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Second Book of The Vasilia Series. First read The Demon Queen's Desire (please). Madison Coto, Vasilia, vigilante, and chosen mate of the werewolf king, Duncan Stanford, has been living with the Vasili, Anders Damon, for one month under the guise of being bound by his order. She has turned her harem into the eyes and ears of the Helvegr, the supernatural resistance. She has been working to bring him and those loyal to him to her side. Madison offered a deal to Anders. If she doesn't fall in love with him, he will release her and her harem. If she does fall in love with him, she will tell him her demon name and agree to be his mate. In the meantime, he has given in to her demands. New clothes, equal treatment, consideration for her and her harem, and locating the doctor who killed her mother. The day finally arrives when she will face the man who destroyed her family. The day she will finally finish the vengeance she vowed at fifteen on all those involved. When the Vasili takes her to the camp her mother died in, she finds so much more than the death, despair, and demented doctor she'd expected. Madison finds a piece of her heart.

Since I can remember, I have been a liar. That is the conclusion my mother made about me. After my twin brother, Daniel Benson, and I are born, she becomes obsessed with a so-called scientific parenting method. So, she puts a lie-detecting collar on each of us. Whenever we lie, the collar lights up in red. The moment it turns red, she presses a remote and shocks me. She says it will help form muscle memory to correct the bad character in me. Daniel's collar is always green. Even when he tears my mom's favorite clothes to shreds and calmly claims a dog does it, the collar still glows green. But I am different. Even if I just say, "Mom, I’m thirsty," The collar would suddenly flash a blinding red light. Then, a current shoots through my neck and into my body, making me tremble in pain. At first, I try to explain. But my mom always says the same thing. "The machine doesn't lie. You have to feel pain to learn. I'm doing this for your own good." After being shocked thousands of times, I slowly start to believe that maybe I am truly born a liar.

I was the girl he threw away... and now, I’m the woman he’d burn the world down to keep." In college, I was just Aria—the shy girl with simple clothes and a heart foolishly full of love for Lander Storm. He broke that heart in front of everyone, calling me "ordinary" and "worthless." Five years later, that girl is dead. I’m cold, I’m elegant, and I’ve returned with a face he can never forget. But I didn't come back for him. My family’s survival depends on one thing: a marriage contract with the Storms. The deal was simple: marry the brother who’s stuck abroad, wait one year, and get my freedom. But when Lander saw me—really saw me—the "temporary" part of the deal vanished. He decided to take his brother's place. He decided to become the substitute groom. He thinks he can own me. He thinks a ring on my finger can erase the scars he left on my soul. He wants to turn this one-year lease into a life sentence. But Lander Storm is about to learn one thing: I am not his property. I am the ghost of the girl he destroyed, and I’m here to make him pay the price

My mother loved a billionaire once. He destroyed her quietly, with power and control and the particular cruelty of a man who knew nobody would believe his wife's pain. She left him with nothing but the clothes on her back and a warning she planted deep inside me before I could even walk. *Never marry a billionaire.* I believed her. I built my own empire. I refused every wealthy, charming, well-suited man who came to my table with a ring and a rehearsed smile. Then I walked into The Harlow Hotel and saw a waiter. No charm. No performance. Just steady eyes that looked at me like I had startled him and then looked away first. Shyly. His name was Charles Dick. Simple. Honest. Real. Everything my mother's warning was never about. I pursued him. I provided for him. I loved him completely. Five days before our wedding he told me the truth. And everything collapsed in sixty seconds. Because the most dangerous love stories are not the ones that begin with lies. They are the ones where two people lie to protect themselves from the very love they have been searching for their entire lives. .... Vivienne Donald had sworn she would never marry a billionaire. She kept her word. She married something far greater.

In the steamy streets of Miami, 23-year-old Maya Torres works hard washing dishes to buy medicine for her sick mother, her only light in a world of pain.  With a cruel brother who steals, a sister who mocks her worn old clothes, and a lonely heart, Maya’s life is a struggle—until a stormy night changes everything.  Cleaning a shadowy bar owned by the Mafia, she hears a gunshot and finds a bleeding stranger.  Brave but scared, she saves his life, not knowing he’s Diego Salazar, a ruthless Mafia boss with a crippled leg and a heart hardened by betrayal.  When Maya’s family drags her into Diego’s dangerous world, she’s forced to work for him, sneaking into rival clubs to steal secrets.  Diego’s harsh words cut deep, but Maya stays strong, her mother’s life on the line.  As they share quiet moments, something sparks—could this cold man learn to love? But secrets unravel, and a shocking betrayal from someone close threatens to destroy Maya’s hope.  With danger closing in, a hidden truth about her past could change her life forever.  Will Maya outsmart the Mafia’s deadly games and find love, or lose everything? Dive into this thrilling tale of courage, love, and secrets—you won’t stop turning the pages!

The day before my engagement to Dean was announced, his childhood sweetheart falsely claimed I had broken her fingers when she was playing the piano. Dean flew into a rage and made me join the medical relief team in Loasia. Now that I was abandoned with just the clothes on my back, I had no choice but to fend for myself. Not long after, I was informed that he was getting married. Everyone bet that I would fly back to steal him away. After all, I had been head over heels in love with him. However, I never appeared even at the end of the wedding. I didn't even call him. I had vanished into thin air. … Five years later... A man, heavily injured from a car crash, arrived at the emergency department. His significant other demanded that he be operated on by the hospital director. I calmly held up my scalpel in the operating theatre, my face hidden behind a surgical mask. "Administer the anesthesia." Before he could be sedated, the man suddenly grabbed my wrist. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he demanded weakly, "Eve, is that you?" I pulled his hand away from mine and shot the anesthetist a look. "The patient is aggravated. Increase the dosage."

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.

"The clothes you wear is mine. The house you live in, is mine. Even the air you breathe is mine. I will take away everything from you, even your name," ******* The life of Sienna Clairvoyant, a girl from a poor background gets bamboozled when she is abused by her boyfriend's brother and accused of theft by his mother. In the blink of an eye, the harsh reality that is her is thrown before her as she is locked up, beaten up again and left to die. Nine years later, she emerges from the ground as Sienna Williams, the wife of a deceased trillionaire, seeking revenge. Next to her, is a lovely set of twins that kept her going all those years and the eldest son of her deceased husband, who, secretly harboured feelings for her. With a meticulously crafted plan for revenge, Sienna Williams returns to the town that caused her doom, targeting all those who played a part in her demise. As soon as her gaze locks with her first love and the father of her twins, Sienna doesn't think she can go through with her plans. But seeing how greedy he and has family had become over the years, Sienna Williams decides that they deserve what she has in store for them. Miss Nobody Strikes Back!

But then, in the room, there he stood. Damon. “What?!” I screamed. I was naked, with nothing to cover myself. His eyes roamed over me like a wolf howling at the moon. My hands flew to my chest, trying to shield myself, but my clothes were nowhere within reach. He pulled off his coat and tossed it to me. I clutched it to my body, trembling with shame. “What are you even doing in here? You can’t knock? You have no decency. What kind of man walks—” “Your boobs are not the finest I’ve seen,” he cut in, his voice icy. *** Zima thought being caught in a recording with her sister’s husband was the worst thing that could happen. The council didn’t think twice before sending her away to the Academy, a place ruled by ruthless Alphas. But fate had other plans. The twin Alphas of the Academy turn out to be her mates. And worse, the Alpha King, the one everyone fears, may be the reason her twin is missing and her parents are dead. Can Zima survive in a place where her heart and her life are both at risk? Will she uncover the truth about her family before it destroys her completely? And when love and revenge collide, which side will she choose?

I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years. We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us. One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle. The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left. The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy. I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled. Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him. Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit. To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again. When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying. This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.