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The year the Rossi famiglia falls, my personal Underboss, Lorenzo Santoro, rises to power—becoming the Don and seizing control of the underworld. Once, I was the untouchable Principessa. He was the Soldato, ready to die for me at a moment's notice. For something as trivial as a paper cut on my finger, he would drop to his knees with red-rimmed eyes, blowing on it for half an hour. Now, to earn a smile from his new flame, Elena Marino, he forces me to sign a contract and makes me his live target. He watches with indifference as I am battered and bloodied under a hail of bullets. During a blast-resistance test, shattered glass slices the corner of my eye, but Lorenzo merely looks on. "The once-delicate Principessa Rossi can't even handle a little pain?" During attack-dog training, I am bitten to the bone, yet he shields a trembling Elena instead. "Animals don't know any better. Why are you holding a grudge against a dog?" Then comes the real kidnapping. To save Elena, who is desperate to become Donna, he personally cuts off my escape. "This is just a drill, Isabella," he scoffs. "Stop acting like it's real." On the surveillance monitors, flames engulf me as I take my final breath. A bloodstained termination contract is delivered to him. "Don Santoro, I return the life I owe you." Only then does the man who believes he rules the world finally lose his mind.

The year I was at rock bottom, I took on three "conquest" missions. Number One was a tech prodigy. Number Two was a genius doctor. Number Three was a top dog in the legal world. Judging by how busy they all were, I thought that with some careful time management, handling all three would be a piece of cake. However, I forgot one thing. Three CEOs meant dealing with three difficult girlfriends. That morning, Number One CEO Eric's childhood sweetheart accused me of stealing her charm bracelet. Eric beat me, yelled at me, and made me stand all day. That afternoon, Number Two's Ron's girlfriend tore into me, figuratively ripping my kidney out. Ron warned me that he had only let me get close so I could serve as a stand-in for her. By evening, Number Three's Lance had his girlfriend taking secret photos of me and spreading rumors, and he told me to be gracious, saying she was "just joking." I could not take this nonstop 24-hour torture anymore, so I told the system, I quit. I want to go home. The system replied, "Quitting is simple. Just die in this world." I listened. However, after I executed my death escape, why did all three CEOs completely lose their composure?

“I, Chika Whitmore, take this Alpha to be my strength and my vengeance.” The words were a death warrant, not a vow. In the high-stakes world of the werewolf syndicates, loyalty is a myth and blood is the only currency. When Chika Whitmore is brutally abandoned at the altar by the Blackwell heir, he doesn’t just lose a husband—he loses his standing in the underworld. Cast out by his own bloodline and left to the mercy of the city’s predators, Chika does the unthinkable. He walks into the territory of the most feared man in the modern mafia: Lucien Afolayan. Lucien is a King in exile, a dominant Alpha whose legs were shattered by a rival’s silver-trap. The world thinks he’s a broken dog, but behind the reinforced steel of his throne, the beast is hungry. He needs a consort to secure his claim to the Obsidian Crown Plaza; Chika needs a monster to burn down the people who broke him. It was supposed to be a cold-blooded merger. No feelings, no touch, just a tactical alliance to survive the Blackwell Pack’s impending war. But in the dark corners of the Afolayan estate, the scent of the moon doesn’t lie. Between the click of loaded pistols and the roar of shifting wolves, a lethal attraction begins to take root. Chika came for protection, but he might have just tied his soul to a man who won’t stop until the entire city bows—or burns. In this game of power, the only thing more dangerous than an enemy’s silver is a mate’s betrayal.

What happens when the prey starts to ache for the predator? • Calista Virel is the adopted daughter to the heiress of an old American-family dynasty. She has little to no knowledge of her biological parents and the people around her prefer to keep it that way. She's different from the people in the world she grew up in. Unlike their luxury rooted existence, Calista is rather one-view sided. She wants a simple life, a simple job, and a simple existence, and even when her estranged mother, Eleanor, ties the knot with Mikhail Karsin-Raznov—the head of a Russian mafia. Calista vowed that her plans would remain the same. After graduating from college, she returned back to the country for the first time in years. But things change, and Calista hadn't realized how much different they had become—especially her. From walking in on Mikhail buried inside her best friend to finding out the truth of his relationship with Eleanor, these chain of events set off foreign feelings Calista never knew she was capable of harbouring for him. A sinful forbidden…explicit desire that spawned dangerously from one act of voyeurism. And worse? Mikhail finds himself feeling it too. From the moment he had seen her, something in him had ignited, something he was confident would be buried by her loath for him, something he was sure she would never allow. But now, he finds himself trapped in emotions he cannot fully understand—and Calista finds herself conflicted between red alarms and a ruinous desire. Romance was never meant to be simple. Especially not when an extinct rival group moving around the shadows—connected to Calista's entire existence, have both their names on a target board.

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing. He saw my face. That was the end of my normal life. Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive. Maybe he was right. The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through a closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head. That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about. I came here as a witness. I stayed as something else entirely. Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave. The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him. I was about to find out.

From a young age, Rayne Lawson dedicated herself to preparing for the sacred Luna duties, as she was prophesied from birth that she'll lead the Pack to greatness. At last, her long-awaited 18th birthday arrived, the day she would shift for the first time in front of the entire pack and begin her journey as their Luna. However, instead of shifting into a majestic Luna wolf, Rayne's wolf was shockingly half the size of an average wolf. The Pack's hopes were dashed, and even her destined mate, Alpha Reynold Hayes, couldn't hide his disdain. Three years later, Rayne has worked tirelessly to earn the Pack member's admiration and prove to them that her small wolf doesn't define her abilities as a great Luna, as she brought great prosperity to the Pack. To the outside world, her life seemed like a fairytale: she was Luna, married to the Alpha, and the pack was thriving. But behind closed doors, Rayne's life was a nightmare. Her husband Reynolds was unfaithful, cheating on her with an omega mistress and forcing Rayne to watch as he flaunted his infidelity. He tortured her emotionally and physically, making her existence a living hell. A new Lycan King who was rumored to be ruthless and merciless had emerged. He invited all werewolf Alpha's to come form new treaty deals, disregarding the previous deals made with past Lycan Kings. Rayne's world was turned upside down when she discovered that the new Lycan King was her mate! And felt an undeniable force drawing her to him. Torn between the life she thought she was destined for and the unexpected path of her heart's calling. Rayne must navigate the dangerous world of forbidden love, dark secrets, and treacherous alliances. The future of her heart and her Pack hangs in the balance.

Bella Russo never thought her life would change so drastically at 18. To save her family from ruin, she is forced into a marriage with Dominic Luciano Moretti, a powerful and ruthless mafia boss ten years older than her. On their wedding night, he takes Bella to his room, staring at her with eyes filled with lust he spoke to her directly for the first time " undress". Scared and trembling, she begged him for time, saying, “I’m not ready yet. I’m only 18.” But Dominic doesn’t care. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You should have said you wanted me to undress you myself... and I don’t mind doing that.” When his lips touch hers, Bella fights to push him away. Her hands press against his chest, but her touch only fuels his desire. hot breaths coming from his mouth, he thought to himself,how this little kid is able to get him this aroused,Dominic won’t stop until he has her completely.with a sharp move he unzipped her dress and started removing the dress, and slowly her boobs came to view, he gulped down nothing as he saw the size, it was unexpectedly lemon sized, he cupped her boobs in his hands causing her to moan out, the effect that had on him was unhealthy, he resumed kissing her crazily, Thrown into a world of passion and danger, Bella must find her strength while living with a man who sees her as his to claim. Can she survive the darkness of his world and uncover the love hidden behind his cold exterior? Or will she lose herself in the fire?

"Why do you always look at me like that?" she whispered. "Because you're unlike anyone I've ever known," Damien replied, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. "Your presence is like a thorn in my side." Eira scoffed. “You're nothing but trouble, Damien. A brooding vampire with an ego the size of a castle. But you need me. Without me, you’ll be dead.” “I hate that," he admitted. She smirked. "Hate that you need me? So, what is it, Damien? A weakness you'd rather keep in the shadows?" Damien leaned in, his face dangerously close to hers, his gaze dropping to her lips. Eira's breath caught, her shock palpable. "I might need you, Eira, but I don’t want you," he said, his eyes betraying a desire he refused to acknowledge. "Remember that." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her thoughts in turmoil and her lips tingling with the ghost of an almost-kiss. *** The Silverstone Pack is out for blood, determined to avenge their alpha's brutal murder. All eyes are on Damien, the prime suspect, who now lives in the shadows, focused on survival. His only goal is to stay one step ahead and keep himself well-fed. But everything changes when he encounters a girl who is mysteriously immune to his powers. In her, he finds a glimmer of hope he thought long lost. Eira, heartbroken from a recent breakup, unexpectedly crosses paths with Damien. Her confrontation with him quickly turns into a nightmare when she is taken captive. Damien, desperate and cornered, offers her a chilling deal: help him save himself, or face unimaginable suffering. With little choice, Eira agrees, setting off a chain of events that will forever change the course of her life.

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

Autumn Dawson had only ever loved one man, Ivan Ashton, her husband. For twelve years, she devoted her life to him, only to have her heart shattered when he married her sister on their 11th anniversary. Shortly after, she met a mysterious death and was reincarnated three years before her demise. This time, she vowed things would be different. On their ninth anniversary, when Ivan brazenly introduced his mistress for the first time, Autumn refused to remain silent. No longer the mute dog wagging her tail at her husband's call, she stood up, her eyes blazing with fury. "I want a divorce," she declared, her voice resonating with newfound strength. The room fell silent, the shock evident on both Ivan's and her sister's faces. For the first time, Autumn wasn't backing down. She had had enough, and she was determined to seek revenge on every single person who had wronged her in her past life. But as she prepared to walk away, Ivan grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with desperation. "I want a second chance," he pleaded. Autumn's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardening. "Over my dead body," she spat, yanking her arm free. This time, Autumn Dawson wasn't just fighting for herself. She was ready to take down anyone who dared to stand in her way.