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My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret

Gianna Toricelli has spent her whole life surviving. Surviving a father who taught her what fear looked like. Surviving a home where love always came with conditions. Surviving the kind of wounds that never leave scars anyone else can see. Trust isn't something she gives. It's something she buried a long time ago. Then her mother marries into the Capone family. Overnight, Gianna finds herself trapped inside an empire where power is inherited, secrets are currency, and every man is more dangerous than the last. None more than Raphael Capone. The brilliant mind behind the Capone empire. A man who can predict everyone... Except her. Raphael was never supposed to become her weakness. He was supposed to remain a mistake. A secret hidden behind locked doors. A line neither of them could afford to cross. But stolen nights become impossible to forget, hatred blurs into obsession, and every lie they tell pulls them further into a relationship that could destroy them both. Because some secrets are worth killing for. And theirs is sleeping in the bedroom across the hall.

Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done

Like many women who refuse to give up until they hit a dead end, Winter Scott once tried to make a man like Chris Xander fall in love with her. But after three years of marriage, they were nothing more than strangers. When she was brutally attacked and her life was hanging by a thread, Chris wasn’t with her. He was by the side of his former love. Winter forced herself to let go. Yet the powerful man she thought she had left behind refused to disappear from her life. Step by step, he closed in on her, cutting off any chance of a new romance in her life and blocking every path of retreat. “You’re the one who insisted on marrying me back then,” he said coldly. “As long as I don’t agree to a divorce, you’ll never be free of me.” Winter looked at him coldly. “Sorry, Mr. Xander. Game over. This marriage ends when I say it ends.”

Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother

“You are my stepbrother,” Viola whispered, her back pressing against the locked mahogany door. “Stepbrother.” The word left Sebastian’s lips like a curse. His shadow swallowed the room, caging her against the wood. He caught her chin, forcing her violet eyes to meet the ruthless amber of his. “A piece of paper doesn’t make us family, Dulzura,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. “It just makes you mine.” ************************************* Sebastian Cain Hierro doesn’t do romance. There are no gentle promises, no soft apologies, and absolutely no love games. A man bred in the violence of the cartel only understands one language: absolute, brutal control. For Viola, being dragged into his dark orbit is a terrifying awakening. She is a girl who only ever wanted to be cherished, suddenly trapped in a forbidden reality with a stepbrother who demands her complete surrender. Every touch behind closed doors is a sin. Every whisper is a command. Surviving him means playing by his twisted rules. She can have his protection, his heavy gaze, and his suffocating obsession—but he has made it dangerously clear that she can never, ever have his heart. But a girl like Viola doesn't know how to give her body without giving her soul. And when she inevitably pours all her desperate, unspoken love into a monster who is completely incapable of loving her back... where is her shattered heart supposed to go? *** Follow me on Instagram: @authorpria for exclusive teasers, sneak peeks, and book updates.

Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins

Five years ago, I left my husband a note. Three sentences. A returned bracelet. A door closing softly at 4am. He told me to get rid of our baby. I got rid of him instead. Now he’s sitting across my boardroom table in the city I built for myself, looking for the woman he married. She’s gone. What’s left is stronger.

The Wife He Threw Away

Claire’s world shatters overnight when her husband’s ex _ the glamorous actress, Eva Sterling _ returns. Her husband’s affair explodes in the public and a scandal exposes her supposed infertility to the world. Humiliated, betrayed, and abandoned by her husband, Lucian, Claire discovers the truth: Eva forged the reports and faked a pregnancy to destroy her marriage. But when Claire returns, not as the quiet housewife, but as a brilliant attorney in the courtroom, Lucian is the one begging. Fate has other plans and their love story is far from over.

Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna

He took away my choice of being marked. “I hate you.” I spit. “You think I want this?” He snickers. “Being mated to you is my worst nightmare come alive, but if you dare run from me? Make sure you can hide well because I will hunt you down, Mate.” ♡ I came back for one day. One stupid day to appease my father but now I’m trapped for life by a bond I never asked for. Alpha Kingston has a girlfriend, she's the Luna he and his pack desire not me. I was once his Bestfriend, the girl he would burn the world for but now I'm the one he’d burn to save her. Everyone says I'm the villian, but every villian has a story right? One they never tried to hear. I don't belong here, not anymore. Mooncrest has done nothing but break me, I want to leave but I'm the Alpha’s mate, and he promises to catch me if I run. Staying in Mooncrest brings back feelings I didn't know I had. Can King and I be as we were before or did I lose him forever without an explanation?

kidnapped by the mafia

Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant . Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life. One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni. "I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes. "I want her." I said. "What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me. "Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare. "Okay."

Tied to the mafia man 3 : Mia

Mia Vitiello, the princess of the mafia don Luca Vitiello and a famous pediatrician. She would never have thought that she would be kidnapped just an hour before her marriage and would be saved by the man she hates. She was supposed to marry Alessandro, the Russian mafia don. But fate has other plans for this sweet and hot mafia princess. Alesso ditches her on the Altar to be kidnapped by his enemies. Reed Carter, who is known as the King of Darkness, and whom Mia hates, is the man who would come to her rescue. The incidents during her captivity disturb her deeply. What will Reed do to make the mafia princess fall in love with a heartless man like him? Will he be able to love her back? ....... "Mia? Are you alright?" he asked her, trying to ignore the fact thaf she is only wearing a shirt, his shirt. Mia walked inside the room and closed the door after her. "I couldn't sleep" she confessed softly. Reed patted the place on the bed beside him. She crawled onto the bed and he tucked her under the blankets beside him. She rested her head on his chest and he pulled her closer to him, inhaling her sweet feminine scent. "You are not supposed to come here at this hour" he reminded her. Mia laughed at his remark. "We have been doing this for over a month now" she reminded him. Reed sighed heavily. "That was different" he said quietly. She knows she is to marry Alesso soon. She was ready to marry him before all of this happened. But now, she is questioning everything. "Is it so wrong to sleep another night with you?" She asked. ......... What happens if Alessandro comes back to claim his fiancee?

CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

The Abused Daughter is a Mafia Princess

Her boyfriend slept with her sister. Her family turned their back on her. And her mother's company, which she had been fighting for, was slipping out of her hands. Just when Alina thought her life couldn't flip further, she discovered that she is the sole hier of the most powerful crime organization of America. Now she has money, power and an entire empire to rule. But there is one problem. To inherit the empire, she had to marry the heir of the rival gang. Roman Carusso. Cold. Ruthless. And dangerously obsessed with her. It was only supposed to be an arranged marriage, a business transaction without any emotions. But the deeper she gets into the life she was born to inherit, the harder it becomes to resist him. And she has no idea which will be harder: becoming a Mafia princess, or falling for the man she was never supposed to associate with.

Animal Instinct 2

Ariana Lombardo was in hiding with her captors, but that all changed when the news came that her husband had awoken from his nearly 6 month coma. They were captured by a special task force that forced them into making a deal to help take down the entire mafia organization. Ariana was once again reunited with her husband, but this time with a mission. Diego was one step behind her, and everything went terribly wrong.

Becoming my Enemy's Bride

Velina Merrano has spent her entire life trying to earn a place in a family that never truly wanted her. As the youngest child of the powerful Don Russello Merrano, she was raised inside a world of power, loyalty, and violence. But while her brothers were trusted and her sister adored, Velina was always treated like an outsider. No matter how much she sacrificed, it was never enough. Then one night, everything falls apart. Framed by her own sister for setting fire to a Merrano warehouse, Velina is dragged before her family and condemned without a chance to defend herself. Just as her father prepares to punish her in the most brutal way possible, gunfire erupts inside the mansion. Their enemies have arrived. At the centre of it all stands Don Luciano Diomani, the ruthless leader of a rival syndicate and one of the most feared men in the Underground. Cold, powerful, and dangerously perceptive, Before he is about to execute the entire Merrano family, they offer Luciano something he can not refuse. Velina... and she becomes the bargaining price to keep her family alive, to which Luciano happily accepts. Now forced into a marriage with the enemy, Velina is pulled into a dangerous game of power, secrets, and betrayal. Because the man who now claims her as his wife may be the only one who knows the truth about who she really is... And the family that raised her may have stolen far more than her childhood...

Falling For Blake

One kiss with the bad boy was all it took for both of them to fall for eachother. When Lydia Hayes, Worthington's sweetheart joins a party and better yet gets to kiss her frenemy, Blake Parker, unwanted feelings start blooming in both their hearts. Sparks fly and happiness engulfs them with an astonishing amount of drama.

Falling for My Best Friend's Brother

Avery Nash had two lives and one rule. Keep them completely separate. By day she was the captain of the Crestwood University cheer squad and a Business Management student holding onto her scholarship by her fingernails. By night she was Scarlett, masked and wigged and untouchable, dancing at Velvet Underground to cover the gap between what her scholarship paid and what her mother's deadbeat boyfriend kept taking from them. On the night her boyfriend cheated on her with her biggest rival, Avery made one reckless decision. She followed a brooding stranger back to his motel room and gave him the one thing she had been saving. Her virginity. "Take off the mask. I want to see you." He had said. "A little mystery never hurt anyone, did it?" she replied. She slipped out before dawn, telling herself she would never see him again. Then she rang her best friend, Jade's doorbell and he answered the door. Liam Harrington was Jade's new stepbrother, who she hated, the transfer quarterback every girl on campus was already talking about, and the boy sitting three seats away from her in every Business Management lecture. He was also the only person in the world who knew what Avery felt like without her armour on. He just did not know her real face. Now Avery was living three lives at once. The captain, the stripper, and the girl quietly falling for the one man she was absolutely forbidden to want. And the secret that started as one reckless birthday night was growing into something big enough to burn everything she had built.

My Sister's Boyfriend: A Bully Romance

Mia Fernwood doesn't think her life can possibly get any worse, but she's proved wrong when the boy bullying her at school turns out to be her new step-sister's boyfriend. Ryan is everything Mia hates. A mindless jock who is the most popular good looking boy in school- and he knows it. But when Mia finds out a secret Ryan has been hiding from everyone, she realises there is more to him than she thought. Can hate really turn to love?

The Rockstar and the Quaterback

It all started with a forbidden kiss and a dare. Savannah knows that she has no business being in love with her brother's best friend, superstar college quarterback Nolan Charlestone. So when he kisses her unexpectedly one night at a party, she doesn't know what to believe. Especially when a cute but kind of annoying British rockstar moves into her apartment.

The Rugby Captain's Knows My Secret

The Rugby Captain Knows My Secret Getting into Blackridge Sports Academy meant giving up my identity. To chase the future I'd always dreamed of, I disguised myself as a boy and earned a place at the country's most prestigious all-male sports school. My plan was simple: keep my head down, play hard, and never let anyone discover the truth. Then Cassian Vale happened. The ruthless rugby captain caught me in the one moment I couldn't hide who I was. Now he knows my secret—and instead of exposing me, he's keeping it. But secrets come with a price. The closer we become, the harder it is to pretend we're just teammates. If the truth gets out, I'll lose everything I've fought for. And if I fall for the one person who can destroy my life with a single word, I'll lose my heart too.

Puck me. I’m yours

He was supposed to be a one-night mistake. Liam Carter is the captain of the hockey team. Untouchable. Arrogant. The kind of guy who never loses…on or off the ice. I was just the girl who got cheated on by her boyfriend and her best friend. One reckless night changed everything. Now a photo of us is circulating, and the rumors are threatening his career and my sanity. So he makes me a deal: fake date me until the season ends, and I'll make sure your ex regrets ever leaving you. I said yes. Big mistake. Because every fake date feels real. Every stolen kiss leaves me breathless. And every time he looks at me like I'm the only girl on the ice, I forget this was supposed to be a game. But when my ex comes crawling back, begging for a second chance, and Liam's dark secrets start clawing their way to the surface, I realize the biggest danger isn't falling for the captain. It's finding out he might have been playing me all along.

They Gave My Room to Their Chosen Daughter

The day we moved into our new house and my adopted sister took my bedroom, I decided to leave. That morning, Mom posted the floor plan in our family group chat. There were three bedrooms. One for my parents. One for my older brother. And the largest, sunniest room was labeled Sophie’s Room. My name was nowhere on the plan. Ten years earlier, Sophie’s father had drowned while trying to save my brother. Since then, my family had treated every sacrifice as something I owed her. When I asked where I was supposed to sleep, Mom barely hesitated. “You’ll leave for graduate school soon. Giving you a bedroom would be a waste.” Then she turned back to Sophie and helped her choose pink curtains. My brother carried in her new furniture. My boyfriend of three years built her bookshelf. I sat on a moving box and finally understood. They had not forgotten me. They had decided that Sophie deserved my room, my family, and even the man who was supposed to love me. Since they had already decided there was no place for me in this family, I decided to leave them exactly what they wanted. I opened the classified research contract on my phone and signed it. Ten years. No visits home. In ten days, I would disappear from their lives for good.

When It All Fell Apart

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

Digging up My Bones

My husband finally thinks about me three years after my death. The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another bone marrow transplant. He comes to my place, wanting to make me sign a donor agreement. However, he finds that the place has long been vacated. He asks a neighbor about it. "Are you talking about Kristen? She's long dead! I heard it was because someone dragged her away for a bone marrow donation when she was already sick. She died a few days after returning home." My husband refuses to believe that. He thinks my neighbor and I have conspired to lie to him. He says impatiently, "If you see her, tell her I won't pay the medical bills for that child she's been raising if she doesn't come to see me in three days." My neighbor shakes her head when she sees how stubborn my husband is. She mutters, "The poor child has already starved to death, though…"

Three Years on Tiptoe, I'm Done Trying to Fit Into His World

After six months of renovations, every inch of our future home seems determined to remind me that I don't belong there. I'm only five-foot-three, and whenever I stand at the bathroom vanity, the water splashes all the way up to my collarbone. In the walk-in closet, I jump as high as I can, but I still barely reach the closet rod. But when five-foot-nine Xyla Lane walks through the door, she looks as though she's come home. She casually hangs her bag on the highest hook by the entryway before leaning against the kitchen island, perfectly at ease. "The countertop height is perfect. I can chop vegetables and wash fruit without straining my back." A hint of smug satisfaction flickers in Zavier Grant's eyes as he smiles and nods. "Of course. We designed everything around your measurements." When Zavier sees my face go pale, he finally gives me a halfhearted explanation. "The designer needed the measurements right away, and you were working late. So I just used Xyla's. "Don't worry. I'll get you a couple of step stools later." The home I drained my savings to build as our safe haven turns out to be a love nest tailor-made for another woman. I smile bitterly. If that's the case, then I'm done living in this house. And I'm done with my fiancé, too.

Hurt No More

Before our marriage, Harry Parker, my husband, had known I was born with congenital insensitivity to pain and temperature. I couldn’t feel burns, cuts, or broken bones. Because of that, he had wrapped every sharp point in the house in soft foam padding, locked the water heater below 104°F, and insisted on standing beside me whenever I used a knife. He used to say, “If you can’t feel the pain, I’ll feel it for you.” That was until my cousin, Evelyn Lynch, moved in with us. She said, “Jane, you can’t rely on Harry forever. You have to train your natural sense of danger.” The first time, she pushed a bowl of steaming hot soup against my hand. The back of it blistered crimson, but she just turned to Harry and laughed, “See? If you don’t warn her, she won’t even know to dodge.” The second time, she splashed water across the bathroom tile. I took a hard fall and fractured my tailbone, yet Harry just held me in his arms, offering soft excuses: “Evelyn is only doing this for your own good.” The third time, she swapped my daily prescription medication for vitamins, claiming she wanted to see if my body could detect the anomaly on its own. I bled from my nose all through the night. When I woke up, the pillow was soaked through. Harry held my hand, his voice as quiet and gentle as it had always been: “Jane, I can’t protect you for the rest of your life. Evelyn’s methods might be extreme, but you really do need to learn to feel pain on your own.” I stared down at the fading burn scar on his wrist—the mark he had earned years ago when testing hot bathwater on my behalf. He knew better than anyone what pain felt like, and yet he was pretending not to see the wounds being inflicted on me. Over arguing at this point, I squeezed my medical report into my bag. I finally learned what pain felt like. And I learned never to rely on him again.

May You Know Peace, Always

I worked late one night, and by the time I stepped outside, rain was coming down in sheets. While I waited for my ride, I texted my boyfriend, Landon Jarrett, to complain. [Seriously, it's pouring out here, and I didn't even bring an umbrella.] More than ten minutes passed before Landon replied. [Is that supposed to be a hint? What do you want me to do, catch a train over there just to bring you an umbrella?] [We're doing long distance. Why are you being so dramatic about it?] I froze. At the same time, my rideshare was canceled. Rain splashed up onto my pants, leaving the fabric wet and clammy against my legs. While I stood there distracted, my best friend, Zoe Langford, posted something on social media. It disappeared before I had time to look closely. When I refreshed the page, the nine-photo post had been cropped and rearranged. All that remained was a shot of a man cooking in the kitchen, his back to the camera. [Thanks to a certain someone, my brand-new heels didn't get a single drop of rain on them.] My hands shook as I zoomed in. I would have recognized him anywhere. It was Landon. The recipe notebook in his hand was the one I had made for him myself, filled with recipes adjusted to suit his tastes. By the time I got back to my apartment, I was drenched from head to toe. Then Landon messaged me as if nothing had happened. [Why aren't you answering? Are you home yet?]