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Alejandro spent years trying to bring the mafia down. Now he’s living under the roof of one. After a dangerous encounter leaves him at the mercy of the powerful crime family he once tried to expose, Alejandro expects prison… or a bullet. Instead, he finds himself entangled with Miguel de Luca—the ruthless heir to the empire he hates. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. Miguel should be Alejandro’s enemy. But the deeper Alejandro is pulled into Miguel’s world of secrets, blood debts, and power struggles, the harder it becomes to remember which side he’s on. Because behind the mafia prince’s iron control is a man who watches him like he’s something worth protecting. And that might be the most dangerous thing of all. When betrayal begins to spread through the family ranks and assassins close in from every direction, Alejandro must decide: Expose the empire he swore to destroy… Or risk everything for the man who now holds his heart—and possibly his life—in his hands. In the mafia, loyalty is currency. Love? That can get you killed.

After a regrettable one-night stand with the school’s golden boy, Roman Knight, Reyna’s world turned upside down. When Roman denied ever knowing her, she was left heartbroken, bullied, shamed, and forced to watch her reputation crumble. Giving her first time to someone who tossed her aside made everything worse. Years later, Reyna Styles is no longer the shy, broken girl, she’s the most sought-after fashion designer in the country, exuding confidence and power. When fate brings Roman back into her life, he acts friendly, but Reyna brushes him off, coolly pretending she doesn’t remember him at all. Now that she’s the one in control, the tables have truly turned. But has Reyna really closed her heart to the boy who once shattered her, or is there still a flicker of old feelings hiding beneath her icy exterior?

What could possibly be describe as your worst nightmare?. I will tell you, my worst nightmare could be describe as seeing my boyfriend and my twin sister... 'Together' in prom. It was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life, kelvin had told me he had a surprised planned out. I did get my surprise, but it wasn't the kind of surprise I was expecting. Till this very day, I have terrible scary dream of that night. It could be tagged as a nightmare. Well.. now I'm a full grown lady, when I mean full. I mean really fat. You see, this is the difference between my sister and I. She's the pretty one, and I am.. I'm the ugly fat one. Ever since I was a child, everyone has favoured her much more than me. Even my parents loves her more than me . It sucks, I know. Just when I thought I would be living a really boring and unloved life, I met Jason. He is handsome, He is chivalrous, and has this funny charming character. And the last of his quality, he has his own company. He is a freaking Billionaire. At first, I wasn't quite taking by jason.. so I gave him the cold shoulder's. But Jason wasn't the kind of man to give up. To him, I was another business opportunity that he needs to get at all cost. I guess because he saw it that way, that was why he was very committed. I did end up falling him, we got married really quickly. And then, I thought that I have found my life long partner. But unknown to me, Jason had a secret, a secret that shouldn't get out in the open. To hide this secret, jason got married to me. This time, the dream's on me!

During Christmas break, my boyfriend, Trevor Hayes, asks me to stop by and feed the dog that his childhood friend, Evelyn Summers, keeps at her place. I bring a bag of kibble over. But the second I open the door, a huge pit bull lunges at me and bites into my face and arms. Luckily, a neighbor hears me screaming and pulls me out of its jaws, but the damage is already done. The scars will stay with me forever. I break down, but Trevor blames me instead. "You must've done something wrong when you fed Mojo and set him off. You just got a scar, but Mojo's dead!" The weight of it all crushes me until I climb a rooftop and jump. After dying, I see Trevor holding Evelyn in his arms. "Honey, you're so clever. Starving Mojo for a few days really worked. Now, she's dead. We can finally be together." When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Trevor asks me to go feed that dog.

A week before summer break, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart threw a fit, insisting on going to Tanond to watch a strip show. She even convinced our entire class to go with them. I kept warning them that it was not safe, that it could be some kind of new scam, and begged them not to go. When they refused to listen, I secretly reported it to the police. On the day of their departure, the police stopped them right at customs. A few days later, a male stripper suddenly went viral overnight. When she found out about it, she got so furious her eyes turned red. “It’s all Zoey’s fault! If it weren’t for her, we could’ve seen an international superstar's strip show!” On the first day we went back to school, they drugged me and made ten men teach me how to dance. “Didn’t you stop us from watching a strip show? Then you can perform one for us yourself.” The next day, my photos of strip show were all over social media. After that, I jumped off a building out of despair. When I opened my eyes again, it was once again the day his little sweetheart demanded that trip to Tanond.

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.

On the way home during the holidays, my fiance's sister-in-law, Pamela Kensington, brings out an electric pot that requires 2,000 watts in order to function so that she can cook some meatballs. "The sockets in the electric car are meant for us to use, no? If we can't have hot food during our trips, then what's the use of having an electric car in the first place?" My fiance, Mason Vance, who is driving, doesn't bother to stop Pamela. Instead, he helps her fill up the pot with water while smiling. In my previous life, I had strictly stopped them from cooking meatballs and told them that we didn't have enough power left in the electric car. If they were to cook the meatballs, the car would stop in the middle of the journey, and we wouldn't be able to make it home. Pamela, who tagged along for the ride, thought that I refused to let her son have a piping hot meal, so she began criticizing me. Mason, on the other hand, thought that I was being too much of a busybody. He slapped me in front of everyone before pushing me out of the car. I was frozen to the bone in the blizzard as I watched everyone else leave me behind happily. In the end, I died from hypothermia. When I woke up again, I realized I'd returned to the moment when Pamela is about to plug the electric pot into the socket. This time, I hand her a power strip. "Go ahead and use this power strip. It can channel more power for your meatballs to cook quickly."

On our Christmas break road trip, my cousin Felix Lloyd spotted some high-powered speakers at a highway rest stop. He had to have them—said he wanted to "blast it." "It's Christmas. We finally get to see everyone! We need some vibe!" My wife, Lana Ramsey, smiled and helped him pay. "Young people have energy. They know how to enjoy life." I yanked the power cord out. "Those aren't for regular cars. This is an EV. Overload it, and the whole system fries. Then what—just stuck in the middle of nowhere?" Lana's parents, Vincent and Donelia, booed me, calling me a buzzkill. Felix cranked the volume all the way up. Lana glared at me. "Say one more word and get out. I'll drive." Later, the speakers fried the battery system. We were stranded in total darkness on a rough mountain road. They finished the last of the food, then shoved me out to "go find help." I slipped, rolled down the slope, and died. When I opened my eyes, I was back—right when Felix jammed the speaker plug into the charging port. I grabbed a few more subwoofers and handed them over. "One isn't enough. Add more. That's how you really crank it."

Ira gave everything to her marriage— her loyalty, her love, her soul. But on their third wedding anniversary, she witnessed her husband cheating on her with her twin sister, Myra. Suffocated and desperate to break free from this cage, Ira wants only one thing, Freedom, even if it means death. But the Moon Goddess has other plans. When fate places her in the path of Alpha Lucian, the most feared and powerful Alpha in North America, Ira makes a desperate move— she offers him a deal : one year of a contract marriage in exchange for his protection, and in return, she'll disappear from his life forever. Cold, dangerous and impossible to read, Lucian senses something about Ira that he can't ignore. As secrets unravel and sparks ignite, the line between protection and possession begins to blur. And Ira soon realizes...running from one Alpha may have led her straight into the arms of a far more dangerous one. Will she survive this new arrangement— or lose her heart in a deal meant to protect it? Tropes- Mate Betrayal. Contract Marriage. Secret Pregnancy. Kickass Heroine. Mate Vs Chosen Love. Courtroom Drama. Magic elements and Ritual sacrifices.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”