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My father died, leaving me a shattered empire and a death sentence. To save my family, I offered myself to the one man powerful enough to protect us. Luca Marino. The Mafia king everyone fears. Our marriage is a contract, not a love story. Power for him. Protection for me. But Luca doesn’t play fair. He kisses like a threat and touches like a promise. And every time I think I’ve figured him out, he ruins me all over again. I'm playing a dangerous game. And I’m falling for the most dangerous man alive.

I used to think he took my breath away. I lied—I was choking on his bullshit. “I never loved you, Valentina,” he said evenly. “And if you weren’t so dense, you’d have realized that three years ago.” His words cut through me like a razor blade. Not only had I been used—I had been discarded, tossed aside like a rag doll. Three months later, I’m the hotcake nobody can resist—desired not by one billionaire, but two, both ready to set the world on fire for me.

My husband planned to sell my body to a stranger so that he could have a perfect reason to divorce me. When I heard his phone conversation, I didn’t wait for him to catch me, I hit the loudest club in town at once. Then something I didn’t expect happened. I slept with his forbidden best friend, a man who hated my guts like crazy yet he claimed me like I was his soulmate. His jaws tightened as he whispered “He didn’t deserve you. You were supposed to be mine.”

Bo Ra is a normal girl like us. She wants to live a happy life. But she faces too many problems beyond us.

Since the death of Sean Cohen’s fiancé from a car accident, he was left torn and unable to pick himself up again. On the death anniversary of his fiancé, a fine lady who was seeking a job and who was on the verge of poverty applied to be his secretary. The moment Sean saw her, there was only one person that crossed his mind—his fiancé, who exactly looks like Dahlia Savedra.  It was like the dead rose up again.  As Sean met a woman who has the same face of his fiancé who died, would he be able to burn for her? Or only Dahlia will burn?  itsclarixass

It's like having your own type,nobody judges when a white woman is only attracted to black man or when a black woman is attracted to only white guys,we all have our own type the only difference is that my type have the same genitals as me.nobody judges when you're not in blondes or red heads but when you get attracted to the same sex all hell break loose. I'm attracted to you Dave, whether I only known you for hours or days I like you and time won't change that.

Meet Avatia Hilton, 21 years of age who looks like a typical teenager for any guy walking down the street. A simple girl from a simple background. Then meet Dreidan Vaughn, 30 years old. Country's number one billionaire and head of the Italian Mafia. Feared and respected by everyone. Known as the beast continent-wise. What happens when in a rush for a 20 million dollars contract, he almost knocked down Avatia, the girl he judged as a kid and instead of apologizing to him as he expected, stuck her tongue out and walked away? That was the beginning of their journey of a love like no other.

When you, a nerd, get stood up by your ex and wait all night in a bar on New Year's EveThat's when you meet the hottest hockey team captain who asked you to pretend to be his date so he could dump his latest girlfriend.When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.He (kisses you in front of everyone): Deal, Like this?

"You want me to fuck you, I know it" "As much as you don't like me, you are my mate and you can't deny me" I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky. "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring." Mated to the cold-hearted Alpha

I broke up with love. Swore I’d never fall again. Then my boss, Xander Blackwell, walked in with his sharp suits, colder eyes, and the kind of mouth that ruins all rules. We agreed: no feelings, just touch. Just heat. Just bodies. But somewhere between late-night calls and stolen glances, the line we drew started to blur. He says I’m just his assistant. But when he whispers "mine" it doesn’t feel like a lie. This wasn’t supposed to mean anything. So why does it feel like everything?