Our Entwined-Fate
Aria had always been a driven, ambitious woman. As a rising star in the tech industry, she had no time for games or drama. Her relationship with Ethan, her longtime boyfriend, had been convenient but lackluster. That is, until the fateful night she caught him in bed with her childhood best friend, Jasmin.
Heartbroken and enraged, Aria confronted them both, demanding answers and explanations. Mark tried to manipulate her, but Aria was done listening. In a fit of anger and despair, she left with no destination in mind and ended up in a hotel bar, drowning her sorrows in an expensive whiskey. It was there that she first encountered Luca kings, a dangerous and handsome mafia boss.
But Aria's new life took a shocking turn when Luca revealed a dark secret: Her father, a powerful corporate executive, had been responsible for the death of Luca's mother. It was a brutal murder years ago, covered up by Aria's influential family.
Luca vowed revenge, and Aria found herself caught in the middle. She was torn between her loyalty to her family and the undeniable attraction she felt towards Luca. As the tension mounted, Aria knew that she would have to make a choice - one that would change the course of her life forever.
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Chapter 5
Aria POV
By noon I already hated everyone.
My inbox looked like it had multiplied overnight, tasks stacked on tasks with red markers and passive aggressive comments from people who pretended collaboration was a personality trait. I stared at my screen, fingers flying across the keyboard as lines of code blurred together.
This was why I preferred machines. They did not gossip. They did not cc HR for sport. They either worked or they did not.
“Aria,” a voice said over the partition. “Did you see the update from management”
I did not look up. “Which one. There are twelve.”
“The one about restructuring deadlines.”
“Tell them restructuring does not magically create time,” I said. “And if they want miracles they should hire a priest.”
A pause. Then a quiet retreat.
I exhaled and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. My phone buzzed with a message from HR again. I ignored it. If I did not, I would say something that would get me fired before my first official week even ended.
By the time evening came, my shoulders ached and my patience was gone. I shut down my system, grabbed my bag, and left before anyone could ask me for one more thing.
I did not want to go home yet. The apartment still felt contaminated by memory. So I went somewhere neutral. A small upscale restaurant not far from the office. Quiet. Clean. Predictable.
I ordered pasta and a glass of wine. One glass. I was not repeating mistakes.
Halfway through my meal, just as my shoulders finally relaxed, the door opened.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. Aria, the ever-vigilant girlfriend." She smirked, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"I'm surprised to see you out and about, considering the scandalous scene we left you with."
Ethan shifted uncomfortably beside her, his eyes darting between me and Jasmin. "Jasmin, please, now is not the time for this," he muttered under his breath.
But Jasmin was already stepping closer to me, her blue eyes gleaming with malice.
"Come on, Aria, you can't tell me you didn't see this coming. I mean, a girl like you, all prim and proper, while Ethan and I, well, we have a certain...chemistry."
My hands clenched into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. I could feel the anger rising inside me, hot and dangerous. How dare Jasmin throw her betrayal in my face like this?
"You have some nerve," i spat, my voice shaking with barely contained fury. "You were supposed to be my best friend, Jasmin. And you..."I turned my gaze to Ethan."
You were supposed to love me. And yet here you are, flaunting your affair in front of me like it means nothing."
Jasmine had the audacity to look amused, her red lips curling into a cruel smile.
"Oh, Aria, always so dramatic. It's just sex. It doesn't mean anything."
"Like hell it doesn't," I snarled. I took a step forward, my eyes blazing with determination. "You may have taken my boyfriend and my best friend, but you will never take my dignity. I'm done with both of you. Consider this your final warning - stay the fuck away from me, or face the consequences."
As I turned to leave I saw him, he walked in like the room had been waiting for him.
Luca.
Dark suit. Calm stride. His friend beside him laughing about something that died the moment Luca’s gaze landed on me.
His eyes sharpened. Focused.
He did not rush. He did not frown. He simply came closer.
And somehow that was worse.
Luca POV
I only wanted food.
That was the plan. Simple. No meetings. No politics. Just a restaurant and silence.
Darius was mid sentence about how my chef had betrayed me by taking a day off when I saw her.
Aria stood near a table, shoulders squared, chin lifted in defiance. Two people hovered in front of her. One man smirking. One woman posturing.
I did not need context. I understood body language well enough.
“That looks unpleasant,” Darius said lightly.
“Yes,” I replied. “It does.”
I walked toward them without thinking. Not fast. Not slow. Measured.
Aria noticed me then. Her eyes widened just slightly before something unreadable crossed her face.
Relief maybe.
I stopped beside her, close enough that my arm brushed hers. I did not touch. I did not need to.
“Is there a problem,” I asked calmly.
Jasmin looked me up and down, interest flaring immediately. “No problem at all. Just catching up.”
I glanced at Aria. “Are you alright”
She nodded once. “I was about to leave.”
“No,” I said quietly. “You are finishing your meal.”
The authority in my voice surprised even me.
Ethan scoffed. “And who are you supposed to be”
I looked at him then. Really looked.
“I am the man she is with,” I said.
Aria inhaled sharply.
Jasmin froze.
Darius smiled behind me.
Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Since when”
“Since now,” I replied. “And you are interrupting dinner.”
I placed my hand lightly at the small of Aria’s back. Protective. Possessive without being crude.
“Come,” I said to her. “Sit.”
She hesitated for half a second, then obeyed.
That did something to me.
Jasmin recovered quickly, flipping her hair. “I did not realize you had such taste.”
I smiled thinly. “My taste is excellent.”
She flushed.
Ethan looked furious now. “You think you can just walk in and take over”
“I do not think,” I said calmly. “I do.”
I pulled out a chair for Aria and waited until she sat before taking my own. Darius followed suit, still silent but alert.
“Enjoy your evening,” I added to them. “Somewhere else.”
For a moment I thought Ethan might argue.
Then Jasmin leaned close to him and whispered, eyes never leaving me.
“That is Luca King,” she said softly. “Do you know who he is”
Ethan stiffened.
Her voice trembled with awe. “He owns half this city.”
They left without another word.
I turned back to Aria. “Are you okay”
She nodded, eyes bright. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Good,” I said. “Eat.”
Aria POV
My hands shook slightly as I picked up my fork.
“Luca,” I said quietly. “You did not have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he replied.
The way he looked at me made my stomach flip. Not hungry. Not drunk. Just aware.
After dinner, he walked me outside. The night air was cool, grounding.
“My car is here,” he said. “I will take you home.”
I hesitated. Then nodded.
As we drove, I caught my reflection in the window. I looked different. Stronger. Wanted.
And for the first time since everything broke, I smiled.
Whatever this was, it was not over.
Not even close.
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7.5
The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle.
He looked like a man who'd never heard the word 'no' in all his life. Unluckily for him, 'no' was the only word she had.
"There's no reason why I should stay," Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. "I'm not marrying you."
His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further.
"But you haven't heard my proposal yet," he said mildly. "Isn't that why you're here?"
"I don't need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no."
"Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven't, in fact, heard me out.... Anna."
8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
9.4
Michael Carter is an undercover FBI agent on a mission to take down ruthless mafia king Fernando Ramírez-the man he believes killed his sister. But getting close to Fernando means playing a dangerous game, one where seduction and power blur the lines between enemy and lover.
When Michael uncovers a shocking truth, his thirst for revenge turns into a fight for something far more dangerous-his own heart. Now, torn between duty and desire, he must decide: destroy the man he swore to take down or surrender to the one thing he never saw coming.
Love has never been more lethal.
9.7
Blurb: She signed the divorce papers. He never signed away his obsession.
Veronica Stanford was the perfect wife-devoted, patient, and hopelessly in love. But when her billionaire husband, Jason Harper, trades her in for her treacherous best friend, Rhea, Veronica's world shatters. Broken and betrayed, she drowns her sorrows in a bar, only to be saved by a dangerously alluring stranger with emerald-green eyes and a lethal reputation: Monte "Four" Zagcanni, the ruthless heir to a mafia empire.
Four is everything Jason isn't-dark, dangerous, and devastatingly protective. When Veronica discovers she's pregnant with Jason's child, she strikes a deal with Four: a fake marriage to shield her from scandal. But what starts as a cold arrangement ignites into a passion neither can resist.
Jason, realizing his mistake too late, wants Veronica back-along with the son he never knew existed. But Four isn't a man who surrenders what's his. And Veronica? She's done being the meek wife.
Betrayal runs deep. Revenge burns hotter.
As secrets unravel-her father's bloody past, Rhea's twisted obsession, and Jason's deadly lies-Veronica must decide: trust the man who destroyed her once, or surrender to the devil who might destroy her forever.
One wants her back. The other wants her forever.
9.0
Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise.
Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly.
Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder.
But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words.
Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then."
She turned to leave.
"Hey!" Jordan bellowed.
She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry?
"You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?"
Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?"
"So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh.
"No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again."
Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?".
Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to".
Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic.
Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge.
As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin's crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles's gentle affection and Jordan's intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming.
As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.
8.3
I stood before the altar of the grand gothic cathedral, about to marry Julian Moretti, the grieving adopted son stepping up for the comatose Don.
To the hundreds of mafia men behind us, it was a dutiful wedding. But I knew the horrifying truth.
Julian and his pregnant mistress, Clara, had orchestrated a brutal plot to steal my dowry and secure his place as the next Don.
In my past life, I was completely blind to their betrayal. Julian trapped me in our apartment and set it ablaze.
I could still feel the blistering heat of the fire. I could still hear my mother’s agonizing screams and my little brother Antonio’s desperate coughing as the smoke filled our lungs.
My entire family was burned alive just so Julian could swap the brides and put his whore in my place.
I died in pure agony, filled with hatred and despair, wondering why I had trusted a monster.
God hadn't saved me from those flames. The Devil had.
And he sent me back to this exact moment at the altar.
"Do you, Isabella Rossi, take Julian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked.
Julian reached for my hand with a sickeningly gentle smile.
I didn't give it to him. I tore back my lace veil and turned to face the crowd.
"You are mistaken, Father," I said, my voice like ice. "The man I am bound to marry is your Don. Damien Moretti."