Novels by Luciana Rielle

Tears stung the back of Genesis’s eyes as she struggled to untie the hard knots around Carmella’s legs. When they threatened to fall, she wiped them away with her forearm—but that only made them spill faster, streaking silently down her face. Her hands shook as she worked the ties, but it was no use.The knots wouldn’t budge.Frustration burned in her chest. She clenched her teeth, stood up abruptly, and wiped at her face again. Carmella noticed the tears this time. Her smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of confusion.Why was she crying?Genesis turned around, and Kieran instinctively stepped toward her—but she recoiled so sharply, she nearly stumbled. She caught herself just in time, taking several steps back. Kieran froze, startled. He hadn’t expected this. None of them had.She looked away, refusing to meet his gaze, and made her way toward Damon instead—carefully avoiding Kieran like a child steering clear of a monster she once adored but now saw clearly for what he was.Damon

Knight guided Genesis out of the car, his hand firm around her waist, as he led her toward a strange, abandoned-looking building. She frowned, confused, her heart picking up speed. Something didn’t feel right. It was late—too late for something like this—and the whole thing felt off.She looked up at him, studying his profile. Was it just her eyes playing tricks on her, or did his usual glowing blue eyes seem… darker? When he turned to glance at her, he looked different. Still Kieran, yes, but not quite the same. This wasn’t the first time she’d noticed it either. There were moments he seemed like another person entirely.Even when they had sex, sometimes he was different—rougher, more intense. His eyes would turn almost black, his voice deeper, his words darker and more possessive. And she liked that side of him. But other times, he was soft and playful, like earlier when she’d tried hiding her phone from him and he teased her for it. It was like he had two sides. But that couldn’t b

Genesis was panicking.She stared down at the menstrual calendar on her phone, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard. How had she not noticed sooner? This was the second day her five-day monthly cycle was late. It should’ve come yesterday, but she hadn’t even remembered. Today, it was already evening… and still nothing. A tiny red dot blinked on the screen with the word “Due.”Her heart started racing. Too fast. Too loud.She looked at the phone like it had just delivered the worst news in the world.Her period was supposed to come yesterday.Miss Melissa had shown her how to count the days, how to track her cycle. But she’d forgotten. She’d been so caught up preparing for the press conference. She only remembered now because her belly felt strange. Not exactly painful—just… odd. Heavy.This was day two.It should’ve come.Genesis sat frozen at the edge of the bed, knees pulled up, phone gripped tightly in her small hands. The blankets beneath her were wrinkled.Maybe the app wa

“...This is highly unacceptable. You don’t just grab someone off the street, drag them down here, and keep them in this filthy—filthy—place!” Carmella Johnson, the reporter who’d been snatched right outside her house, squirmed in her restraints and glared at the men around her like they were roaches in her apartment.“Can someone shut her up? I can’t take it anymore,” Rico muttered, retreating to the far side of the dingy white room.He hadn’t even said it quietly.Carmella whipped her head toward him and shot him the nastiest look she could summon—one that could peel paint off a wall.Leonardo stepped forward.She turned her eyes to him, slowly. He towered over her, arms crossed—bulging muscle on full display. His tattoos were a mess of skulls and... whatever else, but it was the one crawling from his jaw to his neck and vanishing beneath his shirt that made her squint. Creepy.But she didn’t flinch. Not even a blink. She’d seen worse. Okay, maybe not this bad, but she was a crime re

“Get that reporter,” Kieran said, his voice low as he side-eyed Damon.Damon nodded immediately, then turned to the crowd and said something to the other men.Kieran gently guided Genesis into the car, stepping in after her. The door shut with a soft thud, and he settled into the seat beside her. For a moment, he didn’t move toward her. He just watched her.Her chest heaved with uneven breaths, sweat beading on her brow. The press conference had wrapped up only a few minutes after that reporter’s question—that question. And somehow, it hit Genesis harder than anyone realized.She couldn’t explain why. It wasn’t just embarrassment—it was fear. Being called out about her silence, in front of so many people, twisted something deep inside her.She pressed a trembling hand to her chest.Kieran moved in. He didn’t say a word. He simply pulled her into his arms and gently placed her on his lap. She looked up at him, and he met her gaze—her eyes glassy with unshed tears. He wanted to comfort h

GENESIS "It's going to be fine, princess. It's time the world knew who you really are," Kieran said with a smile, his large hand squeezing my thigh. I smiled back at him, even though nerves twisted inside me. I kept biting my bottom lip, staring out the window while he gently stroked the skin on my neck, his finger brushing the collar fastened there.Kieran had told me it was time to take back what was mine, my father’s company. Time to silence the rumors that I’d been given to him in marriage when I was little, after my dad died. Time to show them that I was Genesis Esther Caldwell.I was scared. Scared the world would want answers about what happened to me—where I really was all those years. But Kieran said we’d play into my stepmother’s lie, the one she told everyone: that I’d been sent abroad to study.So now, here we were.Heading to—honestly, I didn’t even know. He’d said we were going to a press conference. I had no idea what that meant, so he explained it in the car using sim