Closed Mindedness

On the eve of our wedding, Ellis Stewart threw a tantrum and hurled the wedding ring I had given her. I spent the entire night searching through the icy lake until my numb fingers finally closed around it. When I went to return the ring to her, I overheard her speaking with a close friend. “How many times have you toyed with Jonathan already? “It’s been three years since Gregory’s passing, and you still can’t forget him?” “If Jonathan hadn’t clung to me three years ago, begging me to pick him up, how could Gregory have died in that car accident?” Ellis replied coldly. “He’s the one who killed Gregory. Everything that happened was nothing but his own doing.” My knuckles whitened around the ring, and for an instant, it felt as though all the blood in my body had turned cold. So Ellis had never loved me at all. My unwavering devotion had been nothing more than a crucial piece of her revenge. In silence, I let the ring fall from my hand. Then I pulled out my phone. “Dad, Mom, I’ve figured things out. I agree to the marriage you’ve arranged. Let the wedding be in three days.”

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.

⚠️⚠️ Not for readers under 18!!! Mature Content ⚠️⚠️ One Night. No names. No rules. Still raw from an eight-year relationship that ended in betrayal, Aria gives in to a dominant stranger to take her apart in a hotel room, hard, rough, and unforgettable. She gives him her body, her sounds, her shame… and walks away believing it’s over. It isn’t. Because the man who fucked her senseless the night before is her married, untouchable, and very much her strict professor. They swear to erase what happened. To keep their distance. To be professional. But lust doesn’t disappear just because it’s forbidden. Assigned as his teaching assistant, Aria finds herself trapped between her future and her hunger. Every stolen glance feels like a sin. Every closed door is a risk. Every touch could cost her scholarship and his entire career. As the affair deepens into obsession, Aria must decide how much of herself she’s willing to lose for a man who can never fully be hers... while Jason risks destroying the carefully crafted life he built for the one woman who makes him forget all the rules. Because this isn’t love. It’s control. It’s craving. It’s a secret that wants to be exposed. And once you taste something this dark... walking away is the hardest part.

A sacrificial mate. An exiled predator. A bond forged in silver and secrets. Brooke Lawson is the "useless" daughter of the Lawson Pack—a silent survivor in a den of monsters. When her father strikes a desperate deal to save their borders, Brooke is the currency. She is forced into a sacred, irreversible mating bond with the man the world calls a failure: Logan Pierce. Stripped of his title and branded a rogue, Logan is a man of shadows and scars. He is the beast whispered about in ghost stories—cold, volatile, and dangerously powerful. To the Lawson family, he’s a disgrace. To Brooke, he’s a mystery she was never meant to solve. But the "loser" she was forced to marry is a lie. Behind the closed doors of their neutral-ground apartment, the submissive scout vanishes. In his place stands a man with the gaze of a king and the hunger of a wolf who has finally found his prize. Logan isn't just a rogue; he is the secret Sovereign of the lawless territories, and Brooke is the only weakness he’s ever allowed himself to have. As the Lawson Pack prepares to humiliate them at the Great Lunar Gala, they have no idea that the man they mocked owns the very ground they walk on. Brooke was sold to a monster, but she’s about to realize that the most dangerous thing about Logan Pierce isn't his claws—it’s the way he looks at her like she’s his entire world.

Elara Voss thought one wild night at a lounge would set her free from her dull new life after her mom married rich Victor Blackwood. She gave her tight virgin body to a hot stranger with gray eyes that promised sin. His thick cock stretched her wet pussy until she begged for more, her first time raw and full of dark need. He left her sore and smiling, whispering they would never meet again. But fate twisted hard when he walked in as her new stepbrother, Damien Blackwood, the young CEO taking over the family firm. Shock hit her like a slap, his touch now forbidden but craved. He cornered her, fingers rubbing her clit while growling claims over her cherry. As lust burned hot, secrets spilled: Damien sought revenge on Victor for old hurts, tied to shady deals and danger. Elara fell deep into his possessive grip, her body dripping for his rough fucks, but betrayal loomed. Syndicate threats closed in, guns and proof that could ruin them all. In this dark romance, Elara must choose between family and the stepbrother who owns her soul and her slick, needy cunt. Will their filthy love survive the storm, or shatter in blood and cum?

It has been fifty-five days since my fiancé cut me off. I called off the wedding I'd waited eight long years for. All while he was caring for his childhood sweetheart, who was battling depression and seeking peace at a remote retreat. He even had the historic chapel—a local landmark called the Aethelred Sanctuary—closed to the public for six months because of her. And me? I was left to face the swarming reporters, hounded from one place to the next until I had nowhere left to hide—all because he disappeared without a word. Out of options, I went to the retreat to find him. But he turned me away, saying I would disturb the quiet and sanctity of the place. In the bitter cold of deep winter, I collapsed outside the gates, barely holding on. When I woke, I saw him—Jonathan—planting an entire garden of roses on the grounds, every bloom a declaration of love. Six months later, he finally left and returned home with his childhood sweetheart. The roses they had planted now filled what was supposed to be our wedding venue, from floor to ceiling. I watched them, cold and unmoved. What he didn't know was this—I was already engaged to someone else.

His mouth found my throat, tongue tracing a hot path down to my pulse. When he closed his lips over my chest, swirling his tongue in slow, torturous circles, pleasure speared through me so sharply I cried out. My body arched into him, craving more, but my mind whispered: You’re giving him everything. There’ll be no hiding after this. ********* I was divorced for another woman. Three years of marriage erased with one signature...because my husband chose his mistress. I thought losing him was the worst betrayal. Then I met his boss. He is hot, powerful and dangerous in a way that makes my pulse race. A billionaire who looks at me like I was never disposable… only claimed too late. He shouldn’t want me. I shouldn’t want him. But every glance lingers. Every touch is a warning. And every secret pulls us closer to ruin. My ex-husband regrets losing me. His mistress fears me. And the man I’m falling for is the one I was never meant to touch. My ex husband thought divorcing me would break me. He was wrong. Now the regret belongs to him. ****Trigger warning*Smut* Smut*Smut

Matagal pinangarap ni Fae makatuluyan sa paglaki ang kinakapatid, pero d-in-ate nito at pakakasalan ang kanyang college bestfriend. Heartbroken man, dumalo siya sa kasal kaso fake pala ang invite kagagawan ng malditang babae. So... napahiya siya, nakagawa ng eskandalo, at niligtas ni Jigo na bestfriend ng groom bago siya mapahamak sa kalasingan noong gabing iyon. He ends up carrying her to his suite—right into a perfect rebound situation. Jigo is decent, a gentleman—alright. And drop-dead gorgeous! Wala nang Carl so who cares if she goes for another man? She discovers a perfect Mr. Rebound behind closed doors. Hot sex, sweet talk, flirting... she's so comfortable with him kaya pinutol agad ni Fae ang weekend at tumakas. She can't fall in love with a rebound! Noong kumatok ito sa kanyang pinto sa Manila all familiar and real, she's already missing him like crazy. Hindi na siya lumaban... and the next days and nights are the best of her life! She starts to hope that maybe, walang Mr. Rebound. Maybe... he's actually Mr. Right.

Nico tightened the belt around my neck, leaned down, and pressed himself against me, thrusting into my body. The lack of oxygen intensified all my sensations; I gasped for breath, trying to escape. He thrust deeper and harder, pain and pleasure spreading up my spine, a tingling sensation leaving me weak and collapsing onto the bed. "Can you feel it, my baby?" Another heavy blow, his hand slapping mercilessly against my forced, upturned buttocks. "This is my declaration of ownership over your body." I closed my eyes, enduring his continued penetration, sharp pleasure erupting from that point that threatened to utterly break me. He moved closer, his fingers wiping away the tears on my face. "Your body, your soul, belong to me." Three days after my boyfriend Nikolai disappeared, my life completely collapsed. When I saw him again, I wasn't greeted by the usual warm embrace; Nico Moretti saw me as the murderer of his twin brother. But the punishment I silently endured gradually took a turn for the worse. "If you want to hurt her, then step over my dead body." "Nico, I'm pregnant."

My name is Joshua, I used to be a simple man living in my own small world with my foster parents but that world collapsed when I found out my true parentage, the only child of a very famous and rich business. In time I found out that my real parents murdered by those that claim to be the most 3 powerful and forbidden families in the country and from then,I knew I had to change to avenge my parents and I became the perfect unfeeling CEO in my parents company dedicating the rest of my life to growing my company and getting revenge on the 3 forbidden families. My name is Ysabelle and once upon a time, I was a rich daughter of a business mogul but things changed when we lost everything to father's gambling habits. I a bid to help my family recover it's lost status, I took a job as a manager to the ruthless CEO, Joshua. But in time, I realized that buried under the hatred and ruthlessness. Joshua had a kind heart and charm no could ever resist, not even the strong and persistent me. Will Joshua be able to grow his parents company and enact the perfect revenge on the the three forbidden families? Will Ysabelle succeed in reinstating her family's lost glory and will she be able to open to her managers closed heart to a feeling love?