Adele Sam Smith

I’m Isabella Russo, the mafia princess everyone loves to hate. Adrian Moretti—ice-cold underboss in a tailored suit—was sent to “discipline” me. I torched his villa, wrecked his meetings, even tried to make him lose control. At night, he did. Against glass, leather, marble—he taught me surrender and I hated how much I craved it. Then I learned the truth: Adrian was only a mask. His real name is Leon Moretti—heir to the empire and the fiancé promised to me since birth. It should have been a fairytale. Except my parents crowned a miracle sister who wasn’t a miracle at all. Elena slipped into my room, my heirloom, my future—and into his arms. When I was framed, caged in a walk-in freezer, whipped for a lie, he chose her. So I sold the engagement for $200M, left a single recording as proof, and vanished. By the time Leon becomes Don, he finally listens—to the tape that proves Elena’s an impostor… and to the echo of my footsteps leaving him for good. Now the most dangerous man in New York is done being careful. He’s hunting the woman he broke.

For years, Raven survived the Gonzales crime family’s control. But just as her debt nears its end, she’s forced into marriage with Marcus Gonzales—their dangerous, magnetic heir. Marcus breaks rules, rivals, and women. But he doesn’t want Raven broken. He wants her consumed. When a long-buried secret tied to her father’s death resurfaces, Raven becomes the key to a war between syndicates. And as Marcus’s obsession turns to something darker than love, she must decide if she’ll run from the monster… or rule beside him.

Blake is the kind of man people whisper about—ruthless on the road, fiercely loyal to his brothers, and carrying shadows of his own. He wasn’t looking for a woman to save, and Lucy wasn’t looking for a man to need. Yet something unspoken pulls them together, a slow-burn attraction edged with danger and longing. As the world of the Steel Vipers collides with the demons Lucy has tried to bury, trust becomes a weapon, and love a risk neither of them is sure they can afford. But when past and present threaten to destroy them both, Lucy and Blake will have to decide if they’re strong enough to fight not only for survival— but for each other.

“Shoot her, Luna, do it!” “I.. I can't.. She is my mother” Luna, a divorcee, and Maverick, a widower who decided to join forces together to bring down their enemies are faced with lots of setbacks, twists, turns, and surprises. Will they conquer their enemies, or will they be conquered? Will their love conquer all or will their past lives ruin them forever? Dive into this story of love, hate, betrayal, backstabbing, and revenge.

“Run, Lylah! Run before they decide death suits you better!” Cast out. Betrayed. Branded as the enemy. Once the cherished daughter of Beta Dalton, Lylah Crossbow’s life crumbled when her father was executed for treason he never committed. Branded an outcast and scorned by her own pack, Lylah endures cruelty and isolation under her aunt’s oppressive rule. Her only comfort? Ethan, a fellow omega equally cast aside. But destiny doesn’t care about social rank or shattered hearts. It rips Lylah from the shadows and throws her into the merciless spotlight when a disastrous mating ball reveals her as the fated mate of Alpha Harris. Rejected and exiled, Lylah finds herself wandering the wilds, fighting for survival. Yet salvation comes from the most unexpected place—a ruthless pack ruled by a man thought dead. Lylah must navigate betrayal, ambition, and a war threatening to engulf everything she once knew. As secrets unravel and alliances are tested, Lylah must find the strength to rise from the ashes of her past. Because this time, she’s not just fighting for herself. She’s fighting for revenge. And she’s not fighting alone.

I was the perfect wife. The Senator’s daughter. The woman who smiled while her world burned. For three years, I played the part. I ignored the lipstick on my husband’s collar, the late nights, and the cold indifference. I accepted the "open marriage" I never asked for, just to keep the peace. But peace is a lie. And tonight, I’m done playing by the rules. One night of rebellion at the city’s most exclusive underground club was supposed to be my escape. Instead, it was a collision course with the past. The Mercer Brothers. Silas, the ruthless king. Dante, the violent enforcer. Julian, the beautiful psychopath. They were my brother’s best friends. The men who warned me to stay away. The monsters who run this city from the shadows. Six years ago, they told me to run. Tonight, they blocked the exit. I thought the night couldn't get worse—until I went home and found out the truth. My husband didn't just cheat on me. He gambled me away. He owes the Mercers millions, and he just offered me as the collateral. Now, I belong to them. They say they want to protect me. They say they want to ruin me for anyone else. Silas commands. Dante breaks. Julian corrupts. I thought I was walking into a prison, but as the walls close in, I realize the terrifying truth: I’m not the victim in this story. I’m the weapon they’ve been waiting for.

El día que se suponía que iba a ser mi boda, la novia no era yo. La ceremonia que había esperado durante cinco años se convirtió en una broma cuando Valentina, mi hermana, caminó por el pasillo de mármol con un vestido de novia blanco. Su brazo estaba entrelazado con el de Luca, el hombre que se suponía que me estaría esperando en el altar. —Lo siento, Bianca —dijo suavemente—. Pero ya no eres la novia hoy. Luego se tocó el estómago; sus ojos brillaban de triunfo. —Estoy embarazada del hijo de Don Romano. Sus palabras detonaron dentro de mi cabeza, y el mundo entero se quedó en silencio. Como si temiera que no le creyera, levantó algo brillante hacia la luz. Una imagen de ultrasonido en blanco y negro. Se leía claramente: [Edad gestacional —12 semanas.] Mis ojos ardieron, las lágrimas escocieron mientras me giraba hacia Luca, buscando desesperadamente cualquier cosa. Una negación, una explicación, o un arrepentimiento. En cambio, él solo suspiró, agotado y resignado. —Bianca, lo siento —dijo con impotencia—. A Valentina no le queda mucho tiempo. Esta boda... era su último deseo. Te lo compensaré —añadió—. Podemos tener otra boda más tarde. Mi padre, Moretti, se paró detrás de él, con la misma expresión severa que había usado toda mi vida. Nunca lo he visto sonreírme, ni siquiera una vez. —Bianca —dijo bruscamente—, tu hermana se está muriendo. Déjala tener esto. Mi hermano asintió sin decir una sola palabra, como si eso fuera suficiente para ser una respuesta sólida. Toda mi vida, la habían elegido a ella, sus lágrimas, sus caprichos y sus necesidades, por encima de las mías. Hoy no era diferente. Algo dentro de mí se rompió silenciosamente. Bien. Si nadie en esta familia se preocupa por mí, me iré.

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes under candlelight, whispering her name—the name of the woman who had let me die. When he finally learned the truth—that every tear she shed was rehearsed, every promise she made was poison— he destroyed everything. Her lies. Her wealth. Her family name. His own empire. But none of it brought me back.

Max was resigned to the fact that he was never going to meet his fated mate. He was reaching close to 30 now and his pack was pressuring him to take a chosen mate. Everyone was more than aware that moon madness was only just around the corner. That is until he met her, the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor though. She wasn't a Werewolf. Can Max sweep her off her feet the conventional way before he loses his mind? Will the neighboring packs realize his fated mate is human and dispose of her, sealing Max's fate and putting his pack up for the taking? or will she run as soon as he shares his secret with her?

In the fifth year of loving Gabriel, he inherited his late brother’s title as Vampire Lord— along with his brother’s widow, Chloe, the former Blood Queen, and, by blood and law, my kin-by-covenant. Every time he returned from her chambers, Gabriel would hold me gently and whisper, “Isabella, Chloe is only my Chosen Consort. Once she carries and delivers the Scion of the Blazetooth Coven, I will bind myself to you through a Blood Bond.” He said it was the only condition his family demanded for him to ascend as Vampire Lord. During the six months after we returned to Blazetooth Coven, he answer her summons a hundred times. At first, once a month. Then once a week. And eventually, every single night. On the hundredth night I stayed awake waiting for him, Chloe finally conceived. The news arrived together with another announcement— Gabriel and Chloe would soon be bound by Blood. My son looked up at me, confused and innocent. “Mom… didn’t they say Dad would form a Blood Bond with the Blood Queen he loves? Why hasn’t he come to take us home yet?” “Because,” I said softly, brushing my hand through his hair, “the Blood Queen he loves was never your mother.” “But that’s all right,” I added. “I’ll take you home. Our own home.” What Gabriel never realized was this— as the only daughter of a reigning Vampire King, I had never cared for the title of Blood Queen of Blazetooth Coven at all.