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In the glittering skyline of Lagos, where power and ambition rule, twenty-two-year-old Cynthia-Rose dreams of success but is trapped in the relentless grip of family struggles. When the enigmatic and wealthy Chief Fredrick Mba, a man old enough to be her father, offers her a life of unimaginable luxury... at a price, her world tilts on the edge of danger, desire, and deception. It is a deal of power, control, and temptation. A marriage not born of love, but of circumstance. As Cynthia-Rose steps into Fredrick's world of opulence, she finds herself caught in a dangerous game of desire, manipulation, and secrets that could destroy everything she holds dear. In a city where nothing comes free, and love has a price. Can Cynthia-Rose navigate the delicate balance of all give and all take, or will surrendering to temptation cost her more than she ever imagined?

"I married him to save my mother... but my husband already owned my past." Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He gave me three rules: No emotions. No questions. Stay out of his private wing. I should have listened. Because nothing about this marriage is normal. The staff whisper when I pass. My name makes people freeze. And my husband watches me like I'm a problem he hasn't solved yet. Like he's waiting... For me to remember. I thought I was trapped in a contract. But the truth? I was chosen. And when I finally break his rules, I find a photo that changes everything Me. From years ago. In his possession. "You knew me... before you married me." And the way he looks at me tells me one thing This isn't where my story begins. It's where it comes back to life.

Three years ago, I used my family's tech empire to marry Damien Moretti, a ruthless mafia Underboss. I naively thought my devotion could melt his frozen heart. But a year ago, he paraded his mistress at our family gala just because she had the face of his dead ex. When my pathetic jealousy boiled over and I stabbed him with a letter opener, he didn't kill me. Instead, he banished me to the freezing, decaying West Wing of his estate. For a whole year, I was locked away like a ghost. He flaunted his mistress, orchestrated a hostile takeover of my family's company, and let his maids treat me like garbage. When I knelt outside his door begging for a divorce, he just gripped my jaw and delivered a death sentence. "The only way you leave this family is in a coffin." The naive girl who begged for his love died in that cold room. I finally realized I was nothing but a profitable ledger entry to him. When he finally opened my door again, expecting to see a broken prisoner, I slapped him across his bleeding face. "The deal is done. I want a divorce." I walked straight out into the freezing Chicago rain, secretly swallowed a bottle of emergency contraceptives to kill any chance of carrying his heir, and prepared to tear up his mafia rules myself.

Evelyn Carter married Adrian Hale seven years ago, the summer he published his first novel. She was the only reader of his handwritten drafts, the girl who typed every page for him when his hand shook from writer's block. She believed love could be built word by word. Then Adrian's childhood muse, Sienna Vale, came back from Paris. On Evelyn's thirtieth birthday, she flew across the ocean to surprise him. She found something else instead: his newest novel, the one he'd promised her for seven years, freshly printed, with Sienna's name on the dedication page. Their daughter asked if Sienna could be her real mom. Evelyn didn't cry. She signed the divorce papers that night and left the book on his desk, unopened. Six months later, Adrian came home. The house was empty. So was every page of his life.

At the pack’s charity auction, Beckham George, the Alpha heir of the George Pack, bid fifty million dollars on a gemstone necklace symbolizing eternal love. The room buzzed with anticipation as he held up the necklace, his Alpha aura commanding attention. He turned to me, his voice steady yet tinged with arrogance, and proposed. The crowd erupted in applause, their admiration for him evident. They all seemed certain I would accept. After all, I had pursued him relentlessly since I was welcomed back into the Mason Pack, and our four years in college were marked by my unwavering devotion. But they all seemed to forget. Back then, when I was suffering from a rare heart condition and needed urgent surgery, Beckham accused me of faking my illness after Ruby Simmons, the rising influencer from the Simmons Pack, planted doubts in his mind. He cut off all my access to pack resources, publicly denounced me, and left me to face the brutal backlash alone. My biological parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Mason Pack, turned their backs on me, and my friends distanced themselves.

After Thanksgiving, Grandma insisted I take a herbal remedy. Her voice was filled with fear as she said, "The holiday's over, and it's coming back. Once you've taken the remedy, scales will appear on your body when it shows up." Back in the city, my boyfriend Kendrick couldn't wait to get close. The moment he hugged me, an unbearable itch spread across my back. I reached around to scratch and felt several hard scales. The cold, slimy sensation sent a shiver down my spine, like an electric shock. Kendrick teased, "How come you're so sensitive after just one holiday?" I couldn’t believe it and ran my fingers over the spot several times, only to confirm it wasn't an illusion. Beneath those scales, it felt as if countless tiny bugs were sucking and wriggling. The deep, relentless itch made my nails dig painfully into my skin. At the same time, an uncontrollable chill crept through my body.

The conference room smelled like cedar polish and three different Alpha colognes, and I had spent the last forty minutes proving — quietly, in clean black ink — that I was the only person at the table who had actually read all sixty-two pages of the treaty. Aaron sat to my right, one hand resting on the back of my chair like a prop. He laughed at the Blackridge Alpha's joke a beat too late. I clocked it and let it pass. "Clause nine," I said, sliding the page across. "Hunting rights revert if either party defaults on the quarterly tithe. That's non-negotiable." Alpha Doran of Stonewater squinted at the paragraph. "You drafted this, Luna?" "I drafted all of it." Aaron's hand drifted from my chair to my shoulder. Warm. Familiar.

When a determined woman from humble beginnings moves in with Crest, a wealthy and guarded man with a complicated past, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and unexpected family ties. As love grows amidst challenges from fractured relationships and guarded hearts to surprising new beginnings, they must learn to trust, forgive, and build a future together. But when the past threatens to unravel their fragile peace, will their bond be strong enough to hold? A heartfelt journey of love, resilience, and the power of chosen family.

After rebirth, Kaylee woke drugged and stumbled into the room of the most dangerous man in the city. One reckless night tied their fates together, and though she recognized him as her childhood friend, she chose to pretend otherwise, determined to use his power for revenge. Yet while she thought she was pulling the strings, he had already been protecting her from the shadows. When her adopted sister tried to burn her alive, he arrived in time, his fury terrifying. "Anyone who dares touch her will pay with their life." He had always known-she was the girl he never forgot.

They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying. When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation. Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control. Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen. Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed. They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want. But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies. First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule. The rules are simple: I'll give each of them a chance. I'll take everything they offer. And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life: Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.

Three years is a long time to carry someone else's death on your shoulders. I'd grown used to the weight of it, like a stone you wear until it becomes part of your spine. The whispers followed me through the grocery store, the laundromat, the textile factory where I worked my double shifts. *Poor Scarlet. The cursed wife. Got her hero husband killed.* I didn't argue. What was there to say? Conrad King had died saving me during Hurricane Elara. At least, that's what they told me. That's what I believed, every single day for three years.

The conference room felt suffocating despite its expansive glass walls overlooking the city. I sat rigid in my chair, trying to ignore the whispers rippling through the assembled colleagues as Logan stood at the head of the table, his expression carved from stone. "The situation is straightforward," he announced, his voice carrying that clinical detachment I'd learned to recognize over the past months. "The rival faction has Marie and Audrey. They've demanded an exchange—one of ours for both of them." My fingers traced invisible patterns on the polished mahogany, a nervous habit I couldn't shake. Around me, executives shifted uncomfortably. Someone coughed. The air conditioning hummed with mechanical indifference. "Whitney will go," Logan continued, and the room tilted. For a moment, I convinced myself I'd misheard.

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one-always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry's dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father's death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia-never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed... until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him-and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man's hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever-her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she'd loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man's reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone's first choice-until she became the only choice.

Content Rated 🔞🔞 This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension. Stay off or get burned. Just kidding! Dive dive in and enjoy the fire.😉😉 ............. "These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder, finding its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to." ******* One brother owns her future. The other is addicted to her ruin. Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything. One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her. Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, scarred and dangerous. And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother. Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And the once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go. Every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her. Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away. Because Slade doesn't do mercy, he does destruction, and he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his.

I was a ghost in the rafters of Sotheby’s, five floors above the most expensive pavement in New York, clutching a ten-million-dollar ledger hidden inside a drop of blood-red agate. I had the perfect exit planned, but I didn't count on Harding Bishop, a security predator who could track a shadow through a rainstorm. When the exits were sealed and the tactical teams started swarming, I made a split-second choice to survive. I stepped out of the shadows and looked into the eyes of a billionaire socialite searching for her missing daughter, whispering a single, broken word: "Mom?" Just like that, I wasn't a thief anymore; I was Cassandra Sterling, the heiress who had been gone for five years. But the homecoming was a nightmare. My new "sister" promised to send me back to the gutter, my "father" held a gold-plated pistol to my knee the moment the limo doors closed, and the family patriarch tried to strike me down with his cane just for breathing his air. Every second was a high-wire act. I had to play the part of a traumatized victim while a ten-million-dollar stone was literally sewn into the raw, bleeding wound on my shoulder. If I moved wrong, I’d bleed out; if I spoke wrong, I’d be buried in the backyard of the Hamptons estate. Harding Bishop didn't believe a word of it. He moved into the room next to mine, watching my every breath and checking my hands for gun calluses under the guise of protection. He thinks he’s the warden and I’m his prisoner, but he’s about to find out that a cornered rat is the most dangerous thing in the house. "Sleep tight, Vesper," he whispered as he locked my door, using my real name for the first time. He thinks he’s won, but he has no idea that I’m already reaching for the Agate hidden under my pillow, ready to burn his empire to the ground.

Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down. Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own. Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood. He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender. But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic. Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances. In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother's rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?

BLURB Sophia died hating the man she once loved. Then she woke up ten years younger with a chance to make him pay. Alexander Sterling destroyed her in ways he'll never remember. Now she'll become the woman he can't forget, and can't have. But he's dreaming of her death. She's planning his downfall. And neither knows they're both pawns in someone else's game.

I woke up gasping from a nightmare of flames devouring Chandler Finch's estate, my body wrapped in burning curtains as I died alone. But my eyes opened to silk sheets in his penthouse master bedroom. He was alive beside me, his cedarwood scent real. This was my second chance—I'd been reborn. His phone buzzed: Eugenia Stewart's "emergency." Her security detail reported her refusing meals, unstable. Chandler bolted without a glance, rushing to her side. I signed the brutal cohabitation contract binding me to him, but Temperance had planted birth control pills in the trash—a trap to frame me. Chandler found them, exploded in jealous rage, crushing the pills to dust. "No child unless it's mine," he growled, possessive fire in his eyes. Brett, Eugenia's lapdog, stormed in later, accusing me of manipulation. I fired back: Chandler demanded my womb for his heir. Brett paled, fled to tattle. Then the storm hit—power outage, locked on the terrace in pouring rain, freezing as Eugenia faked an asthma attack on Chandler's line, stealing his focus again. I hung up, huddled with a stray puppy, nearly dying from hypothermia. He'd never believed me before—Eugenia's lies always won, dooming me to isolation and fire. Why did her every whimper trump my screams? How could he be so blind? This time, reborn weeks before the inferno, I wouldn't beg. I'd play his game, shatter Eugenia's web, and make Chandler mine—before the flames returned.

I married billionaire Gregorio Harrison to pay off my father's massive debt and keep my dying mother on life support. But his true love, Kiersten, drugged him with an aphrodisiac, and he used my body to survive the night. The next day, Kiersten threatened my mother's life with loan sharks, forcing me to sign a surrogacy contract because she was completely infertile. When Gregorio caught us together, he didn't care about the brutal bruises he had left on my skin. He thought I was blackmailing his beloved. He dragged me to his family estate, locking me in a room to be treated like a mindless breeding mare by his cruel mother. Later, Kiersten tricked me into a humiliating, nude painting session to save my mother's medical funds, setting me up for a media scandal. When Gregorio smelled her studio's incense on my clothes, he didn't ask for the truth. "If you're that desperate to sell yourself, I'll show you what a real transaction looks like." He violently assaulted me as punishment, shoved a digital money transfer in my face, and slammed the door behind him. I lay on the cold leather sofa, my body broken and my heart completely dead. Why did I have to suffer for their twisted love game? Why was my mother's life just a bargaining chip to them? The despair finally burned away, leaving only a cold, hard instinct for survival. I picked up my phone and dialed his rival, Dr. Martin. "I need you to secure my mother's hospital transfer right now."

+21 Explicit, taboo, and addictive content. You'll regret it. And yet you'll want more. She moaned, even though she knew it was wrong. He squeezed harder, pulled deeper, and she asked for more. In Taboo: Ties & Sins, you are taken down paths where desire tastes like sin, smells like leather, sounds like chains, and weighs like names that shouldn't be in your bed. Here, pleasure is raw, forbidden, hot as red-hot iron. These are stories that mix submission and power, blood and lust, physical and emotional bonds, bodies that recognize each other even when the world says they shouldn't. Brothers. Stepfathers. Teachers. Students. Each story is an indecent invitation, and you will accept it. This collection is not for the faint of heart. It is for those who enjoy a guilty conscience, a scarred body, and a soul on fire.

I never meant to find it. That's what I'll tell myself forever. That Tuesday afternoon, I only wanted to borrow Marcos's laptop to check my email since mine was acting up again. He'd left for the university hours earlier, mentioning something about a faculty meeting. The computer sat on his desk in our home study, screen still illuminated, a small red light blinking beside the trackpad. I touched the keyboard, and the screen came to life. My heart stopped. There, in a messaging app I didn't recognize, were dozens—no, hundreds—of messages between my husband and someone named "A". The most recent ones made my stomach lurch. "Miss you already, Professor.

I smoothed the tablecloth one last time, adjusting the crystal glasses I'd saved for months to buy. Twenty-one candles flickered across my tiny apartment, casting dancing shadows against the walls of what was essentially a glorified closet in the pack house. But tonight, I'd transformed it into something special. Something worthy of an Alpha. Something worthy of Kai. The wolfsbane-seasoned steak sizzled on the serving platter – his favorite. My nose twitched at the pungent aroma, my throat already beginning to constrict from proximity to the herb that most wolves could enjoy but left me with hives and difficulty breathing. A small price to pay for his smile. "Perfect timing," I whispered to myself, glancing at the clock. Nine o'clock.

When her twin sister is falsely accused of murdering the crown prince, Isla Vane makes a desperate bargain with the mysterious Prince of Ruin. In exchange for three tears of genuine grief, he saves her sister from execution. But their agreement draws Isla into a world of ancient curses, dangerous secrets, and powerful Fates. As she uncovers the truth behind a royal conspiracy, she finds herself growing closer to the immortal prince whose broken heart may hold the key to changing destiny forever.