The Phantom Heiress: The Underboss's Obsession
I was 'Nine', the deadliest assassin of The Syndicate. But yesterday, my boss faked my death in an explosion and sent me to New York.
I was ordered to infiltrate the Russo family as their long-lost biological daughter.
But my biological parents didn't want me. They loved the fake daughter they had raised in my place.
My mother called me a feral stray and tried to shove me into a mildewed servant's quarter, while the fake daughter lived in a grand suite.
When the fake daughter cried upon seeing me, my father pointed a finger at my face, yelling at me for disrespecting his precious replacement.
"You are nothing but a crude, uncultured mistake trying to ruin her life!"
They treated me like garbage, trying to assert dominance over a girl they thought was a helpless stray.
But when I cornered my mother and whispered my question, her reaction changed everything.
"If I hadn't been stolen all those years ago, would you have even needed a replacement?"
She didn't cry for the child she lost. Instead, all the color drained from her face, and her eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror.
She knew. Even if she hadn't orchestrated it herself, my mother knew exactly why I was kidnapped eighteen years ago.
They thought they could bully a pathetic orphan. They didn't realize they had just invited a monster into their home.
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Chapter 1
Seraphina POV
The crystal tumbler didn’t just break，it disintegrated.
Three’ was dead.
Out of the nine of us—the "Heirs of the Void" ,only four remained.
As the scent of the spilled liquor rose, it underwent a violent chemical transformation in my mind. Suddenly, I wasn't twenty-four, standing in a high-tech cell on a private island in the Mediterranean.
I was ten years old again, my bare feet sinking into the freezing, oily mud at the edge of La Fossa—the fighting pit.
I could still hear the heavy, rhythmic rattling of the chains suspended from the rusted ceiling.
I could still see ‘Eight’—a boy who had shared his meager bread ration with me only a week prior—suspended by his wrists over the black, freezing water.
"Compassion," Silas had whispered, his voice carrying through the cavernous space like a death sentence, "is the only fatal flaw in a perfect machine. It is the rust that eats the steel."
That was the day Silas carved his ultimate doctrine into my soul.
He had made me pull the lever that dropped Eight into the water. I had watched the ripples vanish into the dark, and I had never felt the warmth of empathy again.
The intercom on my steel wall buzzed, a harsh, crimson light strobing in the corner of my vision. Silas. The Master of the Island. The Architect of our trauma.
When I reached the Sanctum, he slid a thick manila folder across the cold stone surface. It stopped exactly an inch from the edge.
"Your time on the island is over, ‘Nine’," Silas said.
His voice was a dry rasp, devoid of any paternal inflection.
"The curriculum here has yielded all the data it can. You have surpassed the others in stealth, in linguistics, and in the art of the quiet kill. But a weapon must be tested in the field to be truly tempered."
I kept my face a mask of stone, my breathing shallow and controlled. "Inside is your new life. You are no longer a number. You are now Seraphina Russo, the long-lost daughter of Giovanni Russo.
He is a minor boss in the New York Cosa Nostra—a man of significant ambition but limited intellect. He believes his daughter was hidden away in a European convent for her safety after a kidnapping attempt eighteen years ago. "
I felt a cold prickle of suspicion.
Silas leaned forward.
"The board is larger than this island, Seraphina. The Russo family is a gateway. Through them, you will gain access to the Five Families. You will infiltrate. You will bleed into their ranks until you are indistinguishable from the rot. And then, you will wait for my orders."
He reached into a drawer and placed a custom Browning M1910 pistol on top of the file.
"You leave tonight. In absolute secret.
I took the weapon, the cold steel familiar and grounding. "Yes, Don Silas."
I exited the Sanctum, but I didn't head for the hangars. I slipped immediately into the hidden maintenance stairwell behind the elevator bank.I pressed my ear to the cold metal of the ventilation duct.
Inside the office, I heard the heavy thud of a hidden panel sliding open.
"Dante," Silas’s voice echoed, sounding different now—more predatory. "Become her Ombra. Her shadow. Follow her to New York. Do not let her see you unless it is necessary. She is a volatile asset, and the Russo bloodline is thin. If she strays from the mission, if she begins to believe the lie of her own name... kill her."
I held my breath, my heart hammering a slow, steady rhythm against my ribs.
Then, the heavy, measured footsteps of the Butler—Silas’s right hand and the Island's primary disciplinarian—entered the room. "And the remaining heirs, Don Silas? They are already asking about the explosion in Three’s sector."
"Prepare the announcement," Silas mused, his tone dripping with a dark, twisted amusement. "Inform them that ‘Nine’ died tonight in a tragic boat explosion during a transport exercise.
I turned and descended into the darkness of the stairwell, my mind already recalibrating. Seraphina Russo was born tonight.
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9.2
For a thousand years, the city of Crescent Falls has survived beneath the shadow of an ancient savior. Each century, a man is chosen as an offering to Sariyah-the being said to have once driven demons from the world. When Bastion, the man Ember loves, is taken after daring to refuse her, Ember's grief turns into defiance, and she vows to bring him home no matter the cost.
Her search forces her into an uneasy alliance with Orion St. James, a dangerously charming immortal with a violent past and secrets tied to Sariyah herself. Bound together by a magic neither of them wants nor understands, Ember and Orion are drawn into a hidden war beneath the city-one involving cultists, monsters, and an ancient order known as the Watchers.
As Crescent Falls begins to fracture, Ember experiences unsettling visions that hint her bloodline is far more entangled with Sariyah than anyone ever suspected. Strange new powers awaken within her, blurring the line between protector and destroyer, while enemies gather and old loyalties are tested.
With the city on the brink of collapse and unseen forces moving in the shadows, Ember must decide how far she is willing to go to save Bastion-and whether becoming something darker is the only way to stop an evil that has ruled unchallenged for centuries.
Because some thrones are not inherited.
They are taken.
9.0
He drew her before he ever met her.
She dreams of him every night... without knowing who he is.
Nora is a brilliant editor in a prestigious journalism company - confident, successful... and completely unaware of her past. But night after night, she dreams of a mysterious warrior prince in a realm that feels far too real. When Edward, the enigmatic new CEO of her branch, walks into her life, her world starts to unravel. He's the son of the company's owner, and though they've never met, he's been drawing her face for years.
As their connection deepens, strange events begin to blur the line between reality and fantasy. What neither of them knows is that their souls are bound - not just in this life, but in another.
In a parallel world, Leela is a fearless warrior and spy, sworn to protect her people. Jing, the prince of a war-torn kingdom, trusts her with his life... but must never love her. Their bond is dangerous. Forbidden. And yet, undeniable.
Two women. Two men.
Two worlds on the brink of war... and love that defies fate.
When destiny calls across dimensions, will they choose duty - or the one their soul remembers?
7.6
Warning: This book contains a large number of very hot adult scenes!
"Look at the state of you, my little she-wolf," his voice was low and full of menace, like sandpaper scraping across my nerves. "You got this wet just from that?"
Then he pressed a hard kiss to my knuckles.
Fuck!
His rough tongue slid across my slender finger bones, tasting the salty sweat and fear on my skin.
A violent tremor shot through my whole body.
A moan I couldn't suppress slipped from between my lips. "Ah. Sebastian."
I felt my thighs rubbing together on their own, that damn traitorous movement making my pussy clench so tight I nearly came.
Yes, that's it, you desperate little bitch.
I cursed myself in my mind.
He flipped my hand over, his thumb pressing hard-almost punishingly-into the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist.
My pulse pounded there beneath his palm like it was going mad.
"This is beating so hard," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "is it beating for me, Seraphina? Tell me."
Then he took one of my fingers into his damn hot, wet mouth.
Oh God.
His rough tongue swirled, rubbed, scraped along the skin of my finger, warm saliva soaking every inch.
And his eyes never left me-fixing on me like a beast locking onto prey.
He sucked softly at first, then suddenly with force.
That rhythm.
Fuck, he was fucking my finger with his mouth.
"Are you using this to fuck my mouth, Seraphina?"
He let my finger go with a filthy pop, seeing straight through my thoughts.
"Imagine this is my cock. Does it feel good, you filthy little she-wolf?"
My back arched uncontrollably, like the lowest kind of whore silently inviting him.
A broken, shameful whimper escaped my throat.
"Good. so good."
My scent thickened, wild floral heat and lust filling the air, swallowing the last of my reason.
I could feel the terrifying restraint in his body cracking apart.
He wanted to hear me moan his name as I came.
He wanted to bury himself inside my soaked, empty heat until I could feel nothing except his violent thrusts.
He moved to my middle finger, giving it the same obscene, thorough attention.
His tongue circled wickedly at the base, then pushed deep, sucking hard as if tasting the sweetest honey.
Fuck!
My hips jerked upward without control.
My other hand dug into the carpet, knuckles white, vision dissolving in the storm of desire swallowing me whole.
"I need you. to fill my pussy, Sebastian."
--
I grew up as a human in a wolf pack, but ironically, I ended up becoming the mate of the pack's Alpha. I thought I would fit perfectly into the wolves' world-until the day I caught my Alpha mate tangled with another she-wolf in the back seat of a car.
With trembling hands, I tricked him into signing the divorce papers-silently swearing revenge. But they didn't stop. His mother sent thugs to destroy me. His mistress tried to erase me. Even my coworkers wanted to use me.
That night, I nearly lost my life.
Until Alpha Sebastian found me-cold, ruthless, unmatched. He said he didn't need a mate.
But he protected me like a mate. Touched me like a mate. Looked at me like a mate, as if I already belonged to him.
I tried to resist his approach. I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. Wolves would never accept a human mate.
But whenever he came near me, whenever those scorching hands reached for me, I always hungered for him-wanted more-yet I was done with promises.
Until I discovered that my past was not simple at all-and Sebastian had his own reasons for approaching me-
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
7.5
Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.
8.3
Half a month into our cold war, I, Claire Parker, found an abortion procedure slip tucked inside Daniel Carter's suit pocket.
The patient's name belonged to the fragile little childhood sweetheart he had always protected so fiercely-Sophie Bennett.
I folded the paper calmly and slipped it back where I had found it.
Daniel noticed the movement immediately. His eyes flicked toward me through the rearview mirror, resignation coloring his voice.
"What are you overthinking now? Sophie was just keeping a friend company at the hospital. She accidentally left it there."
I turned toward the window and said nothing.
This was Sophie declaring war on me, yet the man who could crush competitors without mercy in the business world believed her completely.
The silence inside the car grew suffocating until Daniel finally stopped outside an upscale jewelry boutique.
He reached over and ruffled my hair with easy familiarity, his tone indulgent and affectionate.
"Come on. Pick out a ring. Your birthday's next month anyway, so we might as well register our marriage too."
I bit down hard on my lip as tears fell soundlessly onto the back of my hand.
What he still didn't know was that I wouldn't live long enough to see next month.