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My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

I was just a student who couldn't afford tuition. For five years, I was also the secret lover of Mafia Don Dante Costello. Publicly, I was his personal art restorer. In private, he spent his nights making me his, holding me close and kissing me breathless. Then his family arranged his engagement. To Isabella Rossi. A princess from a rival family. At their engagement party, Isabella stabbed the back of my hand with a shard of broken glass. He made me apologize. To her. For making a scene. Fighting back tears, I bowed my head to Isabella. When Isabella lost a bet and had to play Russian Roulette—one bullet, six chambers—he made me take her place. My hand shook as I raised the gun to my head. "You saved my life once," I told him. "Now you can have it back." The moment I vanished from his world, the ruthless Mafia Don who had everything under control...completely lost his mind.

My mafia boyfriend, Silas Vale, didn’t recognize me when I dragged myself back to him after being tortured and shot by his rival gang. He was too busy holding Amy—his childhood sweetheart—in his arms. “Get this woman away from me,” he snapped at his guard. “Amy’s afraid of blood.” I’d lost so much blood I genuinely thought I might die that night. But luckily, a stranger passed by and rushed me to the hospital. When I finally recovered enough to walk, I went home—only to find Silas there, completely unconcerned about the fact that I had disappeared for almost a week. And Amy was there too. Her clothes were scattered across the floor. I didn’t confront Silas or say anything. I just pulled out my phone and called my brother. “You said you are moving to Italy? I’m coming with you.” If Silas couldn’t cherish me the way he was supposed to… then I’d vanish from his world for good this time.

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

Kim has spent most of her life on the edges—quiet, guarded, invisible. At nineteen, she’s only just beginning to learn what it means to be seen, to want, to belong. Erik was never meant to be more than a safe place, a steady presence in a world that once hurt her too deeply. He’s older, scarred by a past he doesn’t talk about, and painfully aware that loving her might mean holding her back. What begins as comfort turns into something dangerous: a love built in stolen mornings, unsaid fears, and promises neither of them knows how to keep. When Luca enters the picture—warm, easy, and part of the life Kim has never lived—everything Erik fears starts to feel inevitable. A single party. One careless moment. One kiss seen by the wrong eyes. Now Kim is torn between the man she comes home to and the future she’s only just daring to imagine, while Erik must decide whether love means fighting for her… or letting her go.

“On your knees,” Caspian ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate. Her legs gave way, the plush rug coarse against her skin. She looked up at them, four gods of her new, twisted world, each holding their cocks, hard and ready for her. “This is your punishment,” Caspian said, his hand moving slowly on himself. “For letting other men look. For being a naughty stripper .” “And your reward,” Raphael purred, his thumb swirling over the head of his erection. “For being so fucking perfect.” “Open your mouth,” Jeremy instructed, his voice thick. “Open your eyes. And don’t you dare look away.” Lyra became Jade, the faceless Stripper who could make men forget their names.But when four familiar faces took over the VIP booth, the illusion shattered. And instead of walking away, they bought the club that night—bought her stage, her contract, her secret. Four stepbrothers. One forbidden secret. She was their sin before she became their obsession.

“If you think that I will let you have me after everything you did to me then you have to be out of your mind,” Nora let out but her body said a different story when he pulled her to him, contrary to what she told him, she found herself leaning closer to him when he brought his face to hers, she knew he was going to kiss her, knew she shouldn’t let him touch her but she couldn’t say a word, couldn’t resist him… Nora Morningstar finds herself in the hands of the ruthless mafia boss who thought her to be the one who killed his family. Even when he finds out he got the wrong person, he still won’t let her go. Not only was he messing up her career and life plans, by holding her captive, he had a hold over her too as she couldn’t seem to keep her heart and body from reacting and reaching for him.

The day Pedro Palmer's mom was supposed to get my kidney, I ghosted. He waited outside the OR for ten hours. What did he get? A death notice. After that, he went full beast mode on his career. Five years later, his company blew up. Media darling. CEO. Power suit. And yeah, he was holding another girl's hand, all smiles for the cameras. "Do you have anything to say to Ruth Rackham? We heard she supported your early days," a reporter asked. Not even a pause. "Yeah. Thanks for vanishing. For letting my mom die with questions. For wrecking me. She taught me not to trust anyone." He stepped in closer, eyes cold. "This is what you wanted, Ruth? Too bad. Love's gone. And you? Not even worth my hate." That's when Nellie Lyon, the reporter, went pale. "Mr. Palmer... Ruth Rackham died five years ago. She was the test subject. She donated her body—before she passed..."

“I want you, Trsh, can't you see that?” He questioned, and I scoffed, my eyes holding nothing but anger and hatred for him. “You hurt me!” I charged at him. “And I'm ready to make things right? Like it or not, it's you I want. You're mine, Trisj.” ****** The birthday surprise she had hoped for turned out to be her worst nightmare. Trisha thought she was finally okay, but when she got betrayed by her mate and got rejected, she saw her world crumbling to her feet. From trying to get drunk in order to wash off the bitter memories of getting betrayed by her mate, she found herself having a one-night stand with the Alpha and then running away. Now she is left with no choice but to accept the cruel fate that was forced upon her. But out of the ashes of her life, she was determined to emerge, not as that weak and wretched girl of before, but as someone worth looking up to. Will she defeat her bitter fate and find the happiness she craves for?, Will love ever be an option for her again? Only time will tell.

Flavia— a lost and found baby raised as a vampire slave turns into a wolf on her sixteen birthday which seals her fate of abuse for years. There is nothing she hates more than vampires and it keeps her going until she breaks free yet luck has never been on her side. The young werewolf is caught by royal guards who take her to the Vampire king; the most vile and disgusting creature. She knows nothing but death awaits her there and she is ready to go down swinging. But, what happens when the scarred crown prince claims her as his soul mate. It disgusts her to no end but she will scoop that low. War breaks and they find themselves sitting on the throne of blood. An uncle wants their heads and crowns while dragons burn their city day and night. It’s hard holding onto life, a crown and love at the same time, especially when your so cold soul mate is not really your soul mate. PLEASE NOTE: This is book 2 of ‘The Royally Screwed’ series but can be read as a stand alone. The book contains sexual content, strong language and violence.