Careless Antonyms

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

Warning!! Buckle up and sit tight because this book dives headfirst into hot, explicit, raw content packed with intense scenes, forbidden obsessions, and unfiltered desire. If you're ready for steamy scenes, proceed with caution... or don't, and let the heat consume you. Jonathan Wright is a disciplined, quiet, and academically driven medical student who lives inside his head and inside his fantasies. At twenty-three, he has never had sex, never truly fallen in love, and never crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. But that changes when he becomes dangerously obsessed with two men he can never have. Professor Wyatt Rooke is a feared, brilliant, controlled, intimidating, and untouchable attending surgeon. His closest colleague, Professor Bryce Lockhart, a senior physician, is everything Wyatt is not; calm, charismatic, observant, and quietly dangerous. Together, they awaken desires Jonathan never knew existed, desires he pours into secret, and explicit writing meant for his eyes only. But one careless mistake leaves his darkest fantasy submitted inside Wyatt’s office instead of the required medical assignment. Now what began as shame turns into something far more dangerous and Jonathan learns that once desire is seen by the wrong men, it can never be taken back.

I never meant to fall for him. When I took the job at Mr. Grey’s mansion, I only wanted a quiet life. Clean, cook, keep my head down, and earn my money. Nothing more. But then I met him. Mr. Grey was nothing like I expected, he wasn’t cruel or careless like the rich men I’d heard about. He was calm, strong and Kind in a way that caught me off guard. The more I watched him, the more I wanted to understand him. He rarely smiled, he kept his distance. But there was something in his silence, something gentle, something real. Slowly, I started to care. Then I started to feel something more. And just when I thought I had figured out my heart, and started winning his That was when his son, Adam, appeared. Bold, playful, and dangerously curious about me. The kind of man who likes trouble and causes it. Now I’m caught between duty and desire. Between a man whose heart I’m starting to love and another who’s trying to pull me away from it. This is my story. A story of quiet longing, forbidden feelings, and the one man who sees me like no one else.

Dark Romance: A reckless dare reunites a rebellious young woman with a handsome, daunting man. *** SHE WAS POWERLESS AGAINST HIS ULTIMATUM BECAUSE SHE WAS STUCK BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND THE DEEP BLUE SEA-BETWEEN HIM AND THE LAST DARE GAME WHICH HE KNEW NOTHING ABOUT SHE PLAYED IT BECAUSE OF HER RECKLESS BEHAVIOUR- HER FIRE OF REBELLION HE IS DETERMINED TO EXTINGUISH THAT FIRE AFTER HER CARELESS MOVE ON HIM TO QUENCH A FIRE, YOU HAD TO BE SOMEWHAT CLOSE, HENCE HIS DECISION TO MARRY HER- AND HE WASN'T ASKING "You have until the end of today to give me a positive response or I will get you to marry me in the Mafia way." She gasped and her eyes were like saucers. "Mafia?" "I told you that you never really knew me. I was on my own when you came looking for trouble. Tonight, Elizabeth." SYNOPSIS: A dark dare game forces Zee, a reckless young woman, to reach out to the man who took her innocence and beg him for marriage. She expects rejection—and freedom. Instead, he says yes, binding her deeper into the game and pulling her into the ruthless Mafia world he belongs to, where love comes wrapped in control, power, and a harsh brand of discipline she must learn to survive.

Being the daughter of an alcoholic, isn't a great thing. But what is worse is losing my mother at the age of seven. My father, Oliver Kruiz has hated me ever since, thinks I took his wife away from him. When in reality, it was his failure to show up that caused her death. As though hating me wasn't enough to keep me depressed, he tried to get me married to a man twenty years older than I was. I don't think twice before running away, the night before my wedding. I was meant to be careful but got careless, and nearly ended up being molested by thugs. That is before I'm saved by my dark hero: Hayden Wren. Things didn't exactly start smoothly, but that didn't mean they ended well either. I had phobia for thugs because my mother was killed by them; while trying to protect me. Everything suddenly goes south, when I find out the man who had saved me was no different. Which leaves me thinking: is he a friend or foe? --- River Kruiz, the daughter of a drunkard, Oliver Kruiz. She has phobia for thugs, and even eloped the night before her wedding. Nearly for this same reason. But what happens when she finds herself growing attached to a mafia?

I was married to one of the world’s richest men—Zayne Ford— yet no one knew I existed. To the world, he was a charming billionaire. To me, he was the man who once promised love… then buried me in silence. For five years, I lived as his secret wife, convincing myself that love was enough. That it didn’t matter if no one knew my name, as long as he still looked at me the way he once did. But when his childhood sweetheart returned from abroad, I finally saw the truth. The only thing holding our marriage together was a legal document—cold, lifeless, and easily replaced. So I disguised my divorce papers as a school form and watched him sign them without even glancing up. That careless signature ended our marriage— and freed me. Now, as I start a new life in another country, I carry more than my independence. I carry his child. When Zayne discovers what he’s lost—his wife and his heir— he’ll do anything to find me. But the woman he once ignored no longer exists. He taught me how to break. Now he’ll learn what it means to lose me.

Anna Gonzales was the only heir of her late Aunt Martha. She left her a villa on Jeju Island in South Korea and company stocks in their family corporation. Little did Anna know that the property on Jeju Island would lead her back to the man she had a one-night stand one year ago. David Miller's grandfather, Bryan, wanted the Villa on Jeju Island but because of conditions laid on the inheritance, he could not purchase it from Anna. The trust stipulated that the property would only be handed down from Anna to her children and her children's children. The opportunity was in David's way, as Anna’s father James Williams had been careless with his company dealings and would face imminent jail time. David had told her father that he would help finance his corporation in exchange for Anna's hand in marriage. In David's mind, this is the best way to get to his grandfather's old home on Jeju Island, and He will also get Anna back in his bed. Anna was trapped in this situation, and she could not reject it because she was now the major Stockholder of the company, and like her father, she would also be imprisoned for his business embezzlement. She had trusted her father and signed every document he sent her in the past.

I thought I understood control. As a respected dermatologist in Paris, I built my life on precision. Every decision calculated, every emotion contained. My daughter lives in excess, untouched by consequence, while I exist in quiet discipline, balancing a reputation that must never crack. But discipline is a fragile thing. Especially when temptation learns your name. Severino Haynes enters my life under the most ordinary pretense—my daughter’s tutor. Young, struggling, disarmingly honest, and entirely inappropriate in ways that cannot be justified. He disrupts the careful silence of my home with laughter, defiance, and a gaze that lingers too long to be accidental. At first, I mistake him for a distraction. Then, for a problem. I do not realize he is something far worse. A man with intent. Behind his careless charm lies a quiet resentment, one rooted in a past I unknowingly helped destroy. What begins as curiosity turns into a dangerous game. One where boundaries blur, roles collapse, and desire becomes indistinguishable from revenge. He wants to break me. And I am beginning to want him enough to let him try. But in a city like Paris, where beauty is currency and secrets are inevitable, nothing stays hidden forever. Not my double life. Not his true intentions. Not the consequences of wanting the wrong person. Especially when the cost is not just my reputation. But my daughter, my past, and everything I have built to survive it.

When Cole Harrington ran away from our wedding for the seventh time because of his childhood sweetheart, the Harrington family personally came to apologize. "We'll add another five kilos of gold to the bride price. Three buildings in the Southwest. And nine prime-location storefronts in the city center. Consider it the Harrington family's compensation." Before the words had fully settled, a careless laugh from Cole came through the phone. "Grandpa, do you really think she's worth that much? Believe it or not, I could pick up a random rock off the street and still coax her into being completely obedient. "Instead of wasting all those assets on her, why not give them to me so I can invest them in Liv's gallery?" Henry Harrington hurriedly hung up the phone, then looked at me with an awkward expression. Soft snickers rippled through the crowd. Everyone was waiting for me to swallow the humiliation in silence, just as I had before. But this time— I had already received this kind of "compensation" six times. The novelty had long since worn off. The same was true for Cole himself. After a moment of thought, I raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the crowd—at the illegitimate younger brother whom Cole had always despised the most. A smile slowly curved across my lips. "The man that I marry becomes the heir to the Harrington family. That was our deal, right?"

On our third wedding anniversary, I waited for Xander Christian for five hours at his favorite restaurant. Once again, he has disappeared. In the end, I found out where he went on the social media of his childhood sweetheart, Josie Law. He took her to Antartrica. [I just said I was in a bad mood, so he ditched the whole world just to cheer me up. Turns out, he cheers me up much more than the penguins.] In the photos, it was all icy and frosty, but he held her gently in his arms. I had never seen such blazing warmth in his eyes. Not once was it ever directed at me. At that moment, I was just tired. I was too tired to question. I was too tired to fight. I was too tired to cry. I simply liked the post and sent him a short message, [Let's get a divorce.] A long time later, he finally replied with a voice message, his tone was full of careless amusement, "Sure. I'll sign the papers when I'm back. We'll see who ends up begging me not to leave." Those who were loved and favored were often fearless. He didn't believe my words at all. Yet, Xander— No one was truly indispensable. People would only stay because they were in love. From this moment on, I no longer loved you.