Reborn Heiress: Claimed By The Dark Don

I spent three years hating Damien Castillo, the ruthless mafia Don who kidnapped me from my engagement party and ruined my reputation. But in the end, it was my perfect fiancé, Julian, and my sweet half-sister, Sophia, who slipped the deadly poison into my wine. As the venom burned through my veins in that freezing cellar, I watched Julian smile. He and Sophia had orchestrated my brutal death. She had been sleeping in his bed all along, intentionally miscarrying his bastard child just to frame me as 'impure' and strip me of my family's protection. My own father used me as a political pawn, letting them throw me away like garbage. And Damien? The monster I had fought and despised for years marched straight into a suicide ambush for me. He was riddled with bullets, turning his body into a human shield just to buy me a few more seconds of life. "Touch her and you die." I died in that blood-soaked basement, clutching his lifeless body, suffocating on my own blind trust. Why did I ever believe the golden boy who betrayed me? Why did I fight the only man who truly loved me? Opening my eyes again, the stench of copper and mold was gone, replaced by the scent of Cuban cigars and black silk. I was back in 1928, on the exact night Damien stormed my engagement party and locked me in his penthouse. This time, when the ruthless Don approached me, I didn't scream or run back to my killers. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

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Isabella POV

The roar of the Tommy guns still echoed in my skull. The damp, freezing air of the speakeasy cellar was suffocating, thick with the stench of cheap whiskey and copper. Damien’s blood was everywhere—soaking my hands, pooling on the unforgiving cement beneath us. He had used his own massive body as a shield, taking the bullets meant for me.

My father, Arthur. My sweet, venomous sister, Sophia. They had poisoned me, offering me up as a weakened bait for the Barron family’s trap. And Damien, the ruthless Underboss of the Castillo family, the man I had hated for ruining my life, had driven his armored Cadillac straight into hell to pull me out. He died in my arms. And as the poison finally stopped my own heart, I realized the terrifying truth: I had loved the wrong man, and the devil himself had loved me.

I gasped, my eyes snapping open.

There was no cold cement. No blood. Only the soft, suffocating embrace of deep crimson silk sheets. The scent of expensive whiskey and a faint, masculine cologne replaced the smell of death. A fire crackled in the hearth of a sprawling, dimly lit room.

The penthouse at The Castillo Grand.

I turned my head, my breath catching in my throat. He was standing at the foot of the massive four-poster bed. Damien Castillo. The Demon.

He was alive. He wasn't riddled with bullets; his broad, muscular chest rose and fell steadily beneath his unbuttoned dress shirt. His face, a cruel masterpiece carved from marble, was set in a hard line. His deep blue eyes—like the darkest depths of the Sicilian sea—watched me with a chilling, predatory stillness.

It was March 7, 1925. The night of my engagement party. The night he had publicly ripped me away from Julian Barron and dragged me into his fortress to claim me.

A sob tore from my throat. I didn't care about the past life's hatred. I didn't care that he had just taken my innocence by force hours ago. He was breathing. I scrambled across the mattress, ignoring the ache in my body, and threw myself at him. My hands framed his face, and I crashed my lips against his. It was a desperate, messy kiss, pouring all my grief, my regret, and my sudden, overwhelming relief into him.

For a fraction of a second, his body went rigid. Then, a large, calloused hand clamped around my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin with bruising force. He tore me away, his grip holding my face inches from his.

"Don't play games with me, principessa," he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated against my chest.

The absolute zero in his eyes made me shiver. Of course. To him, I was still the caged bird who loved Julian Barron. To him, this sudden submission was a calculated ploy, a desperate woman's trick to lower his guard so I could escape. He didn't know about the warehouse. He didn't know about the betrayal.

"Damien, please—" I choked out, tears blurring my vision.

"You think a sweet kiss will make me open the door?" he mocked, his thumb pressing harshly against my lower lip, silencing me. "You think I am a fool? You belong to me now. Not Barron. Me."

He didn't give me a chance to explain. His mouth crashed down on mine, not with the desperate relief I had offered, but with the punishing, absolute authority of a man enforcing his claim. He pushed me back into the silk pillows, his heavy frame trapping me completely. My mind was a chaotic storm of two lifetimes colliding, and my physical body, already exhausted from the trauma of the abduction, simply couldn't bear the weight of it all.

As his cold, possessive kisses trailed down my neck, marking me as his territory, the edges of my vision blurred, and I let the darkness pull me under.

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Action Fantasy Werewolf

9.2

Bought By The Beast

9.2

When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha, he's something far more dangerous. Caspian Valdyr is a lycan king with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body, he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever. But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide: return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his. In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom. But freedom comes with a price, and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity. One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything. A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, and absolutely no holding back.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.2

Burned by his lies

7.2

BLURB Zara Winterborn believed that marrying Adrian Leighhton was a dream come true and the best thing that had ever happened to her broken childhood. Instead, it tied her to a man whose love hid a dark truth that burned her to ashes. She overhears a phone call on their honeymoon that shatters her whole world. The love of her life is already married. Feeling betrayed and desperate after learning she's pregnant, she makes some unthinkable decisions. She fakes an abortion, fakes a miscarriage, and disappears from her old life. Five years later, she returns as a renowned architect. Not as Zara but Aria Sterling with a secret daughter. Adrian sees her at a gala and his regret transforms into obsession as he hires investigators to dig deeper. He will tear everything down, even his empire and his blood just to win her forgiveness again. But Adrian isn't the only one who becomes obsessed with her. Even Damien, the stranger who helped her disappear to punish her, has his own plans and wants to use Zara as a weapon for revenge. As secrets of stolen embryos, hidden mothers, children, unknown siblings, and bloodlines twisted by lies, come to light, Zara must choose. Does she stick with Damien and destroy Adrian forever or does she forgive Adrian and let him into their lives? She vanished before. Can she disappear again when things get tough?

Action Mystery Romance

9.6

Mistress of Seduction: Titterington Empire

9.6

In the Titterington Empire, a high-stakes world of wealth and danger, a woman navigates a complex web of power and desire. As a master of seduction, she uses her wit and charm to influence the elite, but her mission becomes complicated when billionaire interests and violent threats converge. Amidst a landscape of luxury and peril, she must balance her romantic entanglements with the harsh realities of a cutthroat corporate and criminal underworld to survive.

Action Billionaire Romance

8.2

The Alpha Who Lost the Moon

8.2

She was rejected before hundreds, her bond twisted into agony, her worth declared worthless. Nyra Vale fled into forbidden lands, and the world believed she died. But the Moon had other plans. Five years later, she returns as the Moonshadow, powerful, untouchable, and carrying the stolen legacy of every sacrificed omega. Kael Draven, the alpha who destroyed her, now rules with iron control, burying his regret beneath duty. Their corrupted bond still burns between them, violent and unbreakable, dragging them into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and proximity that neither can escape. As ancient prophecies unravel and a ruthless enemy moves to claim her as a weapon, Nyra must choose: become the monster the world expects, or rewrite fate itself. Kael will sacrifice everything to stand beside her, but after five years of surviving alone, can she trust the man who once chose tradition over her heart? When the blood moon rises, will love be enough to break a curse forged in sacrifice, or will history repeat itself in blood and ash?

Action Romance Werewolf

8.5

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

8.5

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

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