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By day, Julian Vane is the king of Blackwood City. He is the untouchable billionaire in the bespoke charcoal suits, the genius architect of hostile takeovers, and the man whose cold, sapphire gaze makes the most powerful CEOs tremble. As his executive assistant, Elena has spent two years mastering the art of staying professional while drowning in the scent of his expensive sandalwood and the magnetic pull of his presence. She thought she knew every secret in his ledger. She was wrong. By night, the suit comes off, and the beast comes out. Beneath the pristine white silk hides a canvas of ink and scars. Behind the corporate facade is the ruthless President of the Iron Vulture Syndicate—the city's deadliest outlaw motorcycle gang. Julian doesn't just run companies; he runs the streets with a heavy chain and a blood-stained patch. One wrong turn changes everything. When Elena’s car breaks down in the wrong district, she witnesses the side of Julian Vane the world was never meant to see: a man of leather and grease, commanding a legion of killers with brutal authority. He should have silenced her. He should have let the Syndicate handle the "liability." Instead, he corners her in a rain-slicked alley, the roar of his chopper still vibrating in the air. His ultimatum is simple and devastating: "Join the ride, sweetheart, or be mine anyway. You've seen the vulture beneath the suit—now you have to live with the predator." Now, Elena is trapped between two worlds. In the boardroom, he’s the demanding boss who expects perfection. In the clubhouse, he’s the dark master who demands total submission. Elena realizes that Julian doesn't just want her silence. He wants to ruin her. And the most terrifying part? She’s starting to want it, too.

​"Your father doesn’t own you anymore, Velvet… I do. Every breath. Every moan. Every dripping inch of you. ​I’ve spent years dreading the return of the Wolf. ​To the world, Xavier Mattoe is my stepbrother. To me, he is the predator who has been stalking me from the shadows since I was a child. Now that I’m eighteen, the game of cat and mouse is over. ​When the Bratva storms our gala, the mask finally slips. My father didn't just lose his money; he sold my soul to settle a debt. But Xavier has a different contract. One signed in ink, blood, and a "Velvet" obsession that borders on insanity. ​He’s taller, darker, and more dangerous than any Russian hitman. And he has a choice for me: The gun or the ring. ​I thought I wanted to be free. But as the world burns around us, I’m starting to realize that the only thing more terrifying than being Xavier's prisoner... is wanting to stay. ​He is the villain of my story, and I am his filthy little secret READY To BURN FOR YOUR STEPBROTHER?💋 (One click and you’ll never escape his touch.)

In my last life, my boyfriend’s adoptive sister, Lexi, asked to borrow my jacket at a class party. I lent it to her. The next day, she bullied another girl and pushed her off a rooftop to her death. The security cameras didn't catch her face, but the limited-edition custom jacket she was wearing—my jacket—made me the prime suspect. I tried to explain, but Lexi just threw herself into my boyfriend Preston’s arms, looking utterly wronged. "Vanessa, I know you're upset that Preston pays more attention to me, but you can't just frame me like this." Then Preston pulled out a video. The person pushing the girl off the roof and running away in a panic… it was my face, clear as day. "Vanessa," he said, his voice laced with disgust. "You're a monster." Consumed by grief, the victim's family pushed me out of a window to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Lexi asked to borrow my jacket. This time, I wasn't just going to say no. I was going to send Preston and Lexi straight to hell. What they didn't know was that I am the only daughter of the Falcone family, the most powerful mafia in New York.

I, Calista Summers, have been in a secret relationship with Vernon Grayson, the boss of the biggest mafia organization in Merdico for five years. To others, Vernon is the epitome of a perfect gentleman, cold yet aloof, attractive yet abstaining from women. With a net worth in the tens of billions, he holds a lot of power. He has also kept himself scandal-free since the start of time. However, not many know that I am his only exception. I am the team captain of the cheerleading squad at Duke City College. I am known to be brave, straightforward, and passionate about everything. Vernon is a whole decade older than I am. He is mature and dangerous, but those are the exact qualities that draw me to him every time. He always lets me rest my head in his lap while in the back of his limited-edition Rolls-Royce, kisses every inch of my body before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, and takes my breath away in hidden toilet cubicles at major public charity galas. And every time, he's so gentle with me that I keep mistaking his doting on me as his love for me. Yet, he can also get cruel and merciless with me, making me beg and whine at his mercy. As for me, I was really falling for him because Vernon never lets any other woman get close to him. He chooses me every single time, and I believe that's what true love is. However, things change when his first love, Samara Horton, returns from Urop. Vernon starts showing me his cold, aloof side that leaves no room for argument. He stops being gentle with me, his mask falls away to reveal his true colors, and he no longer treats me as his equal who shares his world. At that moment, I finally realize that I am nothing more than a dirty secret he needs to keep hidden from the rest of the world. I am but a pawn that he can easily cast away at his convenience. I choose to put an end to our secret relationship altogether. I leave, taking nothing of his with me except for the baby in my womb. The baby is his heir, but he doesn't even know that he exists.

I'm a half-baked forensic examiner whose only redeeming quality is the ability to understand animals. The crime scene is inside a lavish villa. The lady of the house lies dead on the floor with a blunt-force injury to the back of her head so deep that her bone is visible. The safe has been pried open, and a million dollars in cash has vanished without a trace. Clear shoe prints mark the backyard wall, evidence that someone has climbed over it. "This one's clear as day. This is a textbook robbery-homicide. The suspect is likely a young male, around six feet tall, has a prior theft record, and knows how to cover his tracks. Check the surveillance footage in the area and look into places where he might've moved the stolen cash." The director of the forensic science center, Egbert Woodward, has been in the profession for three decades and is a widely respected authority. The officers at the scene nod in unison and begin taking notes. I'm the only one who stares at the 30 flies circling the ceiling for a full 3 minutes before taking a step forward and piping up, "Dr. Woodward, this isn't a robbery-homicide. It's a crime of passion. The murderer is the victim's husband!"

My daughter, Jane Lavoy, ranks first among her peers in the city for the SAT. Her graduation banquet is being held at the most expensive underwater restaurant in town. With less than an hour before the banquet begins, my wife, Mandy Schilller, who is in charge of coordinating the event, is nowhere to be found. My widowed brother-in-law, Zachary Grant, is also missing. As I walk toward the massive aquarium in the center of the dining hall, a barrage of floating comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "That annoying supporting male character is such an idiot! He definitely has no idea that his wife and widowed brother-in-law are hiding inside the aquarium right now." "Aww, there's just no holding back true love! They can't even wait until the banquet starts in an hour. The female lead, Mandy, has even put on a revealing mermaid costume, while Zachary is wearing a deep-V sea god outfit. Their mermaid romance role-play is just too adorable!" "It's a little dangerous, though. Mandy can't swim at all, and Zachary barely knows how. The aquarium is still half-filled with water, so he's holding her up underwater and giving her mouth-to-mouth! Stupid husband, hurry up and get lost! Stop getting in the way of their true love!" I freeze. I'm the stupid husband? And my wife and my widowed brother-in-law are sneaking and fooling around at my daughter's graduation banquet?