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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.

On the night meant to mark her awakening, Lysera loses everything. Ignored all her life, the quiet twin watches as her sister Isyra is celebrated as Luna-to-be, until a single scream turns the pack against her. Accused of attacking her “pregnant” sister, Lysera is beaten, humiliated, and condemned. Even the bond meant to save her betrays her, because the Alpha she is mated to chooses Isyra. Then the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment. As punishment shatters her body, a secret is revealed: Lysera is pregnant. In a pack where harming a pregnant woman invites calamity, her sentence is suspended—but mercy is replaced with something far crueler. The pack demands she give her baby to Isyra, to replace the child Isyra claims to have lost. Trapped among those who see her only as a vessel, betrayed by her own blood, and bound by ancient laws she cannot escape, Lysera must survive long enough to give birth… knowing the child she carries may never be hers. Because Isyra’s crown was built on lies. And because the Alpha who condemned her may one day realize the truth—when it is already too late.

“If you can’t provide an heir, you’re a Luna in name only. I need more than a worthless, barren omega cosplaying as a Luna!” My Alpha husband Jason’s words cut deeper than any silver blade. For three years, I have kept the truth from him. He thinks he married a weak omega. But the truth? I am the Alpha King’s daughter. I wait eagerly for his return from a victorious war, ready to reveal who I truly am. Only to find him walking back with his mistress, Viki, who has already carrying his pup. “You have two options,” Jason snarls, eyes cold. “Lose your status as Luna and go back to being a useless omega. Or stay for Viki and help raise my heir.” Pushed to my breaking point, I accept his rejection and return to my father’s kingdom. I think my heart is dead but fate has led me to a dangerous second-chance mate. Worse, Jason can’t let me go that easily.

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

Three years into her marriage to Caleb Hampton, Sydney Wilson finally learned the truth: the woman he loved was his sister-in-law. On the night his brother died, Sydney saw Caleb's true nature. At the funeral, she did not even flinch when Caleb took a slap meant for his sister-in-law. She always knew he had married her because she was quiet, obedient, and easy to control. She proved it, even in the way she left him. No dramatic fights. No tearful confrontations. Just a divorce quietly signed, sealed, and hidden. What Caleb didn't know was that they were already divorced. Sydney had stopped being quiet and was already seeing someone else. The day Sydney's breakthrough cancer drug took the world by storm, she received accolades and glory. Everyone cheered—except Caleb, who dropped to one knee, his eyes bloodshot with desperation, begging for a second chance. But a possessive arm wrapped around Sydney's waist, declaring to the world, "Sorry, but she's getting married. To me."

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.
My husband was cheating on me with my best friend for six months. Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was secretly betraying me. I trusted him with my whole heart. He handed it to her like a cheap gift. So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped. And in that broken, dangerous place, a reckless idea was born. "An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "We give them exactly what they deserve." He studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded. "When do we start?" This was supposed to be about revenge. It was never supposed to become something more. It was never supposed to feel like home. Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, begging. But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed. And God help me, I don't want to walk away either. We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge. That was the deal. We lied. ___ WARNING: This story contains mature content.
This is Currently an Omnibus! Featuring: Book 1: The Unwanted Luna - Kennedy and Ryker's Story Book 2: The Warrior's Mate - Finn and Greta's Story Book 3: Taming the Alpha's Heir - Ben and Elara's Story Book 1: Kennedy is a human thrown into the unbelievable world of the supernatural when her parents die in a freak car accident and her mother’s best friend steps in to become her guardian. Her mother’s best friend, Beth, is the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack. Kennedy has known Beth and her husband James and their son Jeremiah her whole life, but thought pack life would be something she would only hear about. The Alpha and Luna keep no secrets about the dangers of their world for a human like Kennedy. Jeremiah takes an interest in keeping Kennedy safe and helps her through the trauma of moving on from the accident. Kennedy is taught pack ways and for the most part is loved by all the pack members, learning the values of the pack bond, the ways of the warriors and respect for the hierarchy of the wolf culture. She becomes a very proficient warrior even with only human strength and senses. Follow Kennedy on her journey of mates, love, friendship and fighting a mate bond she doesn’t want holding her back from her own goals and dreams. __ Ryker is a young, well-known, and feared Alpha of Dark Moon pack. He cares for his pack members through tough love and an iron fist. He's seen what happens when Alphas take their mate. It makes them weak and lose focus. Many have been corrupted by terrible mates. He would rather stay alone than be controlled.
On the fifth anniversary of Rebecca Perry's marriage to Vance Bradford, his first love returned to the country. That night, she caught him in the bathroom, murmuring Catherine's name as he pleasured himself. That was why, for five years, he had never touched her. "Catherine is back; she's all alone. I'm just helping her as a friend." "I understand." "I promised her I'd accompany her to the island for her birthday. I'm just fulfilling it." "Okay." "This banquet requires a capable companion, and Catherine is more suitable than you." "Okay, go ahead." When she stopped getting angry, stopped shedding tears, and stopped making a fuss, he grew puzzled. "Rebecca, why aren't you angry?" Of course, she wasn't angry anymore—because she was preparing to leave. Weary of this stagnant marriage, she had secretly learned a foreign language, taken the proficiency exam, and applied to study abroad. The day her visa was approved, she presented him with the divorce agreement. Vance froze. "No joke. How are you gonna survive without me?" Rebecca turned away, bought a plane ticket, and flew to the European continent, vanishing without a trace. The next time he saw news of her was in a viral video. Dressed in a flowing red gown, she danced against a foreign sky, igniting the internet with her performance. He gritted his teeth. "Rebecca, no matter where you hide, I will find you and bring you back!"

Vincent Hastings, the ruthless Billionaire and the most fearful Mafia King in New York. He is the boss, he can get everything that he wants whether he does it with bare hands or by force. Just like how he forced Sophie Laurens, youngest daughter of Albert Laurens, one of the richest men in New York who had an agreement with Vincent to have one of his daughters marry him. He willingly offered his youngest one, not minding what the consequences are, not minding what Sophie's future might look like. Will Sophie be able to change the ruthless mafia boss? Or will she just escape from him?

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.

"Don't you see? EVERYTHING comes at a price mio il amore" He's not just a man, he is the man. He runs New York nothing comes in without him knowing and nothing will most certainly get out. Ruthless, cocky enigmatic, and assertive. Just a few words to describe him. Talia Cruz- A trauma nurse in one of the richest hospitals in New York. Young and successful and she's so proud of herself. Well, she should be, made an orphan at just 13 her and her older sister Iris, never thought they would make it this far. Now that she's 22 with a supportive job Iris can finally move back to their hometown leaving Talia to take on New York by herself. When Talia sees something that she shouldn't see and is taken captive by Matteo Russo himself, does she crumble and fall or does she stay true her true self and rise even through all the struggles?

Two years ago, a car explosion outside an expensive restaurant in Guadalajara left behind ash, and DNA evidence confirming the death of Xitllali De La Rosa. The world believed the submissive, quiet wife of the city’s most brutal mafia enforcer was gone forever. In reality, Xitllali planned her own death, and she fled into the misty highlands of Chiapas, changed her name, and started over. She opened a small floral shop and tried to build the quiet life she'd always wanted. For two years, it worked. Until the afternoon the bell above her shop door rings, and the ghost of her past steps inside. Guillermo, the husband she ran away from, came before her. She was expecting a bullet to the heart for abandoning the cartel, but she got really surprised when the most feared man in Mexico drops to one knee, slides a gun across the wooden counter, and lowers his head. He knew she faked her death. He let her run. And for twenty-four brutal months, he burned the entire underworld to the ground, slaughtering every person that wanted to hurt her. He didn't come back to kill her. He's here to ask for a second chance.

Alexander Blackwood was raised to hate David Whitmore. After losing his parents at ten, Alexander was taught that the Whitmore family was responsible for everything his family had lost. Years later, he becomes a powerful CEO with one goal—to make the Whitmores pay. Then Selena Whitmore walks into his life. She is bold, intelligent, stubborn, and completely unaware that the man interviewing her has spent years hating her family. To Alexander, Selena Whitmore's daughter is more than David Whitmore's daughter. She is the perfect opportunity for revenge. But after marrying Selena, Alexander discovers that Selena is nothing like the enemy he imagined. She challenges him. She angers him. And slowly, she becomes the one person capable of reaching the soft part of him he buried years ago. But just as Alexander begins falling for his enemy's daughter, secrets from the past begin surfacing. The truth about his parents' deaths, his family's feud with the Whitmores, and the people who shaped his hatred threatens to destroy everything he believes. Alexander married Selena to punish her family. He never expected to develop a soft spot for her. And now he is forced to continue his life without her, because he has no idea where she is or what state she's in. whether Alive or dead

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...

Taya Williams's life is forever changed by one kiss, and it isn't even a real kiss. All the way until her senior year of high school, Taya has been living her life cautiously and drama-free, until one day she is chosen as the female lead for the school's theater production. She soon realizes she has to share a kissing scene with the mysterious new guy, Judah Hudson. When the bad boy Judah offers her the deal of a lifetime, Taya finds herself in the world of skipping classes, practice kisses, and jealous lovers. Maybe there is more to a bad boy than just cigarettes and brooding stares. Maybe, and just maybe, there is more to this obscure deal than meets the eye.

**Dark Romance** Being the new girl is hard, Mary is shy, introverted, and prefers the solitude of being with her books than people. But in her new school, things became different as she got noticed by the wrong people. She catches the attention of the school's bad boy who begins to taunt and ridicule her. ***** I played with my fingers as he stared, he didn't stop staring and I was finding it hard to maintain eye contact with him. His stare was making me feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing here alone. "Mary Davies," he whispered my name. "You are still a virgin right?" He asked smirking. "Hmmmn... Untouched. Innocent. Just like I have always wanted." He whispered, trailing a finger down my collar bone. "I am going to have so much fun with you," he whispered again, kissing my ear lobes. "So much fun." He added, stepping away from me. He began to walk towards the door. "See you tonight."

"How bad do you want it? Is it strong enough for you to become my pet." His hands wrapped around her neck, and his voice a low growl as a deadly smile played on his lips. *** Bella knew the Mystery Cafeteria Boy was trouble from the first time she saw him. He was the one that was going to blow up her cover and uncover her past. Stuck in the same grade she had no other choice but to make a deal to become his pet. Could he bully his pet? Yes. Fall in love with his pet? Hell no.

Leaving behind everything she had built, friends family loved ones and a bond to hard to break. But it was easy for her because she had forgotten it all. But the past always comes knocking back. And this past was very traumatising "how could you Jackson" Addison muttered with gritted stare at the man whom she had spent six good years with...

Dora could have sworn before all the gods that have ever existed that there was no possible way she would fall for her archnemesis, and the popular school's playboy, Nate Henderson. But when her boyfriend breaks her heart is the most painful way possible, all hell breaks loose for her, leading to her getting stuck in a hotel with Nate. Things get steamy between them but that's just the beginning of her problem. She soon realizes that he's none other than her soon-to-be stepbrother. Dora wants nothing to do with Nate and vows to do everything in her power to resist this her wickedly sexy stepbrother. The only problem is when Nate wants something, he always gets it no matter what. And the more forbidden Dora turns out to be, the sweeter the chase gets for him. What happens when the line between hatred and attraction starts to blur for Dora, especially when secrets that can disrupt her entire life is just hovering around the corner?

She's hiding a limp. He's been hiding something a lot longer. Sloane Deshazo is the twin who never needs help and the outside hitter who plays through everything. So when the ache in her leg gets worse, she hides it. She forges an elevator pass, ices her thigh at 2 a.m., and keeps landing kills like nothing is wrong. Until the night she can't get up off the hallway floor. Chandler has been her brother's best friend since kindergarten, and he's the only one who noticed the limp. He's also the only person besides Sloane that Dashiell, a terrified rescue terrier, will walk up to. If Dashiell is going to pass his evaluation in March, Sloane needs Chandler on the training room floor every Saturday. He's been in love with her since they were five. She has no idea. And the promise he made her in the ER could cost him his best friend. Then chemo takes her hair and her season, and every kind thing Chandler does starts to look like pity. So she pushes him away. He shows up at 7:29 every morning anyway. The girl across the hall gave her a list of things sick girls don't get to do. Number seven is him.

I had just become an adult when my neighbor, Connor Grayson, started flirting with me. We kept our relationship a secret year after year. After a wild night of intimacy, Connor whispered into my ear that he loved me over and over again. The next morning, I could barely stand as I got out of bed. Then I saw Connor bring another woman home. "Selena, this is my fiancée. We're getting married." I thought Connor would let me go. I didn't want to ruin anyone's relationship. However, he wouldn't leave me alone despite my shameful predicament. "Yes, I'm getting married, but did I say you could go? It took a lot of effort to make you fall for me."

My childhood sweetheart who promised to marry me the moment I graduated proposed to Camille Willow, my sister, during my graduation ceremony. At that moment, Dennis Malcolm, the most eligible and admired bachelor in Blington City's elite circle, stepped forward and confessed his love for me immediately after my childhood sweetheart's proposal was accepted. For five years after our marriage, Dennis showered me with devotion, treating me with such tenderness that it felt as though I were the center of his world. But everything shattered the day I overheard a conversation between him and his close friend. "Dennis, now that Camille's on top, are you really going to keep pretending with Tracy?" "It doesn't matter. I'll never have Camille. Besides, as long as I'm here, she'll never disrupt Camille's happiness," he answered. The paper notes he held dear, each one carefully preserved, revealed a harsh truth. Each one carried her name, accompanied by heartfelt wishes: "May Camille be released from her burdens. May she find peace within herself." "May Camille achieve all she dreams of, and may her heart love freely." "Camille, we were never meant to be together in this life. I can only hope that in another, we will walk side by side." … Five years of devotion shattered in a single moment of clarity. I crafted a false identity and planned an elaborate drowning to vanish without a trace. From this day forward, in this life and all others, we shall never cross paths again.

The day my husband's first love, who was my sister, died, he sent me into the wilderness, all because I was not a match for the kidney transplant she needed. "Make sure Lisa can’t leave. For pretending to be Emma’s little sister, it’s time she learns her lesson," he ordered. I was abandoned in the dense forest, trapped, and left to fend for myself. Desperate, I sought shelter in a cave, trying to survive. However, wild animals soon picked up my scent and surrounded the cave. In the end, they tore me apart, and I died a brutal, painful death, with my body left exposed and torn in the wilderness. When Benjamin finally saw what was left of me, he lost his mind.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, a group of bandits stormed into my home. They robbed us of everything we owned and burned our estate to the ground. Then they used my six-year-old sister as leverage, forcing me to show myself. More than a dozen bandits dragged me back to their hideout and tortured me for three days and three nights before selling me to a brothel. I had thought about dying, but even death was beyond my reach. When I was at my most desperate, Duke Landon Knight paid for my freedom and asked if I was willing to go home with him. After crawling through the darkness for so long, I suddenly saw a light that had never gone out. Three years into our marriage, I once asked him why, among all the flowers in the world, he had chosen this withered one—me. "When I caught my first glimpse of you as a child, I swore I'd never marry anyone but you." I thought he truly loved me. I thought that was why he was willing to marry a brothel girl whom everyone else called a woman who had been with countless men. I spent those three years healing from my wounds, hoping that one day I could give him a son or daughter of our own. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his closest friend in his study. "Lucia Bellamy is arriving in the capital tomorrow. Are you really planning to bring her into the estate? "Isabel has already suffered the loss of her family and been humiliated and sold to a brothel. Her life has been tragic enough. Can you really bear to bring Lucia into the estate and hurt her all over again?" Landon answered without hesitation, "What do the lives of a few dozen Conrads matter? If the Conrads hadn't reported the Bellamys back then, Lucia wouldn't have been exiled to Southvale, and we wouldn't have been prevented from marrying. "As for Isabel, I bribed the bandits to sell her to a brothel. I did it only to spare her life and leave her alive long enough for Lucia to come back and take her revenge herself." So that first glimpse he'd never forgotten had been of Lucia, and I was nothing more than a tool for him to use in taking revenge for the woman he loved. The next day, I used the Conrad family signet my grandfather, Leonard Conrad, had left me to secure two imperial decrees. The first was my own request for a divorce, so Lucia could enter the estate as his legal wife. The second ordered a full investigation into the truth behind the massacre of my family, so that their names could finally be cleared.

I spent twenty hours on a train in coach, traveling more than 1,800 miles to see Harry Berger. I texted him to vent. "I'm so tired. My back feels like it’s about to break." It took him more than ten minutes to reply. "So? Do you want me to praise you for it, or feel sorry for you? "I didn’t make you come. You bought the ticket yourself, too. Don’t act like everyone owes you something." I stared at those words. The "I miss you" sticker I had intended to send remained unsent. Then he sent me an airport location. "Gemma heard you were coming and bought a ticket at the last minute. She wants to meet up with us. She has a lot of luggage, so I’m going to pick her up first since I’ll be passing by. Take a cab over yourself." After that, he transferred me twenty dollars for the cab. But the train station and the airport were on opposite ends of Westhaven. Then the notification sound for my starred contact went off. Gemma had posted on social media. In the photo, Harry was pulling her suitcase, one hand protectively resting at her waist. She proudly held up her first-class ticket. "Thanks to Mr. Berger for the first-class ticket! Five-star service. Definitely recommended!" I zoomed in on the picture and looked at the $2,000 ticket. Then I sent the twenty dollars for the cab back. I struggled to drag my suitcase down the steps and headed toward the airport. This time, I knew I wasn't going there to see him. I was going there to say goodbye to the version of myself who was always running toward him.

On our wedding anniversary, I took my wife, Kacey Winston, and our daughter, Aimee Fitz, on a cruise. However, Kacey secretly brought her childhood sweetheart along as well. There was a shipwreck, and Kacey stole the lifeboat I found and took it for herself. She had no regard for my survival and focused only on helping her lover escape. Aimee cried hard and held onto Kacey’s pant leg while begging her. “Save Dad, Mom! Save him!” Kacey kicked Aimee into the sea with hatred in her eyes. “If you don’t want to come with me, die with that useless piece of trash!” When we both ended up on a deserted island, we already found Kacey and Saddler there. I found out about their plot to have me killed. I felt uneasy, and hatred spread through me. For all their plotting for money, it would depend on whether they got off this island alive.