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While her husband stayed in the hospital beside his mistress, Alessia was in his enemy’s bed—naked, breathless, and moaning his name. Alessia never planned to be the woman who used sex as revenge. But when fate shoved the truth in her face that the man she loved was sharing his heart and bed with someone else, she didn’t cry. Instead she made a plan. She walks into the office of his coldest rival, Miguel Smith, and make him an offer no man expects. “Sleep with me,” Miguel has a rule; no married women. Especially not the wife of the man he hates most. But the moment he sees Alessia, something shifts. She’s fire wrapped in ice, and one night isn’t nearly enough. Now he’s hooked—on her lips, on her body, on ruining her husband, and making her his. Again and again. And when her husband tries to crawl back into her life, Miguel makes one thing crystal clear: Alessia is his now… and he doesn’t share.

Content Warning: This is a collection of dark, steamy age-gap romances centered on marriage, possession, and angst. These are stories where vows are a transaction, love is a battlefield, and the only happy ending is the one they fight for. He is always the other father—the guardian, the protector, the older man forced into a role he never asked for. She is the complication, the temptation, the younger woman who disrupts his carefully controlled world. Their unions are never simple. A marriage contract for protection. A vow sworn in desperation. A wedding to secure a future for a child. But behind every practical arrangement lies a dangerous, simmering tension that vows alone can't contain. This collection delivers standalone stories where passion is a privilege earned only after "I do." Expect charged glances across crowded rooms, kisses that feel like claims, and the slow, angsty burn of a man who believes he doesn't deserve her, fighting the overwhelming need to make her his in every way. For readers who like their romance dark, their heroes possessive, and their happy endings hard-won.

Emily Lawrence always feels like the world wants her to disappear. But when she used the last of her hope, her life changed in an instant. Lucian Montreal, the Alpha King of the powerful Lycan pack in North America, is known for causing trouble. He is wealthy and powerful, and can have anything he wants. But when the royal elders in the pack forced him to remarry, he found himself making a decision for his own sake—marrying the rogue he held captive, the rogue who is no other than his second chance mate. *** "I, Emily Lawrence of the Dark Moon Pack, reject you, Alpha Lucian, of the most disgusting pack, as my mate—" Before she could fully reject him, he thrust into her, penetrating his length until her eyes rolled back, feeling him fit perfectly inside of her. A breathless moan of pleasure escaped her throat. With his every thrust, she had already forgotten her rejection speech and that she hated him. He grunted. One more thrust and she reached the peak of blissful satisfaction. "Dare to reject me again and I’d get you punished more severely than what you could imagine," he growled, turning her exhale into a whimper.

Mati. Kata itu bakal menjadi momok menakutkan bagi sebagian besar manusia di muka bumi ini, tetapi tidak untukku.Pertemuan pertama dengannya merupakan kesialan sekaligus keberuntungan bagiku. Aku hidup, tetapi terjerat dalam pesona maut si pembunuh tampan bernama Axel.“Matamu cantik.” Kalimat pertama yang dia ucapkan padaku. Aku tahu dia tak melihat ketakutan akan kematian di sana.Bersamanya, aku merasa diperlakukan sebagai manusia setelah menerima begitu banyak sakit hati.Namun, sampai kapan Axel bersedia menerimaku. Setelah pembunuhan-pembunuhan mengerikan yang ia pertontonkan.Sampai kapan hingga tiba giliranku berikutnya? Ketika mataku ... tak indah lagi baginya.

When there is death, there is revival. But dear Eva was revived by a demon named Adam, claiming that her soul is his' alone. Despite of the oddity, there is something about this roguish demon who just came into her life--- the familiarity... Yes... the feeling of knowing him for a very long time after seeing him just this once. What might it be?

"I am a monster, Miss Hart. You wouldn't want nor wish to see me..." He is mysterious and brilliant, wealthy and prominent, but no single soul has seen him in person. Well, no one should see him—that's one of his many rules. No one can touch him either; that's another rule. Except for me because I have broken every rule. Now I'm extremely drawn to him. His peculiarity is out of this world, and his beauty is beyond physical. But the Master has demons of his own and is being chased by his brutal past. Suddenly, we've become the reflection of each other's nightmares. I realize that the Master and I are not so different. Is this newly found bond just another uncertain fate that could deepen our wounds, or is it finally going to be our redemption?

Elara Hart resides in a gilded prison. She agreed to marry Adrian Kingsley, a man who sees emotions as a liability and his wife as a required transaction in order to save her dying father. In the hopes that her patience would eventually break the billionaire's heart, Elara puts up with the chilly quiet of their London house for a year. However, Elara's hope is dashed when she learns two things on the same day: that she is carrying the Kingsley heir at last, and that Adrian has already completed the legal paperwork to dump her as soon as the kid is born. She is a throwaway container for him and a minor inconvenience for his mother. Elara does the unthinkable as she realizes she is imprisoned in a home that just wants her womb. She vanishes without a trace. Dr. Elara Hart is now a much more confident woman than the shy young lady who asked for an appointment seven years ago. She is a well-known doctor and a fiercely protective mother to Lucas, who has Adrian's steel-gray eyes. The balance of power has changed when Adrian returns to her life through a chance meeting. Too late, Adrian understands that love can not be controlled, but Elara is no longer available. He must realize that in this struggle of wills, some hearts can not be won back once they have been broken.

“I’m sorry, Donna… the baby didn’t make it.” Those words shattered her world. Her husband’s betrayal finished the job. Once Luna of Ironclad, Donna is cast aside—rejected, beaten, and sold like cattle. The people who once bowed before her now laughed at her humiliation. Even her closest servants turned against her. “Five years without an heir. She has no value left.” But on the auction block, when all hope was lost, a stranger’s voice cut through the crowd. “One million.” The hall fell silent. His presence makes even Alphas bow their heads. And when his eyes meet hers, Donna felt it— the undeniable pull of a bond she thought was lost forever after being rejected. “She is mine,” he declared. “My mate.” Broken. Betrayed. Branded again by fate. Donna’s story is just about to begin.

I replaced my sister. Stepping into Claire’s wedding gown, I vowed myself to Tobin Voss, the most feared mafia lord in the city. It was the perfect deception, my way of punishing her for a lifetime of betrayal. With every smile I gave him, every lie I told, I slipped deeper into her life, hiding my true name beneath the mask of a devoted bride. I thought I could control the game. Pretend. Lie. Survive. But Tobin is not a man easily deceived, and his world is built on blood, power, and loyalty. One slip and I’m dead. Then Claire returned. Broken but ruthless, and hungrier than ever to claim what I stole. Her husband, her throne, her place at his side. Now I am trapped between his dangerous desire, her merciless vengeance, and the secrets that could burn me alive. He thinks I am his bride. She thinks I am her enemy. And I don’t know which one will destroy me first.

I was a saint in the light, but a sinner in the dark. To the world, I was a good girl marrying a billionaire twice my age. To Arthur Reynolds, I was his "angel", the virtuous bride who would bring life back into his silent mansion. But I wasn’t a saint. I was a secret. For six months, I was the girl on the pole at The Velvet Room. And Ethan Reynolds: Arthur’s cold, predatory, and brutally handsome son was my most frequent customer. He’d paid thousands to watch me, touch me, discipline me, and ruin me. He knew every curve of my body, every lie in my soul, and every scream I could produce. Now, I’m wearing his father’s ring. I’m living under his roof. And Ethan isn't just watching me anymore, he’s hunting me. He thinks I’m a gold-digger. He thinks I’ve played his father for a fool. And he’s determined to punish me for it. "You’re his wife in the daytime, Zola," he hissed, his hand tightening around my throat in the dark of the hallway. "But in this house, when the lights go out... you still belong to the man who bought you first." Arthur wants to own me. Ethan wants to break me. And I? I’m just trying to survive the man I’m legally forbidden to love.