Alpha's Betted Bride

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later. I will not be dictated by a mandate to marry someone like Enzo De Luca, the sole heir of the Barone Clan. Despite his reputation for ruthlessness and his animosity towards the Marino’s, I refuse to be coerced into a marriage with a man I haven't seen in years. His grey eyes may have been my first love and my first heartbreak, but I will not allow him to break me. As the daughter of his greatest enemy, I am confident that I will not be bent to his will. The real question is not whether love can emerge from violence and hatred, but whether I will allow myself to be controlled in a perpetual struggle.

“Look at me.” I didn’t. A finger slid beneath my chin and forced my head up. “I said look at me.” His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The room felt smaller with him in it. Harder to breathe. Harder to think. “You don’t speak?” he asked softly. I shook my head. A slow smile touched his lips. “Good.” After betrayal stole her voice and the hospital stole her hope, she woke up in the back of a moving container… about to be sold. Dragged into Podolskaya territory… a city ruled by mafia bloodlines and silent brutality, she becomes property inside a fortress where fear is currency and mercy doesn’t exist. And at the center of it all stands Rai Mikalov. Cold, untouchable and dangerously observant He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t threaten. He simply decides. Unable to speak, and trapped in a world where weakness is hunted, she quickly learns one thing, silence can be a weapon. Or a death sentence. But Rai didn’t choose her by accident. And the reason why might be far more dangerous than being sold. In a world where fear feeds power and love is a liability… What happens when the most dangerous man in the room becomes obsessed with the one girl who cannot beg?

Harper, a 19-year-old art student accidentally photographs a reclusive 38-year-old tech billionaire committing a murder to protect his illegal weapons program. Instead of killing her, he kidnaps her, forces her to marry him in an underground ceremony, and gives her 365 days to give him an heir. If she fails or tries to escape, he leaks the photos and frames her for the murder. The twist? She starts falling for him just as the FBI closes in with proof. Now what can she do?

She thought her life was over when the man she loved betrayed her and stole her career. Her family forced her into an arranged marriage with a cold, mysterious billionaire; rumored to be old and impotent. Everyone pitied her, calling her the substitute bride. But they were wrong. When Amelia Quinn married Alexander Sterling, she didn’t expect love. She expected silence, distance, and a cage. Yet behind the billionaire’s mask lay secrets of his own, and behind Amelia’s pain burned a fire no one saw coming. When fate reunites her with her betrayers and an unexpected ally offers her a chance to rise again, Amelia takes it. She sheds her name, hides her scars, and returns to the world as someone else; smarter, bolder, and ready for revenge. But Alexander is watching. And the more she hides, the more he wants to know who his substitute bride truly is. In a game of love, lies, and redemption, Only one truth remains: The woman they thought was replaceable will become unstoppable.

Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modifications

All she wanted was to save her dying mother. All he wanted was a wife to seal a deal that binds the Morano family to the greatest mafia family in Italy. But he needed a bride, then he saw her. Ruby Anderson was just a girl living in her little corner of the world until she got auctioned to a cartel boss and kidnapped by Massimo Morano, a feared mafia boss. Will Ruby be able to navigate through this dangerous path? Massimo could take a bullet for her and all she wanted was her freedom, not bullets, violence and gangs. "Let me go, Massimo. I'm cutting off this agreement!" "You'd fucking obey me, Freckles. The contract isn't over... not even anytime soon." He scowled, pinning her against the wall as she trembled at his touch.

“Seriously, you think someone like me would ever be interested in you?” he laughed. _________________________________________ Elena Roswell, scarred by past heartbreak after being humiliated by billionaire CEO Jordan Storm, takes a job as his personal assistant with a hidden agenda: to ruin his life and career. Jordan Storm, billionaire CEO of Storm Corp. Enterprise. Known for his playboy personality, Jordan has no interest in love whatsoever. However, when Jordan's father pressures him to present him with a bride to fully secure his position as the heir of the family business, he offers a proposal to his personal assistant, Elena Roswell. Caught in between love and revenge, Elena must decide: will she follow her heart or will she stay true to her original agenda?

“My Luna? my bride? I would never marry you or accept you as my Luna!”  Although he accepted their mate bond out of pressure and marked her, he slammed her with those words that shattered her heart into pieces. To him, she was nothing but a silver dagger pressed at his throat.  ******************** Forced to wear a title and crown she never wished to bear…. Forced to play a role in a world she never chose… Yet most painfully, forced to spy on and ensnare the Alpha she loved… Aria must not only learn to survive but protect her heart in a game where love and duty collide.  Fighting to hate the girl who makes his world feel less cold in order to protect his pack and his parents’ legacy, Damon must choose between duty and desire.  Two hearts bound by fate, caught in a game where love could save them…or destroy them. 

Seumur hidupnya, Alana Nareswari mengira ayahnya hanyalah seorang pensiunan diplomat pencinta seni. Dia salah besar. Satu panggilan telepon di tengah malam mengubah hidup Alana dari kurator galeri yang tenang menjadi buronan nomor satu dunia bawah tanah. Saat peluru mulai berterbangan, hanya satu pria yang berdiri di antara Alana dan kematian: Atlas. Atlas itu dingin, penuh perhitungan, mematikan, dan sangat menggoda. Dia menawarkan Alana perlindungan dan sebuah kesepakatan gila: menikah dengannya untuk bersembunyi di depan mata musuh, sambil merencanakan balas dendam atas kematian sang ayah. Semuanya terasa sempurna. Namun, Alana membuat kesalahan fatal.

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.