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Violet Harlow is out of options when she signs a one-year contract to work inside Cain House, the private estate of billionaire CEO and widower Theodore Cain. The offer sounds like survival: high pay, housing, protection, and a chance to finally breathe. But Cain House is no ordinary mansion, and Theodore is no ordinary man. Cold, dominant, and dangerously controlled, he gives Violet rules she is expected to obey. But Violet is independent, stubborn, and terrible at surviving quietly. What she does not know is that the contract was written by Theodore’s dead wife, Eleanor Cain. Hidden inside it is a clause that could make Violet trustee of the Widow’s Fund, a billion-dollar foundation holding the Cain family’s darkest secrets. If Violet lasts one year, she gains control of the one thing the family would kill to protect. Everyone wants Violet gone. Theodore needs her to stay. But he cannot tell her why. In this dark romance filled with mystery, steamy forbidden love, betrayal, and shocking twists, Violet realizes Theodore may not be the monster in the story. He may be the prisoner. And saving him could destroy them both. #DarkRomance #Steamy #Mystery #CEO #Dominant #Independent #ContractMarriage #ForbiddenLove #Twist #Billionaire #Widower #Betrayal #FamilySecrets #Possessive #GothicRomance

The tale of a widow's harrowing journey through grief and peril into the cold remnants of a dead world. Damon Sharpe had in part found victory, he believed, in his battle to unearth a truth obscured by time. By autumn, he was dead, leaving to his wife Anne a house of unfulfilled wishes, remnants, and the key to the enigma of his obsession, the Mourner’s Cradle. A journey through grief and peril delivers Anne Sharpe from her home in St. Charles to the faraway skeletons of a long-dead civilization where she will find the desperate answers she seeks…or die trying. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

A secret society of widows. A cold billionaire with a deadly past. One woman sent to seduce him... and destroy him. When Genevieve Holloway buries her husband, she thinks the worst is behind her. But the black-veiled woman at the funeral of her husband says otherwise. “You’ve been chosen.” Drawn into a shadowy society of grieving wives turned silent assassins, Genevieve is given one final task before she can walk free: infiltrate the life of Dominic Rourke—the enigmatic tech billionaire tied to her husband’s mysterious death—and expose the truth. Her mission is clear: seduce him. Infiltrate him. Ruin him. But Dominic Rourke is nothing like she expected. Cold. Calculating. Unreachable. And he’s never let any woman get close—until her. Worse still, his five-year-old daughter clings to Genevieve like a lost soul, whispering secrets she shouldn’t know. Secrets about her dead mother… and the club Genevieve now serves. The deeper Genevieve sinks into Dominic’s world, the more dangerous her own becomes. The women she trusted have blood on their hands. The man she was sent to destroy might be innocent. And the lies that bind them all go deeper than any grave. Genevieve begins to develop feelings for the man she’s sent to ruin, and he sees himself letting go of his cold nature to make her happy and find her husband’s killer. In a game of power, seduction, and betrayal, only one can survive. And Genevieve must decide: Is she the hunter or the hunted? Will she be Dominic’s ruin, or will she become his everything?

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

They say a wedding dress is a promise of forever. Mine felt like a shroud for the girl I used to be. I was sold into a marriage to pay for my father’s sins, expecting my wedding night to end in fear under Don Moretti. Instead, I got a massacre. Before the champagne was even poured, the doors were forced open by the city’s most feared man—Dante “The Butcher” Vane. He didn’t come to save me. He came to claim what he believed was already his. By sunrise, my husband was dead, my family home reduced to ashes, and I was taken into the hands of the man who had been watching me from the shadows long before I knew his name. “Your father didn’t just owe the Don,” he said quietly, his touch calm but controlling. “He owed me. And I’ve decided you’re the only payment I will accept.” Now I live inside his fortress—a gilded prison where fear and desire blur into something I cannot fully understand. Dante is a tyrant, a man built on power and control, who calls himself my protector while keeping me trapped in his world. But as fragments of the past begin to surface, I realize the truth is far more complicated than I was told. And the man who destroyed my life might also be hiding the key to it. Because if I am truly the widow he created… Then I may not be as powerless as he believes.

The Thornes built their aromatherapy business generations ago, but their ancestors made a fatal mistake and brought down a divine curse. For ninety-nine generations, every Thorne heir drew their punishment on their eighteenth birthday. Julian Thorne was the last. He drew the worst punishment: death from hemorrhage in ten months. The only way to break it was to marry a witch from the Old Bloodline and complete the life transference ritual. The witch inscribes a sigil on a parchment and infuses the child's blood essence on it, and the curse transfers to the parchment. I was that witch. My family owed the Thornes a blood debt going back three generations, so I married Julian, gave him a child, and performed the ritual to save his life. I was terrified of missing the ritual window, so I didn't even use anesthesia as the baby was cut out of my womb. However, Julian drove ninety-nine soul spikes into my body while I was still bleeding from the delivery, then set me on fire. "Miriam is the real heir. You're nothing but a fraud who wanted to marry up. "You drove her into the wilderness to protect your position. She went into labor alone and died with the baby. Even dying, she thought of me. She finished the ritual and saved my life. "You deceived my father. I'm destroying your soul. You'll pay for what you did to them." He ignored my screaming while he drained our newborn's blood essence. I watched helplessly as my child's life faded. Then I was nailed to a cross and burned until there was nothing left. When I opened my eyes, I was back on my wedding day.