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Yūri: I was raised in this world of shadows, violence, and blood. It isn't the life I would choose, but I don't get a choice. I'm my father's only child and heir. I've been groomed to lead our clan's yakuza. I want to be free. And one way or another, I'm going to be. I just need to get away from my family and avoid the sexy detective who's on my tail. Hibiki: This case could make or break my career. I'm pretty sure my captain gave me the Kitsune case just to see me fail. No one has been able to catch her, and now I'm expected to. It would be easier to focus on the case if I could stop daydreaming about that naked protestor. I didn't even get her name. This book is a prequel/sequel to The Princes of Ravenwood. You do not need to have read The Princes of Ravenwood to enjoy this book, but it is encouraged. Ravenwood Series Reading Order: Book 1 - The Princes of Ravenwood Book 2 - Chasing Kitsune Book 3 - Expect The Unexpected Book 4 - Out Of My League Book 5 - Man's Best Wingman

!!Mature content 18+!! "Your wife wouldn't like this would she Mr. Dalton?" I teased trailing kisses up his neck his hands gripping my ass. "Exactly why we're doing it sweetheart" When nineteen-year-old Anna dances for a stranger in the shadows of a VIP room, she never expects him to grip her waist like he owns her or to show up the next day wearing a suit, a wedding ring, and her father’s name on his payroll. Reid Dalton is the sin she’s not supposed to want: her dad’s boss, her new employer… and the man who makes her come undone with just a look. He buys her body with a contract, takes her breath with every touch, and ruins her with every whispered command. Their affair burns hot, reckless, and forbidden, until it explodes. Two years pass. Anna’s stronger now. Colder. Over him. Or so she thinks… until he steps back into her life with that same voice, those same eyes, and a need just as dangerous as before. She knows his hands. He knows her mouth. But this time, she’s not his to control and he’ll have to break more than rules to win her back.

People does hardworking, tiring and stressful workloads everyday while Ethel just need to sway her hips and she'll earn money. She is an entertainer, she has the confidence to dance naked publicly because she convinced herself that if she won't work today, they'll starve tomorrow. Everything about her life was repetitive until he met Terrius, the rich man who wants her for himself.

I fought my sister, Anna, for two lifetimes to become the Donna. In my first life, I got what I wanted. I became Lorenzo's woman. People said he loved me as if I were the air in his lungs. When he learned that I loved to dance, he bought an entire ballet company to keep me onstage. Then he broke my legs. He confined me to a wheelchair and displayed me like an ornament. One day, he brushed his fingers across my face and finally told me the truth. "I've seen enough dancing," he said. "And the one I truly love was never you." I died in that room, swallowed by despair. In my second life, I stepped aside and gave the Donna's seat to Anna. "You go," I told her. "The one Lorenzo really loves is you." I believed that choice would save us. I believed Anna would have the happy ending I never did. Five years later, they sent her back. Her legs were intact this time, but she couldn’t move them either. Lorenzo no longer treated her as a person. He had turned her into a ballerina statue, encased in plaster and posed at what he called her most beautiful moment, frozen in place. His men delivered the message without a trace of feeling. "He got tired of watching the younger sister dance," they said. "So he preserved her at her most beautiful." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in my third life. Once more, the Don's men delivered a ballet invitation. Anna and I stared at it. The same question burned in both of us. If neither of us was the one he loved, then who was Lorenzo really watching?

When Elara Hayes stepped into the Valcourt Foundation gala in a borrowed red gown, she expected to serve drinks and disappear into the background. She did not expect Adrian Valcourt, the cold and untouchable billionaire heir, to cross the room and ask her to waltz. One dance. One moment. One mistake she can’t take back. Because Adrian didn’t choose her by chance. After the gala, he pulls her into his world with an offer she can’t afford to refuse. But the closer Elara gets to him, the more she feels it the tension he’s trying to ignore, the secrets he refuses to speak, and the danger circling them both. Someone wants her gone. Someone knows what Adrian is hiding. And someone is willing to hurt her to keep the past buried. He should stay away from her. She should fear him. But betrayal hides behind the walls he commands, and the closer she gets to the truth, the deeper she falls into a forbidden love that could destroy them both. When the real enemy steps out of the shadows… Will he protect her, or sacrifice her to save the Valcourt legacy?

She ran from a killer. She fell for his enemy. Zara Okafor was Lagos's most celebrated ballroom dancer until she watched her fiancé, Senator Emeka Okonkwo, execute a man in cold blood and smile. She ran. Changed her name. Buried the girl who believed in fairy tales. Now she teaches waltz to wealthy widows in Abuja, invisible and safe. Until he walks in. Dante Nwosu doesn't enter rooms—he claims them. Ruthless heir to a blood-soaked empire, he needs a dance instructor for his sister's wedding. What he wants, he takes. And he wants her. Zara recognizes the danger in his eyes—the same cold calculation from the night her world ended. She refuses. He persists. One dance. One contract. One month. But Dante isn't just a powerful stranger. He's the son of the kingpin she escaped. Her old fiancé now a powerful senator knows she's alive. He wants her silenced. Dante should hand her over. He burns the world instead. In the space between a waltz and a war, the man everyone fears has a fracture in his armor and she's the only one who knows where to strike. The enemy of her enemy becomes obsession. The reason she stops running and starts fighting. But love in the dark doesn't come clean. Every truth is a chain. Every secret costs blood. And the final dance—where the music stops and the guns come out—demands a price neither can afford. Some dances you survive. Some you die for. This one might be both. The Last Dance… Dark Romance. Mature Content. For fans of enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity, and heroines who fight back.