Hand Knuckles Weapon

He made the rules. She signed them just to break every one. When ruthless billionaire Japhet Lukers demands a marriage of convenience, he adds two impossible conditions — no love and no touch. But Anastasia Chris has never been the type to follow orders. Forced into a contract that trades her freedom for her father’s ambitions, she vows to make Japhet regret underestimating her. He wants control. She wants revenge. But somewhere between the lies, power games, and stolen glances, their fake vows start to burn too real. In a world where trust is a weapon and passion is forbidden, who will fall first — the cold-hearted CEO or the defiant bride who swore to ruin him? A steamy, fast-paced tale of revenge, obsession, and a marriage neither of them saw coming.

"What the fuck—” I started. He looked up at me. His lips were wet, swollen. He licked them slowly, like he was savoring the taste. “Keep your hands where I left them,” he said. My jaw clenched. My knuckles went white against the bedsheets. I didn’t speak. I just watched him. He lowered his mouth again, slower this time. His tongue circled the tip, then slid down the side. I felt every second of it. Every inch. He paused halfway down and looked up at me again. “You like this too much.” My throat tightened. I didn’t answer. “Bet you’ve never let anyone make you beg.” *** Callum Kesington isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control and power.But when his estranged brother resurfaces through a cryptic call, dragging him into a trail of files, threats, and old betrayals, everything he's built starts to crack. Remy Beckett, a rising star in the culinary world, is no strang to love but one man has him unraveled. A single dinner at Remy’s restaurant ignites an attraction that shakes Callum’s carefully guarded world. He’s never wanted a man before. Never craved the scrape of stubble against his skin or the heat of rough hands pinning him down. But Remy? He’s all Callum can think about. A shadowy attack leaves Remy bleeding in Callum’s arms, and suddenly, this isn’t about desire. It's about survival. Someone wants Remy dead, and Callum’s brother is at the center of it. Now, Callum must confront the ruthless empire he built, the family who betrayed him, and the truth he’s been denying.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” he warned, his eyes cold as he watched her hand slowly trace his exposed abs. The corner of her lips quirked up, and then she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and then lapped at his ear slowly and sensually. In a split second, she was flipped over and then pinned to the wall. “You asked for this, Kitten.” His emotionless face finally changed as he revealed a scorching gaze that surprised her. She wanted to protest, but it became a gasp when she realized his hand had crept beneath her gown. His hand began to move, and her gasp soon changed into moans. His other hand had never let her neck go as he squeezed tighter. “That’s right! That is what I want to hear. Since you asked for it, I’ll make you moan till your voice is no more and you have reached your limit. Even then, I won’t stop.” Jasmine was plus-sized, but she was happy because she had a fiance who she believed loved her, a step-sister who could die for her, and loved ones who treated her like a princess. Well, that all changes when her fiancee dumps her at the altar after body shaming and scamming her of all she had. To worsen things, she finds him in bed with her step-sister. Left with no one, as even those she believed to be her loved ones deserted her, she supposedly committed suicide. Three years later, she turns up at her step-sister’s and ex-fiance’s wedding, looking astonishingly different. As if that weren’t enough shock, she suddenly declares that she isn’t back for her ex-fiancee but his gorgeous hunk of a father. And to their utter disbelief, he accepts her proposal.

Sasha’s life changes forever when she meets Mr. Julius, a wealthy tycoon who elevates her from obscurity to CEO in eight short months. But her rise to power takes a dangerous turn when she meets Williams—Mr. Julius’s estranged son and her former lover. As secrets unravel and betrayals ignite, Sasha is dragged into a web of lies, manipulation, and revenge. When the truth about Mr. Julius’s bloody past comes to light, Sasha and Williams must risk everything to bring him to justice—even if it means losing all they’ve gained. In a world where love is a weapon and family is fatal, how far would you go to uncover the truth?

When Aria Vale enters the world of The Ruthless Elite, she’s not seeking power—she’s hunting it. After her parents died under mysterious circumstances linked to The Order, Aria reinvents herself and steps into the enemy’s lair, determined to bring it down from within. But Damien Voss, the Order’s most feared weapon, is watching. Trained to detect threats and eliminate them, Damien sees something in Aria that doesn’t quite fit. She’s too clever. Too calm. Too dangerous. What begins as suspicion turns into a battle of wills—and then into something darker. Something forbidden. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Aria and Damien must decide if love is a weakness... or the ultimate weapon.

She's lying," he tells the cameras. But the truth in his eyes says otherwise. Struggling on scholarship and multiple jobs to support her family, she never expected one night to change everything. But when a pregnancy test confirms her worst fears, the father, a billionaire's heir, publicly denies her claims to protect his own future. Now she's fighting a battle on two fronts: keeping her scholarship while raising a child alone, and facing down one of the most powerful families in the country. In a world where money talks and reputations can be bought, she has only one weapon, the truth. But when lies have billion dollar consequences, will the truth be enough to survive?

Upon hearing about my husband's surgery, I braved a typhoon and torrential rain, driving four hours back to the city. When I arrived at the hospital, my husband, Xander Gray, was lying on the hospital bed, calling out loudly, "I want my wife! Get my wife here!" His buddies around him joked about how his wife had him completely whipped. Everyone said he loved me to death. Blushing, I walked over with a happy smile and held his hand, saying, "I'm here." To my surprise, he shook off my hand in disgust and snarled, "Get lost! You're not my wife! My wife is Beverly Long!"

"Tell me what you would permit Nina." He snuck his hand around her neck, gripping her in a loose, but possessive hold. Nina forgot how to breath for a moment, her body unexpectedly reacting to him. "Would you let me touch you here?" He slowly moved his hand away from her neck, and trailed it down her body, feeling the dip in her waist and the curve of her hips. He then went up again until he got to the swell of her breasts. "Here Nina. Will you?" He slowly grazed the swell of her breasts, his hand almost not touching them, but she could feel it move along, and she was surprised at the anticipation it built within her. "Answer me, baby girl." He just let his palm brush over them a little. "Yes..." ***** After being rejected by her mate, and then forced by the people she call parents, Nina had no choice but to marry the infamous Alpha of the Night howler's pack to pay up her father's debts. She had heard nothing but scary things about this man, Alpha Ezra! But what happens when he turns out to be the dream she never dared to dream about?

His nose was an inch away from mine. Eyes looked down it with burning intensity. “You are mine, Adelia. And there is nothing in the world that can change that.” He growled, tracing the side of my face with a feather-light touch. I recoiled and swatted his hand away. Wanted to move backward. Out of his proximity but a strong hand settled on my lower back. Pulled me into him. Our eyes met again, letting all of my venom show in them. “You are married, Michael. Married and human! Us being mates doesn't take away from that fact.” I hissed. His blue eyes darkened. Hand flexed on my back. “Then turn me. Make me a wolf and I will be by your side until the world burns.” “Married. That is another obstacle. I won't be a home-wrecker. Never again.” I tried to move away from him. Away from the lurking promise of death and destruction if I gave in to him. Remained in his presence. But his hand twined with my dress. Forced me to stay so deathly close to him. I felt my resolve melt away. “She will understand. How can't she? We were destined to be together by the goddess herself.” He whispered and brushed his lips against my cheek. A shudder ran down my spine. “A goddess that you don't believe in.” Michael pulled away. Smiled cruelly down at me. “The only goddess I believe in is the one right in front of me.” I didn't stop him when his lips crashed into mine. Or when his tongue drifted over my bottom lip. Opened up for him so that he could explore the inside of my mouth. Devoured me whole. Morals be damned, then.