Lost in sin
Juliet Romano was born into privilege and power, until the LaRussos destroyed everything her family built. Overnight, the Romanos fell from grace, left with nothing but debts, shame, and broken pride.
Years later, Juliet swore she'd never forgive them. Never forget.
But fate has a cruel sense of humor.
When Ryan LaRusso, heir to the empire that ruined her father, walks back into her life, all the hate she's clung to begins to blur into something dangerous. He's everything she should despise, arrogant, powerful, untouchable, yet every glance, every argument, pulls her deeper into a forbidden fire neither of them can control.
One night shatters every boundary between them.
And one secret changes everything.
Now Juliet carries the child of the man she was raised to hate.
Ryan will risk his legacy to protect her. His father will destroy them both to keep the LaRusso name pure.
Love and vengeance collide in a world ruled by power, pride, and old sins.
Because some stories aren't written in innocence, they're carved in betrayal, obsession, and the kind of love that demands everything.
When the truth comes out, one question will decide their fate:
Will love be strong enough to survive the sins of their families?
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Chapter 3
Juliet’s POV
The big ballroom at the LaRusso house sparkled with lights from fancy chandeliers.
Rich people in suits and dresses talked and laughed at the charity party. But under it all, old fights simmered. I stood at the edge of the crowd in my green dress that fit my body tight.
I felt the pain of my family's broken past. My dad, Mr. Romano, once had a big company. But Dominic LaRusso ruined it with his mean business ways. Now we lived in the dark.
Once, my family had stood among people like this!!!
My father, Mr. Romano, as they used to call him with respect, had owned a thriving company, built from years of sacrifice and sleepless nights. Until Dominic LaRusso destroyed it. Contracts twisted. Deals stolen. Courts bought. Everything my father had built was stripped away in silence.
And now, here we were, invited guests in the house of the man who broke us.
My fingers curled at my side as I searched the room. Dominic LaRusso stood near the center, calm and untouchable in a dark suit that screamed power. He laughed easily, shaking hands, accepting praise.
The sound cut through me like glass.
Before I could stop him, All of a sudden, my dad rushed into the middle of the room.
“You stole my company. You stole my life!” his voice cracked. “Look at us now. Look at what you did!”
His face was red with anger. 'You thief!' he yelled, pointing at Dominic LaRusso.
Gasps rippled through the guests. Whispers sparked instantly.
Dominic didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even look surprised. He stood there, composed, eyes cold, as security moved in.
“My apologies,” Dominic said calmly. “This man is unwell.”
That was it.
Guards escorted my father away as he shouted one last time, his voice breaking in a way I would never forget.
Shame burned my skin.
I couldn’t breathe. I turned and fled through the side doors, ignoring the stares, the whispers that followed me like shadows. Outside, the garden was quiet, bathed in moonlight. The cool night air filled my lungs, but my heart refused to slow.
I sat on a stone bench. Tears hurt my eyes. Then I heard steps on the gravel. Ryan LaRusso came out of the dark. His Jet black hair was messy. His strong jaw looked worried. He was 29, the son who would take over his dad's business.
He had wide shoulders and eyes that saw right into me. 'Juliet,' he said quiet, sitting next to me. 'That was bad. I'm sorry.'
I wiped my face. Anger came up. 'Your dad broke mine. And now this? My family is a joke because of him.'
Ryan touched my arm. It sent a spark I didn't want. 'It's not that easy. Our dads' fight isn't ours.' We talked, our pain matching.
Then he held my face. His thumb touched my lip. 'I like you, Juliet. More than I should.' The air got heavy. I leaned in even though I knew better. Our lips met in a slow kiss that started something wrong.
His mouth took mine harder. Our tongues touched. But I pulled away, out of breath. 'We can't.' He nodded, his eyes dark. We went our ways into the night.
The next morning, sun came into my apartment. But I didn't sleep. The kiss stayed in my mind, soft at first, then strong. Ryan's hands on my waist felt good.
Guilt hurt my stomach as I got ready for work at the marketing place. It was safe ground where I looked at buying patterns, away from family mess.
By noon, I couldn't focus. Then Ryan showed up at my door with two coffees.
'Truce?' he said with a smile that made me weak. I took the cup. Our fingers stayed close. 'What are you doing here?'
'Talking to you,' he said, leaning on my desk. We talked about work numbers and looks we stole. His knee touched mine under the table. Small touches grew, his hand on my back when he showed a chart. My breath stopped when his fingers brushed my leg. By the end of the day, the office was empty. We were alone in the low light. 'This pull between us,' he said low, 'it's too much.' I looked at him. My heart beat fast. 'For me too.'
Over the next weeks, things got wild. We fought hot in meetings, then joked in the elevator.
Secret messages came on my phone at night. One night, rain hit the city hard.
We stayed late on a new buying plan. The room felt full of want we didn't say. Ryan put down the papers. His voice was deep. 'Juliet, I feel it strong. I can't stop it.' My heart raced. I walked to him and kissed him hard. My hands grabbed his shirt.
He made a sound and pulled me on his lap in the chair. His hard dick pressed against me through our clothes.
'Fuck, Juliet,' he said rough. His hands moved over me. He pulled up my skirt to show my lace panties. I moved on him, moaning as he ripped the panties away.
His two fingers went into my wet pussy. I gasped and rode his hand. But he wasn't soft.
'You want it rough? I'll do it.' He turned me and bent me over the desk. Papers fell. His belt opened. Pants down. He took out his thick cock. It had veins and the tip leaked.
He pushed into me from behind hard. It stretched me tight. I cried out. Hurt mixed with good as he held my hips tight, maybe leaving marks.
He hit me fast. 'Take it,' he said with each slap of his balls on my ass. The sound filled the empty office. I pushed back. My nails scratched the desk. My breasts came out of my blouse as he reached to twist my nipples hard.
Sweat covered us. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to bite my neck. He left a mark. 'You're mine now. No matter what our families think.'
He turned me on my back. Spread my legs wide. Put them over his shoulders.
His cock went deeper, hitting the end with every hard push. My wet covered him. I scratched his back. My legs shook as I got close.
'Harder, Ryan, fuck me harder!' He did it like a wild thing. His thumb rubbed my clit until I broke. My pussy squeezed him in shakes. He kept going for his own. Then he went all the way in and came. Hot cum filled me deep. No safe stuff. No pull out. We fell down, breathing hard. His seed came out of me as we came back to real life.
After, we got dressed quiet. But the heat between us grew even more.
Weeks went by. Our wrong love got deeper in the mess, nights we took fast, quiet words in dark spots.
I worked hard to forget the shame. But I felt tired all the time, Mornings I got sick, throwing up over the sink. My hands shook in talks. Sleep pulled me down.
Worst, my period didn't come. It always did on time. One missed, then two...
And whatever this was, it felt like a dream.
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8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
7.8
I was Grayson Warren’s "broken doll," a disgraced socialite kept on a short leash to pay off my family’s debts. To the world, I was a fragile liability; to Grayson, I was a pet he could humiliate for sport, forcing me to play the role of a mentally unstable girl while I secretly gathered evidence against his empire.
The cruelty peaked when Grayson forced me to break three years of sobriety in front of his investors, mocking my struggle before making me kneel on a golf course to scrub his shoes. He treated my life like a game, literally betting my sanity against a corporate board seat while he soft-launched a new relationship with a high-profile PR queen.
When the pressure triggered a massive panic attack, Grayson abandoned me in a private clinic just so he wouldn't miss a dinner reservation. Even my own mother turned against me, threatening to leak my psychiatric records and brand me a "violent delusional" if I didn't beg for Grayson’s forgiveness. I was trapped between a man who owned my debt and a mother who valued her estate over my daughter’s life.
I realized then that they would never let me go; they would only break me until there was nothing left. They thought they had erased my soul, but they forgot I was the only witness to the night my true love, Felix, was murdered. I was done being the victim.
I faked a suicide jump off the Queensboro Bridge to go off the grid, then crashed Grayson’s elite gala in a dress that signaled his downfall. Just as Grayson tried to physically crush me one last time, the room went silent. Felix Law, the man the world thought was dead for three years, walked out of the shadows with a federal warrant in his hand.
"Take your hands off her, Warren."
The game didn't just change; it ended. Felix was back from the dead, and this time, we were burning the empire to the ground together.
7.9
June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother.
But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins.
Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding.
"I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter."
Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead.
From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard.
Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave?
When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy.
But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity.
Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.
7.2
Blurb:
They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
9.3
Innocent Silesia
9.3
No!" My voice rang loudly. "Like I said, this is the first time I've even been in this city."
"Ah, I see..." His voice shifted. "I was going to give you a different punishment. But since you claim you haven't slept with me..." He leaned forward, his smile cruel. "Why not refresh your memory?"
When Matteo's empire is shaken by betrayal, a stolen jewel, a night of seduction turned deception, his wrath is swift. He vows to hunt down the thief who dared to cross him. But fate delivers him the wrong girl.
Silesia Elton is twenty-three, an orphan from the quiet seaside town of Averna. She comes to Bellmere chasing nothing more than a job, a chance, a future. Instead, she is mistaken for the thief who stole from the king. Kidnapped, accused, and punished, her innocence is shattered in a single night of cruelty.
By the time Matteo realizes the truth, it's too late. Silesia is gone, leaving behind nothing but tears and the echo of words he has never heard before: "I don't want your money."
But Matteo cannot forget her. Dreams of her innocence haunt him, stirring something he has never known, remorse. Guilt sharpens into obsession, and soon the man who swore never to chase anyone finds himself searching for the girl who slipped through his fingers.
Meanwhile, Silesia struggles to survive in a city that devours the weak. Betrayed by the law, cast out by kindness, she is forced into the shadows, where every hand that offers help demands a piece of her soul. Yet even as she runs from the man who ruined her life, fate drives her back into his world.
Caught between the two is Matias Loki, Matteo's twin, a man who hides warmth behind ambition and whose gentle eyes see in Silesia the light his brother cannot hold. But desire between brothers is dangerous, and Silesia becomes the spark that threatens to burn the empire down.