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It was the first night we spent together as a married couple. When my husband insisted that the hotel manager clean our bed for us, she cried and said to him, "You're asking me to clean up after the two of you made love! How heartbroken do you want me to be before you're finally satisfied?" My husband claimed not to know that the manager was his ex-girlfriend, but when the woman threw a kettle of hot water and left, he chased after her instead of coming to my aid.

I was with Don Massimo for five years. The whole time, he never hid his favorite: Cara. His driver’s daughter. The man who took a bullet for him. He called it paying a debt. Like a fool, I bought it. He gave her jewels. Fast cars. He even bought her an island. Three days before the wedding, I found out he'd moved the venue. Not to my family's estate in Sicily. But to the island. Her island. His excuse? Cara was claustrophobic. Couldn't handle a big indoor wedding. I was done. Three days later, the wedding happened on that island. But the bride was a no-show. Massimo was publicly humiliated. He tore the city apart looking for me. That’s when he found out. He thought he was marrying me. Instead, I married his greatest enemy. Nikolai Volkov. The Godfather of the Russian Bratva. He ditched Cara. He ran to my family's estate and waited. Seven days and nights. With flowers, a ring, and a whole lot of begging.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.

As the Ruiz family's most notorious hitman, Romero Alvarez is well acquainted with the most depraved corners of New York's underworld. Upon receiving orders to serve as Scarlett Ruiz's personal guard, Romero knows it wouldn't be easy keeping the Ruiz's Princess alive, especially when the rival crime families set their sights on the young heiress. He has his eyes on her also… and seducing her was a pleasurable sin of his…. Until Romero realizes that his own desire might be the greatest threat to the Ruiz's family. …….. Determined to please her father and uphold the family's power over the underground of New York. Scarlett vows to strengthen the Ruiz name by any means necessary, even if it means selling her heart to the highest bidder.

"What are you?" His soft blue eyes leveled in on me I cowered back in fear. The question reeled me in, clasping my thoughts. What was I? Avara Dimitri flees her burnt-down orphanage home with her, not so related brother, Corey. Finding refuge in an abandoned home in the woods, Avara unknowingly disrespects a newly crowned and cold Alpha, Enzo West. The wage for her sin is death but he simply can't kill her and he finds out he lays his eyes on her. But surprisingly, that's not all there is to Avara. She deserves more than that. She is more than that.

After a breakup, I went to a nightclub and employed the services of a male escort. He turned out to be blind, so I immediately lost interest. I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me into the bathroom. He revealed his chiseled abs and said in a deep, smooth voice, “Miss, I may not be able to see, but my fingers are very nimble.” As he spoke, he slid his hand under my dress.

You answer to no one but me, not even the words of the king should make you waver, only I should leave that much effect on you,”... On the day of her engagement party to the Alpha of her pack, Freyja found herself in a dilemma. In her hands is the blood of her mate’s mother. Even with no recollection of what happened she knows and believes strongly that she is innocent. Her mate who is the Alpha locks her up to be killed without judgment. Not until she was saved by a Rogue who instructed her to run South… Will Freyja run South? There she will be marked a Rogue or will she mistakenly Run Towards north? There her fate will be intertwined with Lycans

“ I don’t like you, you’re not fit to be called my mate,”he growled , his cold gaze piercing through me. “ I hate you , I don’t want to be your mate ,” I fired back at him. Thereafter he rejected me, I accepted ,but the bond refused to break. *** When Layla was forced into an arranged bond with the Heir-Alpha after the moon goddess chose her as his mate during a ceremony, he doesn’t love her because his heart is tied to someone else. She doesn’t have any reason to be tied to a cold , bitter Alpha. But then they had no choice. Living under the same roof, in the same room, resisting their mate bond became a daily battle. When dark secrets begin to unfold and danger threatens the pack, their fake connection may be the only thing that can save them. Will they finally seal the bond to protect everything that they know or will their secrets tear them apart?

For another girl, Lex Hamilton—my fiancé of several years—dumped me in the middle of nowhere and left me to fend for myself. Three years later, he showed up with her to bring me back. "It's been three years," he said. "Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for your own good. If you don't fix that attitude of yours, don't expect to ever become my wife." They thought I'd crumble. They thought I'd beg, cling to him, and unload all the pain and humiliation I'd carried for the past three years. Instead, I smiled. "Sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'm already married."