Jerusalem Delivered Poem

When 20 year old Emilia Navarro is sold to one of the most feared mafia lord in the city, her world shatters. Her father and stepmother, drowning in debt and desperate for a taste of luxury, trade her innocence for a pile of blood stained money. She is delivered like property to Dante Calhoun a cold, ruthless man with ice in his veins and a reputation built on violence. Dante didn't ask for a bride, he demanded obedience, a pawn to solidify his grip over a rival family. What he didn't expect was Emilia's fire, fragile yet defiant. Emilia refuses to be broken even as she thrusts into a world of brutal power plays ,deadly secrets and dangerous alliances. As the lines between hate and desire blur, Emilia must learn how to survive in a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is earned in blood. But the deeper she falls into Dante's world, the more she realizes that the most dangerous thing may not be falling for the man she was sold to but discovering secrets behind her true origin.

When Alpha Lorenzo finds his mate and discovers she is a twelve-year-old orphan, he is certain the Moon Goddess has lost her mind. Why would she allow him to feel the mate-bond when they can't claim one another yet? What he doesn’t know is that this young girl has been delivered into his care for a reason. Arla is not only a powerful werewolf but also a powerful witch, and who better to fiercely protect her from those who wish to exploit her power, than her own fated mate. Arla’s journey of development and discovery, as she learns to harness her powers and navigate her new life, takes her from timid pre-teen to a strong and influential young woman. With Alpha Lorenzo as her protector, can she fight off the evil threats that lay in her path? And when the time finally comes for her to feel the mate-bond, can she forgive him for keeping it a secret all these years? *Completed*

Harrison believed Estelle had betrayed him wih his best friend. He asked for a divorce straight away. She tried to explain, but he refused to believe her and insisted on ending the marriage. Desperate, she begged him for one last hope.“What if I’m pregnant? Would that change anything?”Harrison did not even pause.“I’m sick of your boring games.” So Estelle hid the pregnancy. She delivered their daughter alone. Without a farewell, she vanished from his life and rebuilt herself somewhere far away. Seven years later, Estelle returns and meets Harrison again. Estelle believes he has a son now, a child he shares with his first love. Estelle tells herself this is how it should be, that they have both moved on. But Harrison keeps begging to win her back. He says he can’t live without her. And what Estelle doesn’t know is this: the boy she believes is Harrison’s son with his first love is actually her son.

Vincenzo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And he never, ever loses. When you spill Mancini blood, payment comes due—with interest. Stacy Salvatore should have been an easy target. The daughter of the man who slaughtered his mother and tried to burn his family empire to ash. His perfect revenge, gift-wrapped and delivered to his doorstep. He had it all planned out: take everything from her, break her spirit, and kill her. What he didn't plan for was her backbone of steel and eyes that burn with the same ruthless determination as his own. She's no cowering captive. She's a storm wrapped in human skin, fighting him with every breath, challenging the code he's lived by since childhood. With each clash between them, the lines blur. Enemy. Obsession. Addiction. Her defiance becomes the only thing that makes him feel alive, and the vengeance he's chased for years might just start tasting like ash in his mouth. But blood debt must be paid. In full.

In the ruthless underworld of New York’s Italian mafia, peace comes at a deadly price. When Luca Rossi, the cold-blooded heir to the Rossi empire, executes the Vitale family’s prized soldier, war erupts between the two most powerful crime families. To prevent total annihilation, a marriage alliance is forged but the Vitale don offers something no one expected: his defiant, openly gay younger brother, Alessio. Luca has spent his life burying his desires beneath layers of violence and duty. Marrying a man is unthinkable in their traditional world yet refusing means rivers of blood. Alessio, beautiful and unbreakable, is delivered to Luca like a sacrifice… or a weapon. What begins as a contract of convenience explodes into obsession. Stolen touches in penthouse shadows. Whispered praise that shatters Alessio’s walls. A possessive love neither man saw coming. But in a world built on betrayal, someone is plotting to tear the fragile truce apart and kill the newlyweds before they can claim real power. Two men bound by vengeance. One love forged in fire. Only one question remains: will they rule together… or die trying?

Braving a downpour, I delivered a lavish food order, anticipating the hefty commission and a $100 tip. Laughter suddenly echoed from the villa. Someone started, "He really believes your car crash left you paralyzed? He's hustling deliveries to support you and even pawned his dad's heirloom?" Another said, "What if he discovers you're actually a billionaire heiress, just playing poor? He'd probably break down in tears." Jessica Stark toyed with her wine glass. "Guys like him are wired to serve, especially since he always outshone Mark in our school days. This is his comeuppance." I stood in the relentless rain, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips. Turned out, her two-year charade of paralysis was merely to avenge her childhood sweetheart. Her broken legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears were all meticulously crafted lies. Disillusioned, I dialed my estranged tycoon mother. "You win. I'll go through with the arranged marriage."

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

Ever since my wife had that oversized custom sofa delivered, she'd been sleeping in the living room every night. Whenever I tried to bring her back to the bedroom, she brushed me off with the same excuse—she was tired. Sometimes, she even locked the bedroom door from the outside. I would hear muffled, muffled sounds coming from the living room late into the night. The door wouldn't open again until the next morning. I couldn't take it anymore. The day she gave birth, she had just been wheeled out of the delivery room, still lying on the hospital bed, too weak to even sit up. I refused to hold the baby. Instead, I told her I wanted a divorce. Her eyes turned red as she stared at me. "Just because I've been sleeping on the couch every night, you're divorcing me, right after I give birth to our child?" I didn't hesitate. "Yeah."

My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up. “If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!” I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby. He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse. “You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!” Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me. “Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.” Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.

My adopted brother made a name for himself during the potion competition by using a potion he had stolen from me. No one expected the competition to be a ruse, but it turned out to be a scheme to find a husband for the serpent clan's youngest princess. She was born barren, cruel, and hideous. That very night, the serpent clan delivered a marriage contract, demanding that the creator of the potion take the princess as his wife. When my fiancée heard the news, she panicked and bonded with my adopted brother on the spot. After sealing their bond, he lifted his shirt, proudly showing me the wolf mark carved into his back. "Your fiancée's mine now, bro. What are you going to do? You'll turn twenty-five in three days. If no one marries you by then, you'll be randomly matched to one of those older, violent nomad beastwomen." He was wrong. I still had one choice left. I found my parents in the front hall, once again cleaning up the mess he had made. "If he won't marry the serpent princess," I said, "then I will."