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"Katerina?" My vision shrinks to a pinprick. "You're insane. Straight up insane." "I've thought that myself, many times, in fact. But in this case, I'm clear-headed. Marry me, Katerina." "Never!" "You seem to be under the impression that I'm asking. I'm not. I'm telling you to marry me." ------------------- When a night-out with her best friend, Fabiola, leads to her witnessing a murder, stubborn, sassy and hot-headed Katerina Kozlov shrugs it off as a bad dream. But when the murderer shows up to buy her store and even goes as far as kidnapping her for his own personal purposes, she realizes that she may be in far more trouble than she'd initially bargained for. As pakhan of the Ivanovsky Bratva, Sasha Ivanovsky is not only ruthless but has the entire city underneath his thumb. When there's a witness to one of his numerous crimes, he sets out to subdue her, but finds out that Katerina Kozlov is unlike any other woman or victim he'd had to deal with before. For one, she's got a very sharp mouth. Two, she holds the key to him finally taking down a generational enemy, Yevgeniy. His plans take a shift, but he'll need one thing from Katerina to ensure a smooth sailing. Her submission.

Trapped in an arranged marriage with a man whispered to be ruthless, Katherine Reiss refuses to surrender to fate. Damon Lucifer Dankworth is a mystery cloaked in shadows-cold, tormented, and dangerously irresistible. Determined to break free from the union forced upon her, Katherine flees from her parents' grasp and infiltrates Damon's life under a disguise, searching for the perfect evidence to destroy the engagement. But the deeper she digs, the more tangled she becomes in his secrets-and his arms. Passion ignites, desire consumes, and the lines between duty and temptation blur. Just as she starts unraveling the enigma of Damon, their pasts collide, threatening to tear them apart. When everything crumbles, will Katherine fight for love... or let the past dictate their fate?

Sonia was raised up by a popular chef after the miserable death of her sister. She gets offered a job as a maid in a popular multi billionaire woman house to earn money in order to go back to school but everything becomes a nightmare when she came across the woman son whose name was Keith, a cold and arrogant guy who believes money is everything

Phoebe Salcedo doesn't want anything in this world, except for one thing… that is Steven Montero, the swimmer’s love.

Marco Regnante knows what it means to have led a hard life. Taken away from his family and sold to a cartel. Then forced to fend for himself and fight in an underground boxing ring before his teens, only to be thrown onto the road and left to die. He survived due to one reason alone: a group of boys saving his life. Nearly fifteen years later, adopted by the Regnante family, he has grown to be one hell of a man and the protege of the world's most ruthless Mafia Boss. Marco is a man for casual flings to sate his carnal desires, whereas his friends constantly attempt to set him up. Something which he finds irking because it's "Always flings. Never commitment."Now, throw into the mix, the 22-year-old Sofia Giordano, the Mafia daughter who was almost sold as a sex slave, and saved by the enemy, then thrust onto Marco as his responsibility; a direct order from The Boss. He is a man that leaves for work at 9 a.m and returns late at 11 p.m, and all he wants is peace and quiet to help him unwind for the day. But with Sofia around, he can wave peace goodbye, that girl dragging chaos with her wherever she walks. Something...which tests patient Marco's limitations--which happen to be wearing thin. After weeks and months of spending time together, they manage a routine and start to warm up to one another, and just when they think that things couldn't get any better, what happens when they find out Marco isn't who he claims to be? That he is not the man he thinks he is? That his reality is far worse than it actually seems? Forcing him to choose between what is right, and what is most dear.

Nia is faced with different choices and terrible decisions as her mom lays sick in the hospital. She is forced to take up a job which brings her drama, trouble and love. Life doesn't get better when she becomes a maid in the Williams mansion, home to a large British family, who aren't very welcoming to strangers. Surrounded by different people, some who despise her, others, trying so hard to get her out of the mansion, Nia has to adapt to different ways and things in order to save her mother's life.

Promises are meant to be broken. That's what Infinity believes. Because ever since no one has kept their promises to her. Until she learned not to hope, because, in the end, it would not come true either. Until one man changes her beliefs, he fulfills everything he says and promises to her. Now she began to hope, to believe, to trust, and to love once again. But fate has another plan for her. The man behind her smile left her hanging. That turned her life into nothingness once again. Because of this, she only writes painful stories. That's why The Journal, the biggest and most well-known online reading application and website in the country, editor-in-chief dubbed her The Tragic Writer. After that, she began to rebuild herself. She’s trying to survive and be alive, even in pain and nothingness. But the past keeps on haunting her. Until someone came who made her feel alive again, he made her believe that she was not alone, that she was worth it and had a place in this world. Is he her saving grace? Or another heartbreak?

Ayana Torrez just tossed her graduation cap and hit the road — alone, unbothered, and ready for anything. With cash flowing from her vlogging success and a thirst for freedom, she’s chasing thrill over routine, passion over predictability. But her solo adventure takes a steamy turn when she crosses paths with dangerously charming men who tempt her to explore more than just new places. Every mile brings her deeper into pleasure, but behind the flirty detours and wild nights… could love be waiting at the end of the road?

Soren Voss has spent years keeping his life and desires under control. His sexuality is a secret, one night stands are his favourite routine and the hotel room he reserves is the only place he can be himself. Then Juno Ames walks in looking warm, confident and freshly heartbroken, he sees right through Soren’s walls. One night together changes everything and makes Soren question everything he thought he could control. Family pressure keeps increasing, blind dates are being arranged and Soren could only think of one option, a fake engagement which is supposed to be simple and safe. But Juno isn’t just part of the plan, he’s the one who makes Soren feel things he has never allowed himself to feel and the one person Soren can’t stop thinking about. Pretending to be in love was easy, actually falling for the man who understands him completely? That’s the one thing Soren can’t control.

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