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Vivienne Laurent has everything money can buy — except freedom. Trapped in a glittering empire built by her late father and ruled by her ruthless stepmother, Vivienne lives behind glass walls no one else can see. When her childhood sweetheart reenters her world during a high-stakes business deal, old wounds reopen — and dangerous truths surface. In a world where love is leverage and loyalty has a price, Vivienne must decide whether she will remain a beautiful prisoner… or shatter the glass and claim her own future.

Blindfolded and placed on his knees, August has an affair with a stranger—another hook up at the club that leaves him sore, broken, and craving more. Accidentally, he gets a job as a live-in housekeeper in a glass house downtown, just a day after that hook-up. He encounters the hot, right-handed man Levi, whom he can't seem to resist. In the house, everything feels strange, as if eyes are watching and walls are listening. A stalker starts texting him, and he plays along with them. Unknown to him, the house is always watching. Slowly, he started having nightmares, seeing things of his past again, a part he thought he had buried. The house was jogging his memories. He sees a piece of his past in the house, a piece that belonged to his supposedly dead best friend, making him start asking questions about the actual owner of the house. August is trapped with, the anonymous texter that doesn't stop making endless demands, Levi the hot assistant, the flashbacks with the Stranger from the club, and an idea that his supposedly dead friend, might not be dead. This is a raw, unapologetically addictive dark book, where the only way out is deeper in.

When Alex takes a high-paying job under the notoriously controlling CEO, Rowan Vale, they know the environment will be intensebut nothing prepares them for the psychological grip Rowan holds over every employee. Rules are absolute. Loyalty is demanded. Escape is impossible. Alex quickly becomes a target of Rowan’s attention, pulled into a dangerous dynamic where power is constantly tested and boundaries are deliberately broken. What begins as manipulation turns into a volatile push-and-pull, charged with tension neither of them can ignore. But beneath Rowan’s cold dominance lies something fractured something eerily familiar to Alex. As secrets unravel, Alex discovers that Rowan is just as trapped as everyone else, bound by expectations, past trauma, and a system they didn’t create but now control. Their connection deepens into something raw and consuming, forcing both of them to confront their own cages emotional, psychological, and physical. Together, they begin to push against the walls that confine them, but freedom comes at a price. Because breaking out might mean destroying everything Rowan has built… and risking the fragile bond forming between them. In the end, they must choose: remain prisoners of their pasts or burn the entire system down to finally be free.

Dove Wallace saw the Mafia King kill a man, and that night changed everything for her. Elio Visconti doesn't keep witnesses alive. And yet, he keeps this one. Ninety days. Ten million dollars. Her silence, bought and bound. He swears he'll never take what isn't freely given, and she swears that she's a girl he can't buy. But somehow, she ends up being the girl who doesn't leave. Even when the doors are open. She stays. In Love's Darkest Cage. Some prisons are ones you never want to escape.

"I’ll marry you... but only if you save my mother," Melinda Jason whispered, her voice trembling with raw desperation as she stood before the intimidating billionaire Stanley Stewart. He looked at her with cold piercing eyes and replied, “Fine. But you’ll give me an heir. That’s the only reason I need a wife.” She ran to him with guts and reckless hope, signing the contract marriage that promised to save her dying mother. On their wedding night, however, Stanley tore away her virginity in the most humiliating way possible. “You’re nothing but a vessel,” he said coldly as he took her without emotion, leaving her shattered and bleeding on silk sheets. “Don’t expect love. This is a transaction!!” When Melinda discovered she was pregnant, she dared to hope again. “Maybe this baby will change everything,” she whispered to herself, gently touching her stomach. But fate delivered a brutal betrayal. She overheard Stanley speaking to his family: “She was only ever a breeding vessel. Once the child is born, we take him and dispose of her. She means nothing to me.” Heartbroken and furious, Melinda swore her child would never become a pawn in his dangerous mafia empire. She vanished without a trace, faking her death to protect her unborn baby. Six years later, the world knows her as Dr. Melinda Jason, a brilliant, untouchable neurosurgeon radiating power, beauty, and icy poise. Now the tables have turned. The man who once used her so cruelly is on his knees before her, his voice breaking as he begs, “Melinda… please. Give me a chance to make this right.” Will she destroy the billionaire who broke her… or finally do him to the fullest?

To punish me for losing my autistic younger brother, Ezra Clement, Mom locks me inside a custom-made steel box. The box is about 20 inches wide and is welded in place in the deepest corner in our basement. "There's a walkie-talkie inside. You'll stay in there until you admit that you deliberately left Ezra beside the human traffickers' van." She locks the lid, plunging me into darkness. For the first three days, I cry and beg through the walkie-talkie, trying to tell Mom that I only let go of Ezra's hand to lure the traffickers away from him. One of the traffickers has slashed me across the back, and the wound keeps bleeding and festering. But Mom refuses to listen to anything I have to say. All I hear are her furious accusations. "Evelyn, you're just jealous of Ezra. A vicious sister like you deserves to be locked in there until you die." On the fourth day, torrential rain floods the basement. Muddy water rises past my knees, soaking the knife wound on my back in filthy water. The pain is so unbearable that I claw at the metal walls until all ten of my fingernails tear and break. I desperately press the talk button. But all I hear from the other end is Mom's gentle voice coaxing Ezra to sleep. To prevent me from disturbing him, she powers it off. When the water that is mingled with the blood from my mangled fingers rises above my head and floods into my nose, I stop struggling. Mom has no idea that on the back of our family photo, I have written down my plan to work hard, earn money, and pay for Ezra's treatment. Helplessly, I think, "Mom, I confess. In my next life, I will never be your daughter again."