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When Las Vegas showgirl Sienna Vale witnesses billionaire casino heir Luca Moretti handling a dangerous mafia problem behind closed penthouse doors, she knows two things immediately: She's in Danger... And she's finally found her way into the spotlight. Luca needs a flawless public image to protect his casino empire from scandal. Sienna needs fames badly enough to risk everything for it. The solution is simple: fake a relationship designed for the cameras, the tabloids, and the elite world of Las Vegas society. But pretending to be the Casino King's glamorous new obsession quickly turns into something far more dangerous when a temporary arrangement becomes more. The rules were supposed to be simple: Play the perfect partner, protect the empire, rise to fame, and never fall in love. But in a city built on temptation, obsession is the most dangerous gamble of all.

On the third day of our graduation trip, my childhood sweetheart finally agreed to take pictures of me. But after only a few minutes, she frowned in frustration and lowered her camera. "Not a single one looks good." A classmate looked confused. "How is that possible? Every picture you take of Ethan turns out great." It hurt to hear that, but I stayed silent. Mabel lowered her camera and looked at me. "Forget it. Let's not take any more. You're just not very expressive. No matter how I photograph you, you always look ordinary." After saying that, she casually stopped a girl by the roadside who was holding a camera. "Hi, could you take a few pictures of him for me? I'll come back and pay you later." Before the girl could even answer, Mabel grabbed her camera and ran toward Ethan. The moment she pointed the camera at him, her mood brightened again. "Turn around and lower your head a little. That's it. You look great..." I stood there quietly, watching how naturally the two of them worked together. Suddenly, I remembered asking Mabel a long time ago, "Why do you always make me look so good in your pictures?" Back then, she had smiled as she fixed my hair. "Because there's love behind the camera. When you love someone, every picture turns out beautiful." Now I finally understood. She didn't love me anymore. Mabel and I had originally applied to colleges in Northfield together. I quietly took out my phone and changed my application to a university in the distant city of Portwell.

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.

Emma Hart thought she led an ordinary life—until a single mysterious message changes everything. When her phone flashes a countdown and a distorted voice warns her not to look outside, Emma realizes she’s caught in a deadly game she doesn’t understand. Shadows move faster than any human, storms rage with unnatural fury, and the city she calls home becomes a maze of fear and secrets. With only twelve minutes to act, Emma must uncover who—or what—is hunting her, why she was chosen, and how to survive when time itself seems to be against her. Racing against a relentless enemy, she discovers hidden powers, buried truths, and the shocking revelation that the world is far more dangerous than anyone could imagine. The Last Signal is a pulse-pounding thriller that blends suspense, supernatural mystery, and heart-stopping tension, asking one question: when the clock is ticking, who can you trust—and who is already watching from the shadows?

On the day my father died, his seven most trusted men all met violent deaths within the same twenty-four hours. Hugh Castillo sacrificed his legs to butcher the gang and put me in power. “Taz, don’t be scared. Those monsters are gone. You’re finally free.” In the years he lay paralyzed, I tried over a thousand experimental drugs and prayed at every church across the country. I hunted down every possible remedy, praying for just one that would bring him back to his feet. When Hugh learned of this, he swallowed a bottle of pills one night to end his life. After he was revived, he smiled and wiped the tears from my face. “Taz, I don’t want to be a dead weight. You deserve a better life than this.” That night, we held each other and wept. We swore that from then on, no matter what, we would never leave each other behind. But seven years later, a sweet-looking girl showed up at my door with a thousand photos I was never meant to see. “Every month, while you were praying to God in churches, Huey was busy trying out new positions with me. “Ms. Sheargold, don’t you know that used goods like you kill a man’s desire? It was no wonder he’d rather play the cripple than touch you.” I looked through every single photo, then put them up for auction underground.

Struggling artist Sofia Leonie has one shot at saving her father's life: sixty thousand dollars to impersonate Isabelle Ashworth, a missing heiress whose face she shares by an unsettling coincidence no one will explain. All she has to do is play the perfect fiancée for three weeks, seal a merger disguised as a marriage between the Ashworth and Alfie empires, and disappear with the money before anyone notices the difference. The role should be simple. It isn't. From the moment she signs the contract, Sofia is buried in a stranger's life — a childhood she never lived, a dead horse she never owned, a signature she has to make her own. But the closer she gets to becoming Isabelle, the more she realizes someone played this role before her, and vanished for asking the wrong questions. Her handler, Mia Stilio, knows details about Sofia's own life she should have no way of knowing. Her own father goes quiet every time she asks about the mother she never got to know. Then there's Arlo Alfie — cold, controlling, and far too perceptive for a marriage that was supposed to be strictly business. He notices what shouldn't be noticeable. He collects secrets like other men collect watches. And the more he unravels of Sofia's performance, the more she starts to wonder if he already knows exactly who she isn't — and is choosing, for reasons of his own, to let her keep pretending. Just as the lines between performance and truth begin to blur, a woman appears out of nowhere at the engagement gala, calling Sofia by Isabelle's name — and claiming to be a sister no file ever mentioned. Sofia came here to disappear into someone else's life long enough to save her father.