers. In that nightmarish place, my body became a canvas of horror as one by one, my organs were brutally removed, leaving me a broken and bleeding mess. Not a single organ in my body remained whole. Even after I was finally released from that living nightmare, my adopted sister, Elisa, continued to torment me with a sadistic glee. But then, like a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights, my childhood sweetheart, Nill, arrived. He unearthed the truth. By then, the torture had taken a toll on my mind, and I lost my memory. My mate and brothers, now faced with the consequences of their actions, were filled with regret. Their pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. Fortunately, I found solace and love in Nill's arms. He became my true mate

The mind-link message hit me like ice water at exactly 3:47 PM, just as I was preparing for our scheduled marking session. Bradley's voice echoed coldly through our mental connection: *Pack business requires my immediate attention. Session postponed indefinitely.* My wolf whimpered at the familiar rejection, but something sharper than disappointment twisted in my chest. This was the third time this month. The third cancellation in what should have been our final weeks together before the trial period ended. I set down the ceremonial oils I'd been warming, my hands trembling not from sadness but from a growing rage I'd been suppressing for two years. The contract clearly stated mandatory marking sessions twice weekly. Bradley had been meticulous about fulfilling every obligation—all 344 times over our arrangement—until now. My bare feet made no sound as I padded through the Moonridge Pack house corridors toward his office. The scent hit me before I reached the door—Bradley's pine and earth, but twisted with something floral and cloying.

Suddenly, it was his turn to gasp. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. I couldn't tell, but he released my hand like it was some poisonous object. He turned away from me, towards the boys. "We are doomed. She will bring an end to us all." ********************************************************************** She's plus sized She's partially blind A nerd with brains...and bullies Her name... isn't a name. It's a curse. She's a curse A curse living in the human world And someone followed her there - her greatest bully. She hates her birthdays, they are her nightmares. But her eighteenth birthday turns out to be her worse - finding out the man she's called 'dad' all these years isn't her dad. And his biological twin sons are her destined mates. But that's not the problem. She is. She's the dragon that shouldn't be let to live. She's a doom to the dragon tribe...even to her own mates. Now, every dragon wants her dead. And the witches' clan want her powerful blood. The only people who can protect her, are the very people her demon dragon wants to destroy! Dive into this paranormal fantasy and follow Heina on a journey of self-discovery, character growth and unleashing powers that will ruin everything and everyone... including her mates.