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Princess Layana's birth was a mystery and her heritage a secret. Despite the luxurious life of a royal, she simply wished for a life away from the cage-like palace. Declan of House Storm was the sole survivor of a massacred clan, an event that gave birth to the darkness within him. Fuelled by hate, rage and betrayal he wants nothing but to get revenge on the royals that slaughtered his family. What will happen when the shielded princess with a heart as pure as the first ray of dawn meets the heir whose soul is shrouded in a blanket of darkness. Will he set her free from her shackles? Will she be able to lead him to the light before it’s too late? When the first whispers of darkness spread from the borders, they are brought together to protect the kingdom.Beware the prophecy decreed a long time passed for it may hold their world in its balance. -------- “It seems Lord Declan holds more ignorance than he is aware, we are women with emotions, wishes and hopes that we put behind us for the betterment of the kingdom,” Layana said her eyes flashing “Do enlighten me, what exactly can the precious jewels of the kingdom do for its people?” Declan mocked arrogantly. “Jewels? You compare us to items devoid of emotions, but yes, like jewels, we will be given away to the highest bidder. So before assuming princesses are simply there to play dress up and have tea parties, remember our lives are not simply fun and games!”

After her fiancé publicly humiliates her during a viral Instagram Live breakup, 27 year old interior designer Lila Moreau escapes to a secluded Caribbean island, desperate to reclaim her confidence and outrun the heartbreak that shattered her sense of worth. What she doesn’t expect is a single night that will alter the course of her life. Julian Cruz, a 31 year old billionaire real estate mogul and founder of Cruz Developments, arrives on the same island to finalize a discreet, multi-million-dollar deal. Hardened by betrayal and a painful past, Julian has sworn off love entirely, believing ambition and success are the only things that never abandon him. A chance meeting at a beach bar ignites an undeniable attraction neither of them planned for nor wanted. One reckless, unforgettable night follows, free of names, promises, or expectations. At dawn, Lila disappears, leaving behind only a silver anklet and memories Julian cannot erase. Months later, fate intervenes again when Julian commissions an interior designer for his newly purchased Chicago mansion to the woman who never truly left his mind. Forced into close proximity, suppressed emotions resurface amid late night meetings, simmering tension, and unresolved desire. But their growing bond is threatened by lingering betrayals, unresolved pasts, and fears neither is ready to confront. As secrets resurface and old wounds reopen, Lila and Julian must decide whether love is worth the risk of being broken again.

Synopsis: Contract of Hearts She sold a year of her life to him. He stole eternity from her. No more wishful thinking for Mira Delacroix, who finds herself drowning in medical debt and her father's mysterious demise. She has no space for a fairytale, just a primal need for survival. And with that thought, the frigid and impossibly attractive billionaire, Kieran Locke, proposes a contract marriage. The stipulations: one year, zero feelings, not one question, and zero commitment. But the iciest hearts incinerate the hottest. Now cohabiting with Kieran means navigating his space, his hidden past, and ultimately his bedroom. The walls of pretense come tumbling down. The stipulations are obliterated. As Mira begins to consider whether the frost in his gaze is actually starting to thaw, the truth comes to light. Kieran actually knew her father before his passing. He has uncovered the perilous legacy that her father has left behind, and he has been concealing a secret that is capable of their annihilation. A notorious crime lord who used to work for her father resurfaces, hell-bent on taking what is rightfully his. Mira turns into a pawn in a perilous game. Her only source of support is the husband that has lied to her, and her only tool is her truth. Her sole path to a new dawn is to believe in the man that has already proven himself a traitor. Contract of Hearts is a full-length dark romance story filled with steamy passages, controlling heroes, and a hard-earned HEA. No cliffhanger is presented.

Ravenna’s world shatters when the Alpha’s heir publicly rejects her at their mating ceremony—and secretly sells her to the rogues. Tied up and drugged with a heat-inducing aphrodisiac, she is left for the rogues, only to be rescued by a lethal stranger in the dark. Consumed by the drug’s burning fever, she begs him for relief, sharing one desperate, heat-drenched night with a savior she barely knows. Ashamed, she sneaks away at dawn, hoping to bury the memory and start over at college. But on her first day, when her bullies corner her, a commanding voice cuts through the crowd. It’s him. The stranger from the woods. Only here, he is Professor Green—cold, untouchable, and the most feared instructor at the university. A childhood prophecy once claimed that only a forbidden Lycan mate could awaken Ravenna’s dormant wolf. One look into her strict professor’s piercing eyes tells her exactly what he is—and what they did in the dark. He wants to keep his distance and pretend that night never happened. But Ravenna is done being the pack’s victim. With her enemies closing in, she needs the feral power only her true mate can unlock. To survive, she will have to shatter his iron-clad control and make the most dangerous man on campus burn for her. Rule one: Never sleep with your professor. Rule two: When you realize he’s your Lycan mate, break all the rules.

While Adrian was out negotiating a partnership, Vivian slipped nuts into my food — the one thing she knew I was deathly allergic to. I broke out in blisters all over during the negotiation, making a scene in front of everyone. But Vivian didn't care. She pulled me aside and sneered, "You, Luna, spoiled as you are, just stay there and be a pretty face. Leave the real business to me and Adrian." I lost my temper and slapped her hard across the face. The next second, Adrian appeared in front of Vivian, pulling her into his arms. The look he gave me was pure reproach. "You're the Luna — is this how you treat your own pack members? Vivian didn't do it on purpose. Why are you making her life difficult?" Vivian pressed herself against him, eyes wide and glistening. "Luna, I know I'm clumsy. You're not really going to hold a grudge over something so small, are you?" That night, he didn't come back to our hotel room. I sat on the bed and waited until dawn, tears streaming silently down my face. Through the mate bond, I could feel exactly where he'd been — with Vivian, the entire night. He'd already betrayed me. Numb with heartbreak, I picked up my phone and called Alpha’s father.

I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice. His name was Marcus. He swore he’d stay in touch when he left for that “year-long business trip.” Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama. Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start. Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend. Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose. Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn’t know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?

Yesterday, my fiancé told me he didn’t have time to come home with me for the holidays, but secretly, he had booked a flight to my hometown. I couldn’t help feeling a quiet thrill. Justin Baker had always been good at surprises back when we were dating. I just didn’t expect that now, when we were practically like an old married couple, he’d still do something like this. I was just about to tell my dad the news when my stepsister suddenly dropped a message in the family group chat that she was bringing her boyfriend home for the holidays. The relatives in the family immediately started teasing her, wanting to see what he looked like. The next second, photo after photo of her and Justin’s couple pictures flooded the chat. “I told you he’s really handsome, right? And he’s the same age as me.” “Oh wow, you locked him down so young? Dawn, you’re impressive.” “Hmph, of course. He’s crazy about me.” I stopped breathing. So that was why, when he found out I’d be spending the holidays at my mom’s place this year, he suddenly said he didn’t have time to come with me. It was because he already knew we wouldn’t run into each other. My hands trembled as I sent him one last message. [I’ve returned the engagement gift to you. We’re done.]

Isabella Moretti was born into power, wealth, and expectation. As the precious heiress of an empire, her life has never been her own. So when her family demands she marry cold, commanding billionaire Sebastian Blackwell to seal a lucrative alliance, she obeys—because that’s what a Moretti does. But on the night of the wedding, behind the locked doors of their lavish suite, Sebastian is not what she expected. His touch is possessive, his gaze unreadable—but beneath the ice, there’s heat. He makes her feel something she shouldn’t. And when their bodies collide, it isn’t duty—it’s desire and longing. Still, her heart doesn’t belong to him yet. It belongs to Luca Rossi—the boy her family cast out, the man she was forbidden to love. Wracked with guilt and confusion, Isabella flees before dawn, still in her wedding dress, and finds her way back to Luca. Their reunion is messy, breathless, and full of longing. One night. One mistake. One more secret. Days later, Isabella’s world tilts again: she’s pregnant. And she has no idea whose child it is. Now, torn between a man she never meant to want and fall in love with and the man she never stopped loving, Isabella must navigate a storm of lies, legacy, and longing. Sebastian won’t let her go. Luca won’t give her up. And the child growing inside her may belong to either. One heiress. Two nights. One impossible choice.

In my past life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Kimberly Thatcher, claimed to be Lady Luck. She insisted on handing out sachets to keep our team safe for a hike. I, Priscilla Jensen, caught the scent and realized the sachets were stuffed with herbs that would attract wolves. So, I stepped in to stop her, saving everyone from an attack. But Kimberly thought I was looking down on her sachets, and that I was targeting her on purpose. Though she was the leader, she stormed off from the group in anger. We searched the forest under the raging storm. In the end, someone broke a leg, someone else was strangled by poisonous vines, and my shoulder was torn open. By dawn, we found Kimberly's corpse at the bottom of a valley. … On the seventh day after her death, her memorial service became an ambush. While everyone mourned for her, their eyes were fixed on me. My boyfriend, Fabian Lowell, was the first to lash out. He ripped off his bandage, revealing his wound. "If you hadn't stopped Kimberly from giving us those sachets, none of this would have happened! How dare you show up to her memorial service?" he yelled. Everyone turned to glare daggers at me. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's all your fault! You're the reason we ended up like this! Go to hell!" In the next second, they hurled a pot of boiling stew at me. Then they set the private room ablaze and burned me alive. … When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of the hike.

I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover. The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner. Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from hitting send. His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love. That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight. It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers. When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave." When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it." When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible." So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo. Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high. From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend. I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me. And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.