Romans & histoires Blindfold Elden Ring

Anthony Vitale—my husband’s older brother—was found dead after a fall at one of the family’s private properties on Long Island. He died before the men around him could even call it an accident. My husband, Enzo Vitale, stepped in as head of the family. At the same time, the senior men of the family made the decision for him—Enzo would take responsibility for his brother’s widow. His mother, Donna Victoria Vitale—the one truly running things behind the scenes—made it clear in the study at the estate. “Sophia is alone now,” she said. “You take her in. First, to carry on your brother’s bloodline. Second, to keep her under this family’s protection. This is family law.You don’t get a say.” That night, Enzo held me close, his voice low and soothing. “Elena, I’ll give her one child. That’s it. Once she’s pregnant, I’m done with her. You’re the only one who matters to me.” I believed him. But things didn’t stay that way. At first, he spent one night a month with her. Then it turned into one night a month with me. That was when I knew—he wasn’t mine anymore. The day Sophia announced her pregnancy at the private medical office the Vitales used, Enzo slipped the Vitale heirloom onto her finger—a black onyx signet ring engraved with the Vitale crest. It was the same ring he gave me when we got engaged. And he did it in front of everyone. That was the moment I knew—it was time to walk away.

Seavora, Carmoria After seven years of a long-distance marriage, I was finally transferred to Leah Lambert's city. On Valentine's Day, I crossed Carmoria with my transfer papers, a big bouquet of roses, and a new diamond ring hidden in the bouquet. I waited outside her office, ready to surprise her. "Babe, where are you?" The second she walked out, I video-called her. I'd been counting down to this moment for years. Her voice was as gentle as ever. "Just got off work. What's up?" "Nothing. Just miss you. Do you miss me?" "Of course I do." A smile tugged at my lips. Thinking about her reaction when she saw me, I stepped toward her. "Really? Then turn around and—" My voice cut out. I froze. Her arm was wrapped around a man in a suit. Then she lifted her head and kissed the man. "If it's not urgent, I'll call you when I'm free. I have something important to do right now." She hung up. I stood in the cold and heard the man tease, "Babe, what's so important?" The woman I'd loved through college and seven years of marriage didn't hesitate. "Being with you." Tears hit the roses. I stared at the diamond ring nestled in the bouquet and let out a bitter laugh. So that's all I am to you? Someone who only matters when it's convenient.

I threw myself into the sea out of despair. Unexpectedly, I returned to the fifth year after I became mates with Alpha Ethan Grant. Ethan is my mate. He is the strongest Alpha among all the packs. Our son, Chester Grant, inherited his bloodline. Like Ethan, he is a powerful, unyielding, born leader. To the world, I am the noble Luna. I am the one every she-wolf envies and strives to be. Yet, the first thing I did was venture deep into the forest where a witch lived. I asked the witch for a bone ring that would sever the blood bond with Ethan and Chester. "Wear this, and the bond between you and your mate and child will gradually sever within five days. The process is painful and irreversible. You mustn't regret it," the witch says. I immediately place the pale bone ring on my finger. While enduring the pain that pierces directly into my soul, I reply while trembling, "I will never regret it." Ethan's first love is Angelina Lark. In my previous life, Ethan permitted her to dethrone me from my Luna position. I was also injured in the process. Additionally, Chester complained that my scent was repulsive and called Angelina "Mommy". So, in this life, I don't want my mate or my son. I just want the freedom to live my own life. But after leaving, I hear that the strongest Alpha and his heir are searching the world with soldiers in tow. They swear to find the Luna who had taken their hearts.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn’t. I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger’s name, a ring worth more than my parents’ love ever was, and a son whose father I’ve never seen, never known, never remembered. I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever. For six years, I’ve lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it. Then fate laughed in my face. My sister married my ex-fiancé—the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name… and looks far too much like my child. Every time I’m near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I’m terrified to ask. I shouldn’t notice him. I shouldn’t feel anything. He is my sister’s husband. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. Because the truth about Vegas isn’t just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms. It’s standing right in front of me. And when it finally comes out, it won’t just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.

Caveat: Trigger alert and TRAGEDYYYY~ First Firne Fantasy Series Book #1 A tough tie between Xaulfur and his demonic possession bounds Allegra to a rough Fate. Her sanity begins to slip away with her choice enslaved, and while she could not stop the darkness that engulfs her, she grabs a blade. If she can drive it into her nightmare’s cruel heart—regardless that he is her unborn child’s Father—she may find a bit of sour happiness. Yet, the only words that ring in her ears are; “Destiny bonds you with him. Stay, Luaya, for the Child’s breath; otherwise, it would cease.”

I signed a contract to marry the man I hate the most in the world. Alexander Voss; a ruthless billionaire, my family’s mortal enemy, the devil who once tried to destroy everything I built. One year. One penthouse. One bed. No feelings. No touching. No falling in love. But the moment the ring is on my finger, the rules start to burn. Every touch burns with vengeance. Every kiss tastes like war. But the most dangerous part? I’m starting to crave the man who ruined my life. And he’s becoming obsessed with keeping me forever. Bound by Contract, Owned by Hate — Where enemies become addicts.

After the death of her estranged grandmother, Ayla inherits a crumbling estate—and a ring etched with runes she can’t read. But the moment she slips it on, the barrier between the mortal world and the realm of night cracks. Enter Lucien, a vampire noble exiled for treason, bound by oath to protect the bloodline that nearly wiped out his own. And Ayla? She’s the last of that bloodline—and possibly the key to restoring or destroying his dying realm. Ayla doesn't want anything to do with vampires, ancient wars, or cursed magic. But when hunters come for her, and she starts hearing voices in her sleep, Lucien becomes her only protection—and possibly her greatest threat.

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.

His eyes drops to the wedding ring on my finger. Something shifts in his expression. Something sharp. Possessive. Furious. I had sex with my step son and I’m not even sorry. Well it’s wasn’t my intention to. I had no idea who he was. All I cared about that night was his hard body pressed against mine and his tongue circling the inside of my mouth and deep inside my thighs. But as I took off my veil and stare at the man in front of me, I knew I had started a spark that will soon turn into a full blown fire and consume us both.

Elara was never meant to be more than a mistake. After a one-night encounter with Adrian, a powerful man desperate to secure his inheritance, she finds herself pregnant—and trapped in a contract marriage built on cold terms and zero love. He promised her protection. He promised her stability. But he never promised her his heart. Because it already belonged to someone else. And when the woman he truly loves walks back into his life, Elara’s fragile world begins to crumble. Now, carrying his child and wearing his ring, she must decide- Is it worth staying in a marriage where she will always come second?