
The Light Through His Darkness
Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media.
As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life.
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"You’re relentless, wife."
"And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy.
I smirked but kept my mouth shut.
She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?"
That was it. Restraint? Gone.
Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine.
"Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer.
"Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips.
"Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore.
"Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself.
I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless.
She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward.
"I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants.
She looked so flustered, so completely off her game.
And damn it, she was tempting.
Too tempting.
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Chapter: Pizza ManJustin POV The mansion was quiet when I walked in, just the sound of my own footsteps echoing through the foyer. I was heading toward the stairs when I caught the sound of laughter coming from the living room. I stopped, then stepped back, making my way toward the source. Isabella was on the couch with the twins—David and Daniel—helping them with what looked like a school project. The coffee table was a mess of scraps of paper, glue sticks and markers. I was about to turn and leave when Daniel’s voice cut through the room. "Cousin Justin, you’re back from work!" I froze. Both boys looked up at me, wide-eyed and expectant. I gave a small nod, but my attention drifted to Isabella. Her smile faded the moment our eyes met. She looked at me for half a second before dropping her gaze back to the paper she was cutting with a pair of scissors. David suddenly spoke up. "Hey, did you hear about our birthday party?" I scratched the back of my head, about to answer, but Daniel beat
Last Updated: 2025-02-26
Chapter: No ClueJustin’s POV The sharp buzz of my six o’clock alarm pulled me from sleep. I exhaled heavily, stretching my arms over my head before rolling my shoulders. Sleeping on the damn sofa wasn’t doing me any favors—my back felt stiff as hell. I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck as I glanced toward the bed. It was empty. The sheets were neatly spread, like she hadn’t even slept in it. My brows drew together as I stood, rolling out the tension in my shoulders before heading toward the bathroom door. I knocked. No answer. Pushing the door open slightly, I peeked inside. Empty. With a sigh, I turned toward the closet. A weird sense of relief settled in my chest when I saw her clothes still there. At least she hadn’t packed up and left. I shook my head at the thought, grabbing a suit and heading towards the bathroom. Moments later, I was adjusting my tie in the mirror when I heard the door open. Isabella walked in, carrying a coffee bottle and a small lunch container. She placed
Last Updated: 2025-02-26
Chapter: A MessIsabella POVI opened my mouth to respond, but Justin shook his head, cutting me off."Let me explain, okay?" His eyes locked onto mine and for the first time, I saw something unfamiliar—vulnerability. "Just...listen, please."That one word "please" took me by surprise. Justin Martínez never asked; he commanded. Hearing it from him and in that tone, softened something inside me, in a way I wasn't prepared for. I crossed my arms tightly beneath my chest, nodding reluctantly. He exhaled deeply, his hands dropping to his sides as he sat back on his heels. For a moment, he stayed quiet, as if trying to gather his thoughts."Getting married was the only way for me to regain access to my accounts," He began, his voice low. "The bank that holds my wealth, assets, inheritance...it's all tied to a contract my parents signed decades ago."I frowned, confusion knitting my brow.He dragged a hand through his hair, before he continued. "The contract states that none of us—me, my siblings, can co
Last Updated: 2025-01-09
Chapter: The CenterIsabella POVLeading my parents out of the dining room, I kept my head high, even as my thoughts and emotions swirled. Once we reached the front door, I turned to face them.My mom adjusted her coat and she let out a quiet sigh. "Well, that was...an interesting evening.""I'm sorry about everything. They can be...intense." I glanced at her and rolled my eyes slightly, trying to lighten the mood."As long as you're all right, Bella." My mom exhaled, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek. I managed a small smile, holding her hand briefly as I glanced between her and my father. "I'm fine. Are you?" My father's expression hardened slightly, but he nodded. "We've endured worse, but remember, this is just part of the contract. It will be all over soon and you will be unburdened by this, just stay focused, Bella."My jaw tightened and I nodded, though the reminder hit like a cold splash of water. "I know."My mom pulled me into a quick hug. "Take care of yourself." "And call if you nee
Last Updated: 2025-01-08
Chapter: Family MattersIsabella POV"My wife is absolutely right."Justin’s hand on my leg began a soothing massage and before I could say another word, he spoke up. "Our marriage has nothing to do with my employees. Whether or not Mr. Knight works at my company, it’s none of anyone’s business who I choose to marry." I glanced at Justin, pressing my lips together to keep my emotions in check. His subtle support reminded me to stay composed. I knew I had to maintain control before I let it get the better of me and risk saying something I shouldn't—especially about the marriage contract. Before Mr. Tom could respond, Harden chimed in. "I agree with Justin on this one."He glanced at my parents with a nod. "They seem like respectable people so far." My parents smiled faintly in response, their tension easing slightly.Mr. Tom raised his hands in defense, shaking his head. "No, no. I think you’ve all misunderstood me." His eyes moved around the table. "I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just curious, that’s al
Last Updated: 2025-01-06
Chapter: The GuestsIsabella POVI quietly continued to eat and Miss Sonia’s smile tightened. "But isn’t marriage about commitment? About fighting for what you’ve built?""Yes, but it’s also about knowing when to let go for the sake of happiness." My mother replied, her tone calm as she narrowed her gaze at Miss Sonia. I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a slow sip as I leaned back, hoping to blend into the background.Harden probably sensed the unease and chuckled lightly. "I agree with both of you, but let’s be honest—it wasn’t working.""We were both miserable. It’s better this way." He shrugged, attempting to ease the atmosphere.Miss Sonia sighed deeply, nodding reluctantly. "I just wish you’d tried harder, son."Before the mood could darken further, Aunt Lisa interjected. "Marriage is like a buffet—you try a bit of everything, but sometimes you realize the dish you picked isn't for you.""And that's okay, as long as you enjoy the dessert." Her comment earned a round of light chuckles, easing t
Last Updated: 2025-01-06

The Devil's Mistress
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She looked up at me with those soft, damn eyes.
I stepped in closer, my hand lifting before I even thought it through, and I brushed the tips of my fingers against her cheek.
Warm. Delicate. Curious.
I watched her mouth part slightly, her lashes lowering just a bit.
"Can I kiss you?" I heard myself say.
It surprised me.
I don’t ask.
I take.
But she wasn’t like anyone else. With her, I found myself wanting permission...wanting her to want me back.
She blinked, caught off guard, but something in her softened. And after a breath, she slowly nodded.
I leaned in, brushing my lips over hers in a gentle and slow motion, like I was trying to memorize her taste, savoring the moment. But, that one kiss was enough to set my nerves on edge.
I pulled back slightly, watching the way her cheeks turned pink, her eyes wide, her lips still parted like she hadn’t expected it to feel like that.
And fuck, I hadn’t either.
I leaned in again, but paused when I realized she was leaning toward me too, unconsciously. She didn’t even realize she wanted more.
And this time, I didn’t ask.
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In a city plagued by crime and violence, a young woman fights to stay hidden from her sadistic stepfather and his ruthless gang.
In her journey to uncover the truth about her forgotten past, she crosses paths with a dangerous and mysterious stranger in the most unexpected manner.
Together, they embrace their twisted fate by striking a deal and altering their lives through a tale of romance and mystery.
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✦ 𝐷𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛. ✦
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Chapter: 127ROXANNE POV Two hours later, I was sitting at the bachelorette party…groaning softly and biting my lip, trying to ignore the overly sensitivity and soreness between my thighs from Damien’s “lesson” earlier. I couldn't even be mad, I started it. I poured fuel on the fire and then got burned, in the best way possible. My cheeks were still warm just thinking about it, but Dahlia’s voice jolted me back into the reality of the night."Roxanne!" She yelled over the music, tossing back a shot. "Come on, loosen up! You’re the bride, for God’s sake!" The bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest, lights flashing red and gold across the sleek, dark interior of the private club Dahlia had rented out.And that's when I realized exactly what kind of venue we were in.A male strip club.Of course she would.I shot her a look, but she just grinned wickedly, dragging me toward the stage where her friends were already screaming, laughing and tossing euros into the air while the dancers work
Last Updated: 2025-09-03
Chapter: 126ROXANNE POV "Still sulking?" I smirked, glancing back at him. He spanked me harder this time and I let out a soft moan which was muffled by the pillow beneath me. My body arch slightly against his, and my hands clutched the sheets tightly as I felt the sting spread across my ass. My hips pressed back against him, responding to the spanking. Suddenly, he pushed my dress up roughly and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, before tearing them off completely with a sharp tug. Then, he slid two fingers roughly into my pussy without warning. I gasped loudly as he curled them deep, hitting that sensitive spot that makes my knees buckle. He started fingering me harshly while his thumb pressed against my clit. "Still got a smart mouth?" I bit my lip to muffle my moans against the pillow, my hips grinding against his fingers as he stretched me open. He added a third finger as his hand moved mercilessly against my sensitive pussy. Without warning, he hooked his
Last Updated: 2025-09-02
Chapter: 125ROXANNE POV As soon as we stepped into the guest house, Damien didn’t waste a second. I barely had time to set the roses on the counter before he caught my wrist and pulled me into him. His lips crashed against mine in a deep, yearning kiss, his hand sliding around my waist as if he couldn’t get close enough. I smiled against his lips, kissing him back slowly, letting myself melt into his warmth for just a moment. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as he held me close, one strong hand pressing into the small of my back. Then, reluctantly, he pulled away, his breath brushing against my ear. He whispered, low and rough, "Finally got you alone, kitten." A quiet laugh escaped me, soft but teasing, as I slipped out of his arms, stepping back before his hands could grab me again. "Mmm, not for long." I said over my shoulder, already heading for the stairs. "I need to get ready for the bachelorette party." He followed me, unhurried and like a shadow I couldn’t shake
Last Updated: 2025-09-01
Chapter: 124ROXANNE POV Cedric held out a plate of cake without a word and I took it, careful not to let our fingers touch. "You finally ready to be the daughter-in-law now?" He asked, voice low but edged with something sharp. "And what's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes on him. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking over to Dahlia laughing with Mrs. Clara’s friends on the other side of the room. "Or do you already see the real daughter-in-law in the room?" He smirked, before casually turning and walking across the room like he hadn’t just lit a match and tossed it at my patience. I set the plate down untouched. A few seconds later, Dahlia appeared beside me, watching Cedric’s retreating back as he walked out with the maids. "You okay?" She asked, brushing a loose curl from my face. I gave a small smile. "Yeah." She leaned in and whispered. "Be careful with Cedric. He’s a manipulative asshole and he has a talent for getting under people’s skin." I let out a small l
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: 123ROXANNE POV It was the day of the bridal shower. I sipped from my champagne flute, the chilled sweetness doing little to calm the nerves pulsing beneath my skin. From the top of the grand staircase in the Raphaël estate’s main house, I could see the guests filtering in, women in tailored pastels and flashy designer heels, faces pulled tight with too much botox and even more judgment. They smiled like crocodiles. Mrs. Clara stood by the entrance like a queen greeting her court, all elegance and subtle cruelty in pearls and pristine ivory. She kissed cheeks, accepted gifts with dainty approval, and spoke softly with the kind of polish that made my skin crawl. Most of the women seemed to be friends of hers, powerful wives of Marseille’s wealthiest or extended relatives who probably hadn’t so much as looked in Damien’s direction for years. Meanwhile, the girls from Dahlia’s circle, who I’d met at the beach party, were already seated, chatting over champagne and mini cakes, the
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: 122ROXANNE POV His hips started moving again slowly and deeper against me, trying to distract me. I tried to speak again, but his hand covered my mouth gently as he fucked me on the couch. "Focus on me, kitten." My mouth dropped open in silent moans as his hand covered it and he thrust into me while our eyes were locked on each other. My back arches slightly, pushing my breasts against his chest as I slowly opened my legs wider for him. He broke the kiss abruptly and removed his hand from my mouth, before he sat up suddenly, pulling me with him so I was straddling his lap again. His cock was still buried deep inside me as he grabbed my face gently. "Listen to me carefully, kitten..." He whispered. His eyes bore into mine, serious and commanding. "You're going to stay quiet, letting me please you and pretend Cedric was never here. Understand?" He punctuates his words by lifting me up slightly and slamming me back down onto him, making me gasp silently. "Nod if you underst
Last Updated: 2025-07-31

The Gangleader and Me
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"So, Tyson, do you just lurk around waiting to interrupt people or is that a special service you offer?"
He leaned against the table, his gaze locking with mine. "I'd say it's a special service, but only for certain people. I wouldn't want you to think I'm not paying enough attention to you, love."
"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him, "Because I was under the impression you enjoyed making my life difficult, not keeping an eye on it."
He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Well, it seems like you could use the excitement."
"Oh, trust me, my life's exciting enough without you stirring up trouble." I scoffed, but the corners of my mouth twitched upwards in a reluctant smile.
"But, perhaps I'm the kind of trouble you need."
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Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances.
Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot.
Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few.
Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see.
What will happen when their paths cross?
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1 𝐨𝐟, 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
"𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎."
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Chapter: Chapter Eleven Ashley POV "So, everything's been okay here?" Tyson's tone went a bit tense as he walked towards my closet. "Yeah." I admitted, watching him open my closet and then close it again. "I only skipped classes because my dad needed an extra hand at work and he wanted some father-daughter time." "Good girl." He paused, walking over to my desktop setup and he added, "But, you know, you should really warn a guy before showing up in a bikini." "Maybe next time." I smirked, the room suddenly feeling warmer. "I will hold you to that." He told me, leaning against the desk. "Did you miss me at all last week, by the way?" "You wish." I scoffed as I stood up to catch my hair in a messy bun. Tyson grinned, watching me tie up my hair. "Oh, come on, love, admit it. You missed me a little." "Keep dreaming, loser." I told him with a light chuckle, folding the towel and resting it on my bed. He held his hands up in mock surrender. Then after a quiet moment, he asked, "So, what's the plan for
Last Updated: 2025-08-31
Chapter: Chapter TenAshley POV It was finally the weekend! I hadn't been to campus last week, my dad needed my help at his office, so we ended up having a "take your child to work" week. I figured he just wanted some father-daughter time, but he could only express it through business. We hardly ever get to spend time together, but I always try to avoid complaining. The same goes for my stepmother, she's hardly around, mostly caught up in her world of fashion and modeling. We don't get along much, so it's usually just me and Gracie, the housemaid, in this mansion. After watching a movie in the entertainment room, I decided to relax by the pool in the backyard, slipping into my black bikini. I dove in and as I surfaced, I flicked my wet hair back and started to float, letting the water support me. "Ashley." I heard a voice and turned to see Gracie, the housemaid approaching from the back door. I swam to the edge of the pool and pulled myself out as she handed me a towel. "Someone is here to se
Last Updated: 2025-08-31
Chapter: Chapter NineAshley POV "Doesn’t have to be mutual today. There’s always tomorrow...or the day after that." He reached out and tilted my chin. Reflex kicked in and I smacked his hand away without hesitation. Mason was glaring and Chase was already rising from his seat. "Start moving." Ivan’s smile faded a notch. "Come on, don’t be like that..." "Ivan." That notorious voice interjected. We all turned as Tyson approached the table, that lazy, arrogant smirk on his face. He walked right up to Ivan and ruffled his hair like some annoying older brother. Ivan flinched and instantly shot up from the table, clearly uncomfortable. "What do you think you’re doing?" Tyson asked, still smiling, but the threat behind it was razor-sharp. Ivan didn’t answer. I just sat there, watching the tension shift the air around us. Tyson didn’t even look at me, but somehow...I knew he’d come because of me. "Nothing...sorry," Ivan muttered, stepping back. "I was just checking in. Everything’s good." Without wait
Last Updated: 2025-06-11
Chapter: Chapter EightAshley POVI rubbed the back of my neck, my body practically begging for a nap as I trudged down the hall. My eyes fluttered shut for half a second, just enough to not see the person directly in front of me.I walked right into him."Um...what are you doing?" A guy's voice asked, amused.I blinked up, already expecting some sarcastic remark or an annoyed grunt."Waiting for you to snap at me." I said honestly, stepping back and taking in his features. Dark brown hair styled in a drop fade, strong jaw, brown eyes that flicked over me curiously."Well, my name is Mason." He said with a soft chuckle, clearly not offended.Mason. The same one Chase and Tyson mentioned?I tilted my head slightly. "Ashley. I’m guessing you’re one of Tyson’s pals?" He nodded once."And you’re the new girl who told him off?" He asked, his eyes narrowing with interest.I smirked proudly and nodded again.He burst out laughing. "That was so fucking hilarious." I blinked, surprised.He noticed. "What, you tho
Last Updated: 2025-06-11
Chapter: Chapter Seven Ashley POV The next morning... Stepping onto campus, I made my way to my locker, ignoring the few lingering whispers still floating around from yesterday's prank. I wasn't worried. If Tyson had figured out it was me, he would’ve already tracked me down. But since I hadn’t heard a word from him yet, I knew he was still fuming, still searching. And that made it all the more satisfying. As my fingers keyed in the code to my locker, my eyes flickered down the hall. That’s when I spotted him—Tyson, pressed up against some girl, his hands tangled with hers at his locker like they were in their own little world. I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking away before he could catch me staring. I focused on retrieving my books for my first class, shutting my locker with more force than necessary. A tap on my shoulder made me turn and I found Chase standing there. "Hey." I greeted, shifting the books in my arms as I leaned casually against my locker. "How have you been?" He asked, his
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
Chapter: Chapter Six Ashley POV The moment I saw Tyson pulling into the campus parking lot that morning, I knew it was time. Leaning against the entrance, I pretended to scroll through my phone as he parked his bike near the usual spot. He swung his leg over, adjusted his leather jacket and ran a hand through his hair before heading toward the main building—completely oblivious to what I had planned. I waited until the coast was clear. With a quick glance around, I casually made my way to the parking lot, my heart pounding with excitement. A few students were nearby, but no one was paying attention to me. Perfect. Reaching Tyson’s bike, I pulled my bag around and retrieved the supplies—two full rolls of industrial-strength plastic wrap and a giant container of glitter. Working fast, I looped the plastic wrap around the bike, layering it over the handlebars, seat and wheels until the entire thing was trapped like a wrapped-up sandwich. Then came the best part. I popped open the container and s
Last Updated: 2025-03-04