Isla Dawn Boyfriend

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

Westbridge Academy is not a schoo‌l for humans, It is where alphas a‌re t‍r⁠aine⁠d, blo‍od‍line‌s ar‌e sharp⁠ened, and monsters learn to rule. Isla V⁠ale knows this⁠ better than anyo⁠ne but she disgu‌ised as “Eli,” a quiet scholarship boy e‌nrolled in an elite advance‍d‍ science program, Isla hides among werewolves, shifters, and oth⁠er supernatu‌ral elite‌s, m⁠asking her scen⁠t, her body, a⁠n‍d her fear every single day. Living in the dorm make things worse and one mi⁠stake could mean exposure. One‍ slip could mean death but West‍bridge is ruled by ins⁠tin‌cts no one ca‌n‌ fully control. Kiera‌n Blackthorne the academy’s golde‍n alph‍a heir i‍s everything Isla‍ should⁠ avoid dominant, teasing, danger‌ousl⁠y perceptive⁠. From‌ the⁠ momen‍t they meet, his atte‌nti‌on lingers too long, his ins⁠t‌i‌ncts pulling him toward someone he shouldn’t want. Then there is Fin‌n Ashcroft, a calm a‍nd observant b‍eta with a reputati⁠on on the⁠ b‌ask⁠etball co⁠urt, notices what ot‌hers miss. He becomes Isla’s anchor, h‍er protect‍or and possibly the first to s‍uspect that “Eli” is hiding m‍ore t⁠han j‍ust secrets‌. As ri⁠valries‍ ign⁠it⁠e, rumors spread, and wol⁠f instincts sharpen, Isla is pulled in‍to a vola‍tile triangle of attra‌ction, j‍ealo‌usy, and dange‌r. Every⁠ close call brings her nea⁠re⁠r to discovery and every heart⁠beat risks awakening i‌nstinct‍s that cou‌ld expose her human⁠ity.‌ Whe⁠n the truth finally comes out t‍o the worst⁠ p‌o‌ssible people Westbridge erupts. Because humans were n‍ever meant to l⁠ive among w‍olves an‌d wolves do not for⁠give deception eas‍ily.

Isla is the unwanted daughter of her father and his second wife. Her days are spent in servitude while being ignored. The hope that she holds close is that she will be sold to another family to become their servant. Bjorn has assumed the role of jarl after his father's death. With his best friend by his side, he and Magnus take a tour of his lands and search for a bride. At the end of the tour, he is offered a quiet and shy woman, and he agrees to take her as his wife without meeting her. While in Londinium, Bjorn and Magnus sense their shared mate but are unable to find her before the rushed wedding. The two dragons continue to return to Londinium as they search for the unknown woman. Returning from their excursions, they discover that the quiet and shy woman is anything but quiet or shy. Isla is holding her own secrets while turning their world upside down. Finding their home in chaos, Bjorn calls on the one person who could bring the unruly Isla to heel. They soon find that not even Bjorn's headstrong and domineering stepmother can control his new wife. But she does reveal the secret that the young bride has been hiding...

Islandia tadinya hanyalah Sekertaris biasa, sampai kemudian dia tak sengaja tidur dengan bosnya yang galak sekaligus arogan. Hidup Isla yang tadinya sudah rumit karena masalah pribadi, kini malah ditambah rumit dengan urusan River Angelo, bosnya yang tiba-tiba saja mendadak jadi sangat menempel padanya. Yah, meskipun mulut jahat pria itu tidak berubah juga. Di tengah hubungan aneh antara Sekertaris dan CEO itu berlangsung, satu fakta soal masa lalu River akhirnya membuka semua kenyataan yang sama sekali tidak Isla sangka dan duga.

Isla is a young wolf who has been through hell so when she meets her mate, she feels it's the ultimate reward for her suffering. Unknown to her, he's just yet another man that's using her to get what he wants and when he doesn't, he doesn't hesitate to show his anger. Isla is strong and doesn't waver in the face of trouble and even when Kian shows her how much of a best he can be, she still stays. . Would she eventually back down when a baby comes into the picture or is she strong enough to be The Cursed Alpha's Bride?

One reckless swipe. One night that should’ve never happened. There's no turning back. Isla Ainsley, 26, never imagined that a silly swipe on Tinder would land her in bed with Julian Wolfe: a dangerously charming 42-year-old, high-powered fashion marketing executive. And a single father with a teenage daughter who tricked her into the match. What was supposed to be a mistake quickly becomes an addiction. And when feelings get involved, it’s not just clothing that gets stripped away, but scars from a past neither of them has fully healed. Thrown back into Julian’s world as an intern, Isla finds herself caught in a tightrope walk between professionalism, desire, and a quiet war of dominance. But love and business don’t play by the same rules. And neither shows' mercy to women like her. When family secrets, reputation, and revenge explode into chaos, Isla has to decide: walk away, or fall harder for the man who could shatter her completely. Some loves are unhealable. They're meant to be fought for. Even when they hurt like hell.

WARNING: R[18]: STORY WITH EXTREMELY EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT Dahil bawal ang kanilang pagmamahalan naisipan nina Vincent at Isla na magpakasal ng lihim upang hindi na magkalayo kailanman. Pero sa isang hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay naganap ang isang insidente na kahit sa panaginip ay hindi nila inasahang pwede pa lang mangyari. Gamit ang pera nito ay binayaran ng ina ni Vincent ang ama ni Isla upang ilayo ang dalaga sa binata isang araw bago ang kanilang kasal. Gumuho ang mundo ni Isla dahil sa nangyari. Pero muli silang nagkita ni Vincent, at kahit suklam ito sa kaniya sa hindi niya malaman na kadahilanan ay sinabi sa kaniya ng binata na sa ayaw at sa gusto niya ay kailangan niya itong pakasalan, kung hindi ay mawawala sa kaniya si Matthew, ang kanilang anak.

For ten years, I bled for my fated mate, Damian. I forged him into an Alpha. I built his pack from nothing. But on the eve of our Blood Moon ceremony, he chose her. He made his first love, Isla—the one who abandoned him—the High Priestess. Not me. He thought I was just some rogue with a knack for magic. He thought he could drain my power, cast me aside, and claim Isla as his true mate. But he forgot who I am. I brokered the treaties. I negotiated the trades. I built the wards that kept them all alive. He and his pack hailed Isla as their savior. They groveled at her feet. They tried to get rid of me. Their plan? Force me to escort a demon to the Abyss of Exile. But he never knew my secret. I'm no rogue. I am the youngest daughter of the Alpha King. I am royalty. So I gave them what they wanted. I walked away. They only started to panic when my wards shattered and their lands were overrun.

I was the world’s last mermaid. At birth, I was granted three wishes by God. I used the first when my boyfriend, Alex Zane, was dying. I offered up the child in my womb and my fertility in exchange for him to live a long and healthy life, untouched by illness or disaster. I used the second when the Zane family was going bankrupt. I offered up all my power and wished for their fortune to be restored and for their future to be secured. When he came to me for the final wish, his childhood sweetheart, Valentina Wilson, was dying in childbirth. After I turned him down, he threw me into a men’s prison. “A dollar a turn. Do whatever you want with her. She can’t get pregnant anyway.” That night, I wept until my voice broke. At dawn, when the light finally crept in, I offered up my life to activate the sacred token and made my final wish. “I wish for all who betrayed me to watch their world burn. Let them lose everything and die a painful, miserable death!”

In my past life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Kimberly Thatcher, claimed to be Lady Luck. She insisted on handing out sachets to keep our team safe for a hike. I, Priscilla Jensen, caught the scent and realized the sachets were stuffed with herbs that would attract wolves. So, I stepped in to stop her, saving everyone from an attack. But Kimberly thought I was looking down on her sachets, and that I was targeting her on purpose. Though she was the leader, she stormed off from the group in anger. We searched the forest under the raging storm. In the end, someone broke a leg, someone else was strangled by poisonous vines, and my shoulder was torn open. By dawn, we found Kimberly's corpse at the bottom of a valley. … On the seventh day after her death, her memorial service became an ambush. While everyone mourned for her, their eyes were fixed on me. My boyfriend, Fabian Lowell, was the first to lash out. He ripped off his bandage, revealing his wound. "If you hadn't stopped Kimberly from giving us those sachets, none of this would have happened! How dare you show up to her memorial service?" he yelled. Everyone turned to glare daggers at me. Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's all your fault! You're the reason we ended up like this! Go to hell!" In the next second, they hurled a pot of boiling stew at me. Then they set the private room ablaze and burned me alive. … When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day of the hike.