Bounty Bullet

Her dream was a child. His sperm was stolen. Their love was the target. After a devastating betrayal, Alexandra Reed vowed to never trust anyone again. Her path to a family was clear: solo motherhood via an anonymous donor. She chose the perfect profile-intelligent, healthy, safe. He was just a number. Donor #778. Liam Thorne is the most dangerous man in Veridia Bay. He rules with a code, but his world is built on control. When he discovers a vengeful ex stole his genetic legacy and gave it to a stranger, his fury is limitless. The recipient is a vulnerability he must contain: Alexandra. He confronts her with a brutal offer: a fortune to walk away. She refuses with a mother's fierce defiance. But when a sniper's bullet proves the danger is real, Liam is forced to become her ruthless protector. Trapped in a gilded cage, their hostility ignites into a desperate, consuming passion. For the first time, Liam sees a future. Alexandra sees the man behind the monster. Just as they dare to hone a chattering DNA test reveals the baby isn't his. Their love was built on a lie, engineered by enemies who wanted to break him. Now, with their newborn daughter caught in a war and their trust in ruins, they must face the ultimate truth. Is their family a biological mistake? Or the one choice that can save them both? A heart-pounding mafia romance of stolen vows, devastating lies, and the relentless power of a love that chooses, against all odds, to stay.

I took a silver bullet for him. I sacrificed my wolf, my career, and my soul to be his perfect mate. In return, Alpha Damon Blackwood gave me a divorce and a devastating truth: our life was a lie. For five years, I was the "weak" Luna of the Blackwood Pack, enduring the sneers of my mother-in-law and the cold indifference of my husband. I even raised a son who wasn’t mine, only to be told I was a placeholder for his true love’s return. Discarded and broken, I walked away. But Damon forgot one thing: before I was his trophy wife, I was Shadow_Cipher—the most feared hacker in the world. Five years later, I’m back. But I’m no longer the girl with the silver-scarred chest and the broken heart. I am Luna Ashford, the billionaire CEO of a global tech empire. I’ve come to strip Damon of his title, his fortune, and his pride. My revenge is a cold, calculated masterpiece—until I meet Draven Craven. He is the Alpha of the Underworld, a ruthless mafia king who bows to no one. The mate bond between us is a violent, magnetic force I never wanted to feel again. He wants to claim me. He wants to protect me. But I’m done being a pawn in the games of Alphas. Damon wants my forgiveness. Draven wants my heart. But I? I’m here for my empire.

On the night the family manor was set on fire, my husband Don Luciano Cacciola whisked Loretta Peri away. "Be a good girl and wait for me here, Tati. I'll send my men over to pick you up soon." As soon as he left, the explosions buried around the villa were set off instantly. That's when I sent Luciano one last text. "Luciano, we're even now." Rumors had it that Luciano had gone mad after that incident. As he gripped the burned ring, he purged the entire mafia family on his own. After that, he kneeled before my grave for three long days. When Luciano found out that there was a possibility of my surviving the explosion, he decided to give away half of his family fortune just so he could track me down. Three years later, Luciano stares at the woman, who's toying with a pistol, with red-rimmed eyes at the family's negotiation table. "Tati… Is that you?" I pull the trigger in response, causing a bullet to ricochet past Luciano's ear. "You got the wrong person, Mr. Cacciola. I'm here to take your life." As I watch Luciano kneel by my feet and press a kiss onto the tip of my high heel, I can't help but laugh. This time, it's my turn to choose.

My wife had risen through the ranks of the Confidential Bureau, becoming its youngest team leader—all thanks to the "voice" of the baby boy in her womb, who could somehow identify traitors from within. When the holidays came, I went to visit her. But the moment I arrived, I heard the voice of that unborn child in her belly. "Ah, it's Bad Daddy! He's the one who's been secretly selling off the core technology!" I froze, stunned. Before I could even speak, my wife raised her gun and fired. The bullet tore through my shoulder. "Who did you sell the technology to? Talk!" Through the searing pain, I struggled to explain. "I don't even know what technology you're talking about. How could I possibly—" Her expression turned glacial. Without a word, she lifted the gun again and pulled the trigger, blowing my head apart. "Mommy is amazing! Bad Daddy is finally gone. The stolen data is all hidden on that USB drive." Even as I died, I couldn't understand how I had become a traitor. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the visit. This time, I took the initiative. I pulled out the USB drive and handed it to my wife. "If this is the evidence you want," I said, "go ahead, shoot me."

“I will never love you,” Anthony said with a determined look. However, the girl didn't care about his words. Regina still repaired a table full of beautiful dishes. Then, she took some food and put it in his mouth. His whole body relaxed and savored the satisfying sensation in his mouth. “I know. But can we enjoy the meal first? I have made your favorite food,” Regina blinked her moving eyes which made Anthony's heart a little unbearable. He gulped and sat down on the chair. “I love your food, not you,” Anthony began to take the meal while he was maintaining his harsh expression. Regina secretly smiled but she knew he wouldn't run away from her. ------------------------------------- Regina lived two human lives. In her first life, her family sold her to Anthony, the head of the Dominic mafia family. Regina and Anthony tormented each other until he accepted to let go of her hand. The good life was disrupted by the adultery and deception of her sister and her husband. Anthony was always waiting for Regina to return, but she ended up dying in his arms while taking the bullet for him. Reviving at the age of 17, Regina decided to change everything and accept being with Anthony. However, Anthony seemed to avoid Regina causing her to actively pursue him.

"I should’ve killed him the night he betrayed me. Instead, I kept him alive — chained, bleeding, and trembling beneath my hands." Nicholas Rhodes, heir to the Rhodes crime syndicate, had everything: control, power, loyalty. Until him. Rafael “Rafe” Vega — the man he once trusted with his life — turned on him in the middle of a war, selling secrets to their rivals. But when fate forces their worlds to collide again, Nicholas doesn’t kill Rafe. He takes him back. As a captive. As a weapon. As a reminder of everything he lost. Hatred was supposed to keep them apart. Instead, it burns hotter than desire — twisting into something neither of them can name. Obsession becomes their language. Betrayal becomes their bond. And love… love is the bullet waiting in the chamber. Because in their world, love doesn’t save. It destroys. --- Main Characters: Nicholas Rhodes— 29 Cold, ruthless, born into blood and chaos. After Rafe’s betrayal, he’s become darker — quieter, crueler. He claims he feels nothing anymore… but Rafe’s name still tastes like venom and longing on his tongue. Rafael “Rafe” Vega — 26 Former hitman and Nicholas’s right hand, before he turned traitor. Charming, unpredictable, and carrying his own secrets. His betrayal wasn’t what it seemed — but he’d rather die than beg Nicholas to understand.

Divorced and remarried—I've lost count of how many times Aaron and I stepped in and out of marriage. He once treated me like something precious, but less than a year after our wedding, he asked for our first divorce. The reason was simple, Vivian was coming back. "Vivian's a public figure," he told me. "I don't want anyone thinking she's involved with a married man." That third-tier actress had nothing but her father's sacrifice to her name. He had taken a bullet for Aaron—a life for a life. And because of that, Aaron believed he owed her everything. Every time Vivian returned to the country, Aaron divorced me. And every time she left, we remarried. The first time we split, I drowned my tears in whiskey and stumbled back to his house half-drunk. The lights inside were warm. He was with her. And I stood outside, shivering through the night. The second time, I tracked his every move—restaurants, auctions, charity galas—just to "accidentally" run into him again. Later, I learned better. The moment he mentioned divorce, I would quietly pack my suitcase and disappear from his mansion. My love and humiliation kept me trapped in that endless cycle of breaking up and coming back together. But this time, when Aaron waited for me at City Hall to remarry, I never showed up.

“I’m wet for you, King Nightbane. I’m soaked.” I growled. Not from pain but from the effect of her words. Her touch. Her relentless stokes. She didn’t need to tell me. I could smell her. She filled the room with her intoxicating arousal. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked all night like a dirty slut.” “To have my hand wrapped around your phallus like a possession.” “To have it… buried in me.” “To have your tongue worship every inch of my body.” FELYNDRA She was a normal girl living in her small village pack. When she turned eighteen, she discovered a new side of herself: a beast who would roam every crescent moon to kill the unjust. When a bounty was placed on her, she was suddenly sold by her parents to be a breeder for the cruel alpha king. Why her? Why not her sister? They said she was wolfless. They look at her and see a wolfless girl but if only they knew she was no wolf. She was something more sinister: a Crescent Fox. She accepted her fate, hoping to leave after giving the king a son. NIGHTBANE VOIDHEART He is the infamous cruel alpha king. His reputation precedes him. He believes his mate doesn’t exist, as he has traveled every corner of the world in search of her. When the breeder showed up, everything changed. She was just a breeder, a secret to be kept from the woman he was engaged to. And yet , she consumed him. The ache in his teeth, the raw hunger in his veins - she drove him insane. He wanted her. To taste her blood but why did the shadows whisper that if he did, it would be the end of them?

I’m trained to do one thing: kill. I was put into a school where the concepts of love and forgiveness were treated as weaknesses. When I graduated, they told me I’d be lucky to survive; now I’m the best of the best and the person who gets the job done no matter what. I’ve assassinated Presidents, housewives, Navy SEALS and more shifters than I can count. I have more kills than anyone in my business, so when a new order comes in to kill Alpha Gideon, I take it without a second thought. ​He’s a job like any other, but during my scouting, I see something I’ve never seen before. Alpha Gideon isn’t a tyrant or a bully; he’s kind to his Pack. I start asking questions, which is when everything goes to shit. My signal is found, and for the first time in my life, my target has me in his sights. I expect pain and maybe even death, but Alpha Gideon treats me like a welcomed guest; his warmth and kindness open up something inside of me that I didn’t know I had. I should kill him before he changes me completely. I tell him I’m cold and heartless, and he laughs. Loving a mark has never been done, but no matter what I do, every touch sets me on fire and with each longing glance, my past becomes a distant memory. I’m ready to put everything I was aside to stay with Alpha Gideon when the call comes in; my fellow assassins have been called. The bounty on Alpha Gideon has been doubled. I have two choices: protect the man who has opened up my heart or kill the target and get the job done.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”