Her Sin, His Obsession

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.

Angela Bailey spent six years believing her marriage was built on love, only to discover her devoted husband was nothing more than a polished illusion. When she filed for divorce and asked her daughter to leave with her, the little girl clung to another woman’s hand and called her “Mom.” Donald Turner, cold and entitled, told her, “As long as you apologize to Nina, you can still live your high-society life.” Angela scoffed. “You might not even stay in high society yourself.” She walked out of the Turner household with nothing, determined to rebuild her life from the ground up. With her own talent and grit, she joined a new company and went head-to-head with her ex. Just when Donald realized his mistake and wanted her back, another man stepped into Angela’s life—someone who protected her openly, supported her quietly, and cherished her without hesitation. Donald regretted everything and wanted her back. He appeared with their daughter, eyes red as he pleaded, “I’ll give you the entire Turner family. Please love me and our daughter again.” The man beside Angela laughed. “The Turner family? That means nothing. Angela doesn’t need it. And as for a daughter…” He looked at Angela, and together they said, “We already have one.”

Nocturne Ville, as beautiful as the mystery city might be, has always been a magnet for supernaturals in an alternate America. Although neighbouring cities dismissed the bizarre happenings as fables, its citizens knew that there was more to the lovely metropolis than meets the eye, but they preferred to be oblivious to the reality. It was much simpler. There she was in the centre of it all. Desirée Doyle, who had the gentle and luminous aura of an empyrean creature, was divided between accepting the obvious reality and remaining convinced that everything was a myth. All she cared about was finishing college and escaping Nocturne Ville, which was the source of all her problems. Desirée was just interested in keeping her head down as usual, but the appearance of the intriguing André Baudelaire, a Vampire, appeared to be the solution to the hole she had always felt. Their encounter made Desirée rethink everything she had always believed, entangling them in a web of hot passion that André was determined to deny to the ends of the world, given his hatred for commitment as a result of his instability over decades. How can a quiet girl who has always felt incomplete manage the supernatural world? Will she accept the heat and commotion that comes with it, or will she flee to the hills?

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

"Pervert!" Those were the words that came out of Jessica's mouth when the dashing young casanova ravaged her body with his eyes. Eight years later, she came back with twins and a deep heart filled with revenge and hidden affection. "Daddy, I don't think you are man enough," Gabby said, looking straight into Edwin's eyes with his emerald green eyes just like Jessica's. "Why?" "That's because you can't even get mummy to like you!" Abby responded, blinking her big hazel eyes just like his. Staring at his mini-version and the adorable girl version of himself, Edwin vowed to get Jessica back, the only girl that made his heart flutter. Even though he hurt her badly. What would happen when these two people finally meet amidst the grudges between them? Would Edwin Turner be repentant of all his wrongdoings and make amends with the woman he once spite? Or would Jessica Graves do all she can to destroy the only man who still makes her heart beat and the father of her kids? Or would those cute little angels bring together the enemies that happened to be their parents? The one with the strongest will wins.

Naina Harper thought she had it all, the perfect life, the perfect fiancé, and a future with Lucas, the man she believed was her soulmate. Until one night shattered everything. Drugged at a party and left vulnerable, Naina wakes up in the bed of Kyle Prescott, the cold, ruthless billionaire known for his dark desires and untouchable power. What should’ve been a nightmare becomes a mystery she tries to forget. But the real nightmare came after. Lucas didn’t just leave her at the altar, he’d been sleeping with her best friend behind her back. The love she trusted turned out to be a carefully crafted lie. She wasn’t just betrayed. She was played. And then, the final blow. Pregnant. And the father? The man from that night. Kyle Prescott. Now, with nothing left to lose, Naina steps into Kyle’s world, not for love, but for revenge. To reclaim control. To make them all pay. But Kyle isn’t a man you walk away from. Not when he’s already made his move. Not when his name is on her body… and now, in her bloodline. He’s the obsession she never chose. The sin she can’t escape. And the billionaire who won’t let her go. Because Kyle didn’t just touch her life, he claimed it. And now, Naina Harper is forever bound… to his sin. ————— This is a slow burn story with just the right mix of mystery and thriller. It’s not just about love and revenge, it’s about secrets , control and the first line between obsession and fate.

Antonio 'Tony' Santa De Leones. The CIA's black sheep. Foul mouthed. Rude. Known for his penchant for pretty little things. A weakness, they said. But Tony beg to differ. Suspended and very bitter. He flies to Italy. Spends one night drowning his regrets in the arms of a beautiful stranger. A man. A mistake? No. Not a mistake. Then, Tony's past comes knocking. His real past. The CIA found out, that he came from a long line of Mafia royalty. Also a black sheep to that family. The CIA wants him to go undercover in the very mafia he was born into—the family that disowned him. The legacy he buried. And their bait? Reinstate his rank. Reclaim his pride. And what will he get in turn? A chance to burn his bloodline from the inside. But nothing could prepare him for what he finds out. The mysterious one night stand? His name was Angel. The prized possession of a rival mafia leader. And the key to everything. Tony should just act. Use Angel how he see fit. Then discard him. But he's already addicted. Obsessed. And in the criminal underworld where loyalty is a lie and love is a weakness? Obsession can be deadly.

Jasmine Jaiswal believed in love against all odds, even when life was relentless in its cruelty. Married to Arun, her knight in shining armor, she thought she had finally escaped her tragic past. But when Arun hands her divorce papers and reveals his betrayal, her world shatters. Alone in a prison cell, framed for a crime she didn't commit, Jasmine's love turns to a burning desire for vengeance. As she navigates the darkest corners of her soul, she must decide if her quest for retribution is worth the price of her humanity...... What would she do when she discovers that she was carrying the babies of the man she so desperately wanted to destroy?

"You want to know what secrets I am hiding?" Dacre asked and I swallowed nervously. I nodded my head. "Well then you should submit to me," He said as his eyes darkened. "Submit?" I asked in confusion. "I will let you in on my secrets, and in exchange, you give me yourself. You are going to be mine...just mine." For every wound the world would inflict on Dacre, I would gladly let the blue eyed boy ravish me whole. Every. Single. Time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dacre Caldwell has been given a mission to complete that he wants to see through to stake a claim on the alpha title. Love is the last thing on his mind. But when he stumbles upon a brown-haired girl, everything turns upside down. Clarissa Emerson has never liked boys. She thinks their heads are filled with bricks. But she finds herself increasingly attracted to the blue-eyed boy who has vowed to unravel secrets-not only of himself but of her body and soul.

I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing. I was hiding the knife behind me, picturing the perfect place to stab him. His searing heat sent a gush of lust inside me. I shouldn't fall for that. This was a revenge plan, not a romantic show-off. "I'm engaged, and I have a child with him" I remembered, barely recognizing my cold voice which had become soft and weak. He let out a dirty smirk, lowering his eyes to my lips as we exchanged breath. "I know, but I can't stop myself from falling" he whispered, and before I could blink an eye, he captured my lips, twirling them to his taste. It was a long liquid kiss that made me wet so that I couldn't fight back. The knife slipped off my hand as my body yanked on his. We both dried up where we stood when her voice resounded in our ears. "Mom?"