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(Book 2 of THE ROYAL BRIDE) With the rebellion raised by Ren Lancaster in Frostville, Solterra's second prince, David, was put to endless sleep in the heart of the sacred mountain. King Arthur led his troops together with his two other sons when Ren Lancaster ambushed the kingdom's village. Ophelia wanted to fight with them but she was pregnant at the moment and her husband, Crown Prince Demitri, forbid her to go. King Arthur was killed, Martin was cursed, and Demitri was buried deep down the ground when the cave, where they fought, collapsed. Ophelia was devastated when she heard the news and planned for revenge. But before she could make a move, Ren attacked the palace, catching her off guard. The Queen died and so as Ophelia's unborn child. Ophelia fought with Ren and he was badly injured but managed to escape after he sealed Ophelia's dragon. Ophelia was left alone and decided to ascend to the throne and lead the kingdom with her new found allies—the two sons of the werewolf clan's alpha. On her coronation, she promised she'd achieved these three things no matter what: awaken the two princes and her dragon, resurrect Demitri, and kill Ren Lancaster.

Noah Davis is a successful businessman, handsome, but due to a bad experience in love has promised never to believe in love again, however, he is willing to do anything for his son, even marry someone he does not love. Emily Wilson is a young, tender and intelligent woman, but full of economic problems. After moving around several places without finding a good job to help her parents, she decides to become a nanny. With a contract in place, many feelings involved will make Noah and Emily's lives take an unexpected turn. Will they be able to set aside their prejudices and face their feelings? How far will Emily and Noah go for love?

**********This story contains subjects and topics that are not suitable for younger viewers. Scenes that are depicted are that of abuse, slavery, trafficing, vulgar language, ect.. This story has a lot of dark and twisted topics and should not be read if you know these dark themes will be triggering. I will do my best to Label the chapters of abuse but know in almost every chapter there is some sort of triggering material. Again, I do not wish to cause any harm to anys emotional and mental health. Their are also subjestive material that includes but is not limited to emotional, physical, sexaul abuse as well as pedophilia. I in no way support any of these tragedies but do create dark and twisted stories. All stories created by me are completely fictional and have no real merit to any person's life (at least intentionally, I am not psychic and can not be sure that someone has or hasn’t gone through these horrors. Just know that you have been fully warned. Felicity is the oldest daughter of the Alpha of the Howl Pack. They are well known for their underground buisness. Forced to marry another alphas son in order to take over for her father Felicity is at a crossroads from wanting what she dreams and doing what she was brought up to do. Always the dutiful daughter. Felix was orphaned at an early age and sold into the seedy underground world of human sex slavery. Felix has only wanted one thing. Peace. His peace is that of a beautiful girl that sits by the lake every night to console him. In his dreams.

A cold-hearted killer, Louis Kingsley. He was not a human, but a mythological bloodsucking creature who had lived for centuries. However, that sadistic prince suddenly took a vampire hunter as his slave. What will Tiara do next? Kill the crown prince or choose the other way? "I hate a slave who disobeys her master's orders," - Louis Kingsley "I'm not your slave, Bastard!" - Tiara Kim Perfect Mate 2021, Valent Z.

The night Gloria Leach—my husband's ex—died in the rain, he floored it and drove us off a cliff. That's when it clicked. Evan Patterson had always hated me for getting between him and Gloria. Then I woke up, I was back on the wedding day. This time, he didn't even pause. Ditched the rings. Ran straight to her outside the church. I didn't cry. Didn't make a scene. I just called it off. While they turned their reunion into a show, I said yes to someone else. In this life, Evan and I were strangers. Until eight years later. An auction. I placed a no-cap bid on the final item—sapphire cufflinks. Won. I was leaving when Evan stepped in front of me, scowling. "Robyn, stop embarrassing yourself. Even if you bought every cufflink on earth for me, I still wouldn't love you. Gloria's the only one in my heart." I didn't even look at him. Just reached for the little girl beside me. "Sweetheart, say hi to the gentleman." He saw her face—mine, copied clean. His eyes went red, and his grip snapped around my wrist. "She's our daughter?"

My cold-blooded Mafia boss, Don Cassius, tore my painting to shreds. Right in front of everyone. I needed to vent. I texted a picture of my legs in fishnets to my dark web sugar daddy. [Wanna be stepped on by your Mistress? Stroke it for me. Now.] I looked up. Cassius—usually an untouchable iceberg in a bespoke suit—swallowed hard. His ears flushed a dark red. Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone. My photo. My filthy command. Both flashing on his screen. Holy shit. Ice shot through my veins. My stupid fucking thumb slipped... and hit the video call button.

I was the princess of the Moretti family, but in my past life, I ended up with my hands and feet bound, tossed to the bottom of a river. All because my parents, my brothers, and even my fiancé were obsessed with Fiona—the sweet-faced, manipulative bitch they’d adopted. My oldest brother, Lorenzo, would say, “Stay away from Fiona. She’s not like you—savage and vicious.” My second brother, Marco, would say, “This couture gown is for Fiona. It would be a waste on you.” And my fiancé, Albert Falcone, told me, “I love Fiona’s soul. This engagement with you? It’s just business.” But I was reborn. On the night of my engagement party with Albert. And this time, I got a “Slap-Back System.” 【The moment the host effectively strikes back against her bullies, achieving a true slap-down, she will be rewarded with billions in wealth and supreme power.】 I laughed. And with one shove, I sent the towering champagne pyramid crashing to the floor. “This whole ‘mafia princess’ gig? I’m done with it.”

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”

I was on my way to pick up my son from school when I got a call from his teacher. “Mrs. Corleone, you don’t need to come. Your husband — the one who’s been missing for five years — just picked up your son from school.” My chest tightened with unease, and I quickly corrected her. “Teacher, you must be mistaken. My boy's dad in Sicily on business. Where is this ‘other husband’ coming from?” After a short pause on the phone, the teacher spoke again. “Mr. Corleone said you don’t have to lie. He said he won’t kick you out of the Corleone family, since you gave him a son after you ran away from the wedding.” “You only have to give your position as his wife to the woman who saved his life.” I rolled my eyes. Deliberately raising my voice, I sent a voice message to his uncle. “Darling, come home immediately! Your nephew is back and trying to take our son!” Then I heard a crash on the other end.

My husband, Don Reginald, and my parents threw me in prison on the very night I gave him his heir. All because my sister, Felicia, set me up. She claimed I gave her a wild horse at the family races—a horse she knew she couldn't handle. It went crazy. It trampled a senator to death. With the FBI breathing down our necks, the whole family made me take the fall. Three years. Reginald didn't care that I'd just had our son. He pushed me. Over and over. "It was your horse. If you hadn't given it to her, the Feds wouldn't be after Felicia. Just do the time. When you get out, you'll still be my Donna." Three years later, I came back. Nothing had changed. They still chose her. Even the son I bled for now calls Felicia "Mama." He looks right through me, his own mother. I didn't fight. Not like the old me. I just walked away. But when I finally vanished for good, Reginald lost his mind. He tore the world apart, begging me to come back. To be his Donna again.