The House Of Bernarda Alba

Maya de Cruz thought the worst thing that could happen before her wedding was catching her fiancé cheating on her. She was wrong. One reckless night with Rhysand Bernadi, her fiancé’s dangerous older brother, changed the course of her entire life. By morning, Maya disappeared without a word, carrying a secret powerful enough to destroy two old-money families. Five years later, Maya has rebuilt herself in Los Angeles as the owner of De Cruz Atelier, a luxury event company trusted by celebrities, billionaires, and people rich enough to turn scandals into PR strategy. Her life is controlled, successful, and carefully protected around the one thing that matters most: her son, Aiden. Then Maya is hired for the biggest project of her career. Designing Rhysand Bernadi’s wedding. Rhysand is no longer the reckless heir she left behind in Hawaii. He’s colder now. More powerful. More dangerous. And the moment he sees Maya again, it becomes painfully clear that neither of them ever truly moved on. As old attraction resurfaces, family tensions explode, and anonymous threats begin appearing around Maya’s life, the past she buried starts clawing its way back to the surface. Because someone knows what happened five years ago. And someone has been watching Maya for much longer than she realizes. The problem is no longer just the wedding. It’s the little boy with Rhysand’s eyes.

His hand slid down, under my shorts, finding me wet. He groaned, “Fuck, Bella…” He slides two fingers inside me, fucking me slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I whimpered. He kissed me quiet. “You're so wet,” he whispered. “Are you thinking about Noah? Or me?” “Both,” I admitted. He growled low in his throat, dropped to his knees, pulled my shots down, and spread my thighs. His mouth found my pussy. I cried out, running my hands through his hair. He licked long slow strokes, then sucked my clit. Fingers still pumping inside me. ## House Of Forbidden Desire mixes wild adventure with very intense, forbidden desire. It’s not just another drama. You follow this glamorous, powerful family, "the Maxwells," as they get pulled into a dangerous, mysterious world full of secrets, hidden obsession, and steamy temptations that test every relationship. ## Isabella, the youngest daughter, is caught in a web of temptation. Never meant to see what she saw that night. Her powerful father. In a stolen moment by the pool with the caretaker’s daughter. A truth that should have stayed hidden. This single moment changes everything. And she isn't the only one who saw. Her seductive stepmother draws her closer than is safe using her as a bait. Her step-twin brothers cross lines they swore they never would. A perfect sister risks her marriage for a secret affair. Her Brother abroad returns with sibling fantasies he can no longer hide and wishes to fulfill. An uncle’s charm masks intentions that could destroy the family. Sasha, Isabella’s best friend, hides jealousy behind friendship. A silent observer records every secret, ready to burn the family down. When temptation is fully unleashed… Who survives the fire?

Elena had her fate decided from the moment she was born as the young lady of a decadent family. In order to escape that fate, she accepts the offer of the young Duke, Ivar de Alba. As the Lady of House Alba, she finds herself entering a world she never imagined, filled with magic and secrets that the humans had long forgotten. In one of the highest positions of the empire, and with feelings blossoming for her new husband, Elena's life couldn't get any better, but Ivar still keeps a secret from her: he is the last son of a race that has been gone for centuries, and he will use everything he can to bring his people back, even it that means using her.

I am a maid in the Alarcón mansion. To the Patron and my mother, I am just a servant, but they don’t know my real plan. Every night at the Mascara Club, I put on a silver mask and work for the money that will buy my freedom and my law degree. Now, Mateo has returned from the US and Diego from the UK. Mateo spends his nights at the club, tracking the woman behind the mask, while Diego looks at me in my uniform and sees the girl he can’t forget. I am playing a role in both their lives while my mother carries a secret about the Patron that could burn this entire house down. I just need to get my money and get out before their games become my end.

Dario brought me a silver bracelet engraved with pomegranate blossoms when he returned from Madrid. He pulled me into his arms and nuzzled my temple with the tip of his nose, as tender as every reunion over the past seven years. "Mira, tell me, what does your family value most in a relationship?" I looked down at the bracelet on my wrist, sure he was finally about to keep his promise. Seven years earlier, he'd met me in a whitewashed town outside Granada, moved into the courtyard I'd inherited from my mother, and left a pair of handmade leather shoes beside the front door. I come from a Romani family, and my grandmother's side kept an old custom: when a man truly meant to make a place his home, he left a pair of shoes at the door. If the woman put them outside, the door was closed to him for good. I smiled and answered, "Sincerity, of course. " Dario kissed the side of my neck and chuckled. "I knew it. " "Sofia and I got married yesterday. She's carrying my brother Javier's baby, and the Vega family won't let its first grandchild be born without the Vega name." The smile froze on my face. "Then what are we? Nico is already four years old." He reached up to touch my cheek, soothing me as if I were a child who didn't know any better. "Since when did you start using a piece of paper to pressure people? Don't Romani families care more about family acceptance and building a life together? I never said I was leaving you. So what exactly are you upset about?" I looked at his self-righteous face and suddenly laughed. He had probably forgotten that those shoes were still by the door. My family had lived here for three generations. Yet the moment Dario needed me to excuse his betrayal, he reduced me to a Romani woman too ignorant of the law to deserve recognition in public. Now he simply dressed the same prejudice in a gentle voice and spoke it to my face. All I had to do was put those shoes outside. Then this courtyard, this home, and I would never wait for him again.

Due to Alexa’s broken heart, she was forced to return to the hacienda she had left seven years ago. She left and lived her life in the city because of Aslan. Aslan was a 33-year-old man adopted by her parents, but he became her mother’s affair. As much as possible, Alexa didn’t want to see the man anymore, the one who stole her inheritance and her mother. Aslan took everything that should have been hers. And now that she’s back at the Escobar hacienda, she would reclaim what was rightfully hers as the only child and sole heiress from the man everyone calls the rancher, who is actually a fake.