Novels by Luciana Rielle

Genesis turned her glare on Monica next, her lips curving into a small, humorless smile. “Scared, stepmother? You should be.”She passed Jimmy and moved over to Monica who was trying not to shiver, her face losing all its pallour, Genesis stepped just a few feet away.Genesis’s lips twisted into a cruel smile as she stepped closer to Monica, her voice cold enough to freeze the air.“You should be scared because this is just the beginning. For fifteen years, you and your sons made my life hell. Locked me away, broke me down, tried to silence me. Now it’s my turn. I will take everything you love. Piece by piece, I’ll strip you of your comfort, your money, your pride. You’ll beg me before this is over, Monica. And I will watch you crawl.”Monica flinched, her eyes darting toward Jimmy.“As for your little empire of casinos,” Genesis said, her voice hardening. “Yes, the paperwork may still show your shares. On paper, you might still have a seat at the table. But understand this—those casi

“Ma’am, we have arrived,” the driver said with a furrowed brow as he turned to look at Genesis.She didn’t answer. She only stared at the building. Her building.Her chest tightened as she thought of the last time she’d walked through those doors. Kieran had been beside her then, his hand anchoring her. Now, the seat beside her was empty. She was alone.But she needed to be.With a deep breath, Genesis pushed open the car door and stepped out.Cameras flashed immediately. Reporters swarmed from the sidewalk, their voices rising in chaotic unison:“Mrs. Caldwell, is it true you’ve taken over everything from the Caldwell's?”“Will Caldwell Tech be restructuring under your leadership?”“Do you plan to sell the casinos?”Genesis didn’t stop. She didn’t answer. She walked straight through the revolving glass doors, her heels clicking against the polished floor.The lobby fell silent the moment she appeared. Again, just like last time heads turned, whispers rippled, but this time her presen

Genesis watched as Kieran's hand trembled on the car wheel and the way his jaw clenched tight. The tension in the car was so thick that it could be cut with a knife, it was so hard to even breathe well.She looked at Donald from the rear view window and heart constricted at the pallour of his face. He was so pale that he looked like there was no flow of blood on his face and not just that, he looked so sick.Then she turned back to Kieran and her hand itched to touch his and tell him that it would be fine but that would be a lie, they had just heard it from the doctor, he had a few months unless they….Donald’s voice cut through the heavy silence. “I’m not doing it.”Genesis’s breath caught, her hands tightening in her lap.Kieran’s head snapped toward his father, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “The hell you’re not.” His voice was low, lethal. “You’re taking that treatment. You’re fighting.”Donald leaned back in his seat, exhausted eyes closing. “And for what? To drag myse

Donald’s eyes went wide when he noticed Genesis standing in the doorway, her gaze flickering from the bloodied napkin in his hand to the pallor of his face. Before he could say a word, his son rushed into the kitchen.At first, Kieran’s eyes found Genesis. Then he followed her stare, and his breath caught when he saw the napkin clutched in his father’s hand. The words on his lips died, his throat tightening.“Dad… what’s…” His voice faltered as Donald quickly turned toward the sink, hiding his face.Kieran stepped forward, brow furrowing deeper with every step. “What’s going on? Why is there blood?” His voice was sharp, demanding, but underneath it lay something else—fear.Genesis lingered at the door, her chest tight, her mind caught on the image of red blooming across white. Something was wrong. Deeply, terribly wrong.Donald’s back was rigid. His grip on the sink was so fierce his knuckles blanched. Then, slowly, he turned.A practiced smile tugged at his weathered face. “It’s noth

“We don’t need to hide anymore, Mama. We can do it now,” Revelation said, her chest heaving as she paced her room. With every no that came from her mother, her anger coiled tighter. The plan had been simple: Red would come to the Blackwood Estate, and together they would reveal the truth to Genesis. But after the massacre with Takeshi’s men in the Estate, Red had hesitated.“We don’t need to follow the plan exactly,” Revelation pressed. “But we do need to tell her.”Red was quiet, her voice finally breaking the silence. “You’ve never told me what this thing is between you and Knight. Aside from the fact that he’s a two-faced, ruthless bastard. And even then, are we really so far from the same thing?”Revelation snarled. “We are nothing like him.”Red let the silence stretch, then asked softly, “This is personal to you, mija, isn’t it?”Revelation sighed, pacing harder. “It’s not personal. Nothing’s personal to me.” Her throat caught. “Though maybe it is. Because he’s in her head. He’s

Knight frowned, pushing up from the massive ergonomic chair in his office. His voice was sharp, commanding.“Princess. What happened?”No answer. Only the sound of her ragged breathing.And then—another voice. A voice that made every muscle in Knight’s body turn to stone.“You saw my little surprise, baby girl.”Keenan.Knight’s blood ran cold.“Baby, go back into the studio,” he said quickly, already striding toward the door. He yanked it open just as Damon appeared, heading straight for him.One look at Knight’s face and Damon knew. Something was very, very wrong.From the phone in Knight’s hand, Keenan’s voice slithered out again, mocking.“Is that Knight I hear on the line, my pretty?”Damon’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening instantly.Knight’s growl rumbled low, lethal. “Where the fuck are the men who are supposed to be with her?”His PA, sitting at her desk, jumped at the sheer force of his tone. She looked confused, pale, but didn’t dare speak.“Baby, leave that place. G

Emma stared at the pictures plastered across her wall. Every inch of the room was his Rhett frozen in time, caught in stolen frames: lacing his skates, laughing with teammates, sweat plastering his shirt to the hard lines of his chest. Not one corner of the wallpaper showed anymore; it was all Rhett. Only him.Candles burned low around the room, the air thick with melted wax and smoke. The floor was littered with scorched photos of women she had crossed out, their eyes slashed through with sharp red ink, black X’s carved across their faces. No one else belonged here. No one but Rhett.Her hand trembled as she pressed her knuckles to her lips, a feverish smile curving her face. “Baby, I’m back,” she whispered to the sea of images. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her eyes glazed, drinking in his picture like water.One shot drew her in — Rhett mid-game, his shirt soaked, his chest visible through the fabric, his jaw set hard in focus. She tore it from the wall with shaking fingers and

“What have I done?” I muttered to myself, practically speed-walking down the hall toward the rink. My chest still heaved, and my brain wouldn’t shut up: You just had sex with Rhett in the lounge. You’re insane. Absolutely insane.I was so wrapped up in my own head that the tap on my shoulder made me yelp. I spun around, ready to swing, only to freeze when I saw Adrian.“Whoa, easy,” he said, both brows lifting. “It’s just me.” His gaze swept me up and down, concerned. “You okay? You look… flushed.”“I’m fine!” I blurted too quickly, way too high-pitched. My hand flailed in the air like it could wave away his suspicion. “Totally fine. Just… really hot.”Adrian blinked, then glanced around at the sheets of ice stretching across the rink. “Hot? Juno, it’s like… fifteen degrees in here.”“Sixteen,” I corrected without thinking, then immediately winced at myself. “I mean—I just run warm, you know?”He gave a slow nod, his lips twitching like he was fighting back a laugh. “Right. Warm. In a

Juno gasped, the door press cold against her belly as Rhett drove into her again and again. Heat and pain tangled in a blur; each thrust hit so hard it felt like the world narrowed to the meeting of their bodies.“You keep making me lose my mind,” Rhett growled. His fingers constricted in her hair, hauling her head back so her throat opened to him. She clung to the wood for purchase, nails biting into the surface as his hips pistoned without mercy.Thwop. Thwop.Her sound split the small room, raw and desperate. Tears bled from the corners of her eyes — but they were half-pleasure, half-overwhelm. “Slow,” she tried to whisper, voice high and broken, and Rhett stalled for a breath, chest heaving. For a second his expression flickered — the line between fury and worship.Then he spoke low, in that dangerous hush that had always made her knees go weak. “You asked me to show you what happens when you tease the world and come back to me,” he rasped. “You wanted me feral. You wanted to be w

Jake, skating past, leaned close enough for Rhett to hear. “Damn, man. Relax. You look like you’re about to snap his neck.”Rhett didn’t so much as blink.“I will,” he muttered. And then, with the same ruthless determination he took into that ring, he started striding across the ice straight Juno.Juno stiffened the moment she spotted Rhett cutting across the ice toward her. She bit down on her lip, realizing with a jolt that—just for a moment—she’d almost forgotten he was even there while talking to Adrian. She tried to summon a smile as he closed the distance, but the look on his face made her heart pound, and not from fear.He stopped close—too close. Close enough that she had to half-turn toward him, her breath catching as his presence swallowed the space between them. The chill of the rink was nothing compared to the heat radiating off his body, searing through the thin layers of her clothes.“What’s going on here,” Rhett muttered, smiling—though it wasn’t a smile at all, more li

JUNO HAYES“Rhett, look this way!” the photographer called, snapping his fingers as the camera shutter clicked in rapid bursts.Rhett adjusted his grip on the hockey stick, tilting his body just so, the bright arena lights bouncing off his helmet and pads. The whole setup screamed polished—logo placements on the boards, gleaming skates, perfect posture. This was an ad for a major sports brand, and everyone in the rink knew he was the centerpiece.He gave the camera what it wanted. Strong jaw. Cold, unbothered glare. Every inch of him carved into perfection.But then his eyes slid. Just slightly. Just enough.Toward me.Heat shot straight through me when his gaze snagged mine. His look wasn’t the detached, glossy veneer he gave the camera. No—it was darker. Hungrier. Thirstier than he had any right to look in the middle of a professional shoot.My face went hot instantly. I snapped my eyes away, staring far too hard at the clipboard in my hands, willing my skin not to betray me. Profes

JUNO HAYES“Wow.”That was all Rhett said as he ate the last spoonful of broth and let the spoon clatter into the bowl. The single word was rough, simple, but the look on his face—satisfaction, almost boyish in its honesty—made something warm spark in my chest.I smiled before I could stop myself. I liked that look. Loved it, if I was honest. The quiet contentment that told me I’d done something right, that I’d given someone a piece of comfort they didn’t even know they needed. Maybe that was why I loved being submissive. Not in the shallow sense most people thought some outdated belief that women were made to serve—but in the real way. The deeper way. Giving. Pleasing. Finding my own power in knowing someone else could lean on me and want what I gave.I took his bowl before he could, ignoring his muttered protest, and carried it to the sink. The warm water gushed as I rinsed it out, the simple rhythm of soap and sponge calming me. Normal. Safe. My hands moved automatically, almost gr