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Él susurró el nombre de ella novecientas noventa y nueve veces mientras dormía. Nunca el mío. Durante cinco años, le di todo a Vincent Bonanno, el heredero de una de las dinastías mafiosas más poderosas de Europa. Hice de su casa un hogar, recordé cada detalle descuidado que soltaba e incluso abandoné mi sueño de convertirme en artista, creyendo que un día, finalmente, me elegiría. Pero cada vez que aparecía Alessia, su lealtad se inclinaba hacia ella. La noche en que el fondue hirviente me dejó cicatrices en los brazos, él se apresuró a protegerla de un rasguño que apenas le enrojeció la piel. En público, su mirada nunca se quedaba conmigo, en cambio solo se perdía en ella. Yo era la esposa ante la ley, más nunca lo fui en la práctica. Así que me marché. Solo con una maleta, los papeles del divorcio que firmó sin darse cuenta y un secreto que nunca planeé compartir: tenía tres meses de embarazo. Él se dio cuenta demasiado tarde. Para ese momento, el divorcio ya era real, al igual que el expediente de la clínica. Y para cuando se dio cuenta, yo había desaparecido. En aquel momento, el hombre que alguna vez gobernaba ciudades con un poder despiadado, estaba dispuesto a poner el mundo patas arriba para encontrarnos. Él tenía soldados, dinero y mil disculpas que nunca me dio cuando yo todavía era su esposa. Pero yo ya no era la mujer que suplicaba por su afecto. Era una madre, una artista y una sobreviviente. La pregunta no era si Vincent podía alcanzarme. La cuestión era si, cuando lo hiciera, alguna vez lo dejaría volver a la vida que destruyó.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

Quatre années de mariage. Sa seule signature m'a rendue libre. Il n'a jamais su ce qu'il signait. Je suis Sophie Moreau, l'épouse invisible de Julien Moreau, héritier de la famille mafieuse la plus puissante de la ville. Mais le jour où Victoria, son amour d'enfance, brillante et privilégiée, est revenue, j'ai enfin compris : je n'avais toujours été qu'une passagère. Alors, j'ai joué mon dernier coup. J'ai glissé les papiers sur son bureau — un divorce habilement déguisé en simples formulaires universitaires. Julien a signé sans même y jeter un second regard, sa plume griffonnant la page avec autant de désinvolture qu'il en avait eu pour notre mariage. Il n'a pas vu qu'il mettait fin à notre mariage. Mais je suis partie avec bien plus que ma liberté. Sous mon manteau, je portais l'héritier qu'il n'avait jamais imaginé… un secret qui pourrait le détruire le jour où il comprendrait ce qu'il avait perdu. À présent, Julien, qui ne m'avait jamais remarquée, retourne le monde pour me retrouver. Du sommet de son penthouse jusqu'aux bas-fonds, il fouille chaque recoin, soulève chaque pierre. Sauf que je ne suis pas une proie apeurée qui attend qu'on la capture. Je me suis reconstruite hors de sa portée — là où aucun membre de Moreau ne peut me suivre. Cette fois, je ne supplierai pas pour son amour. C'est lui qui suppliera pour le mien.

*There are three books in one! Since they need to be read in order, they are one right after another! * With a genius IQ and her own tattoo shop, Kristen is about to become 18. After years of being abused by her stepmother, Kristen has decided to leave her pack with the money her tattoo shop has made. Regardless of who her mate is, Kristen will be on her own adventure. Unfortunately, more than one male has a problem with her independence. Kristen's fiery personality has placed her into a situation that is forcing her to face everything she has escaped. How much can one person endure before they give up?

“Open your legs… open it wide!” He whispered seductively into my burning ears, at the same time using his other hand to hold me tightly to the bed. “Never … you beast… let me gooooo please Craig… please…” I switched from snarling at him to begging at once, he parted my frail naked leg and without warning plunged deep into me,I hated myself for being so weak. His thrust into my inner thigh was fast and merciless, “you belong to me Kim… get that into your skull!” He kept repeating to me, I couldn't say anything other than cry and wail, I was shattered and broken. Always thought I would have my first intimate moment with the person I love but here I am, under the sexy, handsome and most influential wealthy businessman in the whole of France, but I didn’t want it like this, he’s as well a cruel and cold man “You are my legal wife, now Kim! You can’t escape from me, If you won’t agree to come to me willingly then I will take you forcefully … i’m the fucking CRAIG LIONEL! He barked into my ear, even as he kept thrusting into me. My elder brother sold me to him and forced me to stay with him due to my little sister health condition, but still he broke his promise of taking her to hospital and abandoned our little sister to die, took the very large money and ran away, leaving me in the mercy of the formidable Craig Lionel, my new master and owner. How will Craig and Kimberly's love story end? Is there a happy ending for them? What about the secret, lies and various enemies who would do anything to keep them apart?.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

Part one: Hidden away, Brianna grows up not knowing what she is. Living a life thinking she was human when in fact, she is not only a werewolf but an alpha's daughter. A world that she is thrust into her senior year of high school when she shifts for the first time and finds her mate, the new heartthrob in school. Or should we say a rogue wolf with terrible luck with pack wolves? The two young wolves are faced with not just one pack but two when Brianna's pack comes for her only hours before a rival pack finds her. Part two: Given away at birth, Alison is unaware of her true parentage. Though in a loving family, life seems to not be in her favor. While on a family vacation, they are attacked. Hidden away, both her parents are killed, leaving Alison in the hands of humans. Sent to live in a foster home. She is labeled a difficult child and is moved from home to home until her sixteenth birthday. The day she shifts for the first time and is attacked by her foster father. With her wolf's help, Alison protects herself before anything bad can happen. Well, other than the death of her foster father. Leading to her spending years in a human prison. With her time served, she is released only to find herself being taken by a wolf pack. While in the hands of her abductors, she finds her mate. Only to find he has already chosen another. Broken, she finds a way out, running free as her wolf for a long time until she stumbles upon a stranger who takes her in and becomes her chosen mate.

Emelia MyCray is a naive, innocent young lady who has always dreamed of fairytale love. Her dream shatters when she finds her fiance in bed with another woman a night before their wedding. Heartbroken and devastated, she drowns herself in alcohol only to accidentally crash into a luxurious car owned by billionaire CEO –Isaiah Lyon. Isaiah Lyon, billionaire CEO of the Lyon Enterprise, the biggest organization in all of Mexico and a ruthless leader of an underground empire. A cold and ruthless man who has no interest in love whatsoever, a man only got into a contract relationship for the sake of his public standing. Determined to get her back at her fiance ,Emelia MyCray requests to be Isaiah's contracted girlfriend. But Isaiah has one rule ; no love or affection Emilia MyCray, a naive innocent young lady and Isaiah Lyon, a cold ruthless man. What happens when these two worlds collide? Will Isaiah teach innocent, naive Jane into his cold ruthless world of pleasure or will Emelia show him the joy of simple things life has to offer?

Meet Evelyn Blackwood- the forgotten twin who has always lived in her sister's shadow. While her twin sister Evren basks in success and their father's love, Evelyn remains the family secret, cast aside and unwanted. But everything changes when she's given an unexpected task: pretend to be her perfect sister and marry the powerful Alpha James Radcliffe. At first, it seems like a simple role to play. Walk like Evren. Talk like Evren. Be the princess everyone thinks she is. Finally, a chance to make her father proud. But nothing in the royal palace is what it seems. As Evelyn plays her part in this dangerous game of pretend, something unexpected happens - real feelings begin to bloom. Now she's keeping secrets from everyone, including the husband who thinks she's someone else. With each passing day, the lies grow deeper, and the stakes get higher. One wrong move could expose everything. In a world of power plays and hidden agendas, can a rejected omega find the courage to choose her own path? Will Evelyn dare to reach for true love, even if it means risking everything she's ever known? This royal romance hides a story of betrayal, power, and the courage to choose between family loyalty and matters of the heart. Sometimes the greatest act of bravery is simply being yourself.

Le jour qui aurait dû être celui de mon mariage — la mariée n'était pas moi. La cérémonie que j'avais attendue cinq ans est devenue une farce lorsque Valentina, ma sœur, a descendu l'allée de marbre vêtue d'une robe de mariée blanche. Son bras est passé sous celui de Luca — l'homme qui était censé m'attendre à l'autel. « Désolée, Bianca, » a-t-elle murmuré doucement. « Mais aujourd'hui, tu n'es plus la mariée. » Puis elle a touché son ventre, le regard brillant de triomphe. « Je porte l'enfant de Luca. » Ses mots ont explosé dans mon crâne, et le monde entier est devenu silencieux. Comme si elle craignait que je ne la croie pas, elle a levé vers la lumière un objet brillant. Une image échographique en noir et blanc. On y lisait clairement : Âge gestationnel — 12 semaines. Mes yeux se sont embués, la douleur des larmes a percé alors que je me suis tournée vers Luca, cherchant désespérément quelque chose — un déni, une explication, un regret. Mais il n'a fait que soupirer, las et résigné. « Bianca, je suis désolé, » a-t-il dit impuissant. « Valentina n'a plus beaucoup de temps. Ce mariage… c'était son dernier vœu. » « Je te compenserai, » a-t-il ajouté. « Nous pourrons faire un autre mariage plus tard. » Mon père, Moretti, s'est tenu derrière lui, arborant cette sévérité qu'il avait eue toute ma vie. Je ne l'ai jamais vu me sourire, pas même une fois. « Bianca, » a-t-il dit d'un ton tranchant, « Valentina est mourante. Laisse-lui ça. » Mon frère a hoché la tête sans prononcer un seul mot, comme si cela suffisait à être une réponse solide. Toute ma vie, ils l'avaient choisie, elle — ses larmes, ses caprices, ses besoins — plutôt que moi. Aujourd'hui, ça ne faisait pas exception. Quelque chose en moi s'est brisé silencieusement. Très bien. Si personne dans cette famille ne se soucie de moi, je partirai.