Harry Bright Mamma Mia

Mia, a breathtaking heiress, believed she had found true love until betrayal shattered her world. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit, she languished in prison, her heart hardened by years of longing and pain. Now, she’s back with a fiery hunger for revenge and a plan that involves seduction as much as strategy. Entering into a tantalizing contract marriage with a powerful and dangerously alluring businessman, Mia steps into a world where passion and peril intertwine. As she navigates this treacherous landscape, Mia finds herself ensnared in a game of desire and deceit, where every glance is charged with electric intensity and every touch ignites forbidden flames. Her nights are filled with dark, sensual encounters that blur the lines between ally and adversary, testing her resolve and awakening cravings she never knew existed. Will Mia’s quest for justice lead her to uncover the sinister secrets lurking in the shadows, or will she be consumed by the erotic power plays that threaten to unravel her? “Love, Lies, and Revenge” is a provocative tale of betrayal, resilience, and the ultimate quest for redemption, where love and lust collide in a tempest of emotion and desire.

Just before our Luna Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Killian, rejected me—moments after we'd mated. "The pack needs a gentle Omega for a Luna, Mia. Not a Beta with blood on her hands like you." His face was a cold mask, his Alpha command washing over me, snuffing out the lingering scent of our passion. I swallowed the pain in my heart and watched him slam the door. A moment later, a notification hit the pack network. I was stripped of my position as Lead Beta. In my place, Killian appointed Mia as the new Head Warrior. The empire I'd spent eight years helping Killian build was gifted to her on a silver platter. With my heart shattered, I walked away. It wasn't until I became Luna to Alpha Damien of a rival pack that Killian started showing up at my new border, crying and begging me to come back.

I'm Dominik, the dark side of an Archangel. I have no good in me. I have never loved a soul. Yet, here I am, falling for a Human girl with bright blue eyes. How? I want to get the fuck out of here. Ever since I was imprisoned here, my brother has been a thorn in my spine. I have continually schemed ways to escape. Not that I don't appreciate Hilda and everything she has done, my freedom has always been my priority. Tell me why I am so enamored with this little Human? The way she laughs. The way she admires me when she thinks I'm not looking. The pink flooding her cheeks. The problem is, The Keepers are looking for their amulet, and Master Rowen is looking for his pet… I didn't know which one was worse. I knew what I had to do to get us out, and It was going to hurt me more than it would hurt her. I even contemplated not doing it and just staying here, with her… But the Keepers couldn't be so kind as to leave her be. My plan was here, the time to execute was now, and I forced her to take us back with her. I didn't save her when she arrived, just to allow my fucking feelings to get in the way. Guilt flooded my chest when I manipulated her. It flooded my chest again when my brother shoved a flaming hot Angel blade right through her… What did I do? Oh, yea… I left her there to bleed out… And now that I've ruined any chance I ever could have had with the little Human… I'm going to open Pandora's Box and unleash hell onto this world. If I have to hurt, so does everyone else.

Three years ago, to save his lover Vivian’s son, Alpha Alexander personally drained the life essence from our five-year-old daughter. I fought like a cornered animal to stop him, but Vivian’s rogue wolves broke my legs, carved away my Luna tattoo, and left me for dead in the pack’s Forbidden Zone. Three years later, the boy, Oliver, suffered a relapse of his Bloodline Decay. Only then did Alexander remember we ever existed. He cast a net far and wide, determined to drag my daughter and me back to serve as a living battery for Oliver. But this time, he was in for a bitter disappointment. Because my daughter, Mia, and I were already dead.

Mia is forced to marry the wealthiest man in the country to protect her younger sister. Just because she was forced doesn't mean she didn't love. Yes? She loved him to the depth of her bones but he? He wanted to punish her for her crimes. Crimes she wasn't aware of. “ I'll make sure to make your life a living hell,” he whispered into her ear sending chills down her spine. She remembered him but he had no idea who she was, she loved him and would do anything for him to see her heart but he was unresponsive but that all changed when she decided that she wouldn't force her love or bear the consequences for what she didn't do. Fleeing from his torturous grip, only then does Azek realize his feelings for her and who she is. All that's on his mind now is how not to lose her the way his dad had lost his mom.

Laya was a great and professional cellist. Her parents believed that a bright future is waiting for her and they were so proud of her. However, life is unfair to her. When she lost her family at her very young age, her life turned upside down and she lives for one purpose that she would have revenge. But life is full of surprises. She fell for the murderer' son....

She was sent to steal, not to fall in love. Mia—a woman trapped in the shackles of her father’s debts—was a pawn in a dangerous game. Forced to work for a criminal gang, her orders were clear: disguise as a stripper, seduce her target, and steal a critical drive. It was supposed to be simple. But nothing about that night went according to plan. Because Zac was there. A billionaire with power, charm, and eyes that saw straight through her. He booked her for the night, and in a single heartbeat, everything changed. Mia missed her target, and in a twist of fate, two strangers fell into a love neither of them saw coming. But love is a weakness. When her boss demands her loyalty, Mia has no choice but to vanish—leaving Zac broken and Mia a ghost. Months later, she’s back. A new name. A new role. A new mission. This time, Mia’s orders are clear: spy on him. Hired as his cook, she steps back into Zac’s world… only to discover he’s now engaged to someone else. The man who once promised her forever is out of reach. And the secrets Mia carries are more dangerous than ever. But some connections can’t be erased. As lies unravel and betrayal ignites, Mia is faced with a choice: protect the man who still owns her heart or survive the forces that will stop at nothing to destroy them both. In a game of lies and love, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all. Prepare to be captivated by THE BILLIONAIRE’S MYSTIQUE BRIDE—A suspenseful romance story, you won’t be able to put down.

Vladimir has been abused for over fifteen years for killing a female from the Silver Pack. His wolf, Derayu, is feral he can't be trusted, and Vladimir struggles to keep him locked inside his mind. But what will happen when he finds a way to break free from the prison Vladimir put around him? Elena is strong, confident, and the best vampire huntress from all over Romania. Her wolf, Mia, falls in love with Vladimir soon after she meets him. Will her wish come true, and one day, she will mark her mate? Or will Elena's past knock on her door and force her to decide to be with Vladimir or get her revenge? What will happen when Elena and Vladimir meet? Can two different persons find peace and love and accept each other the way they are? Join Elena and Vladimir in a story that will take on adventures while they try to resolve some mysteries from the past.

Warning! Explicit content! I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in my room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different. I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever. Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room. My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air. His presence froze me at once, or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine. I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me looked like someone who must be very close to him. **** He had been stalking her for three days. He knew where she worked, where she lived and the dumb people she visited. She didn't have much friends, just a bunch of nuns who appeared in fúcking white garments. She smiled so brightly like she was the purest soul on earth. She acted so naive like she's never been fucked before. It didn't matter how much she pretended, how much she tried to hide her identity. She was his next target and he'd be treating her like one. He didn't become the King of the night for no reason; the renowned torturer. He'd torture her like he did to others, get the information he needed and put a sweet bullet in her head. She was not getting off his list.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.