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Amira Davis was a rising doctor with a bright future, until her stepsister kidnapped her, stole her kidney, and revealed the man Amira loved was part of the plan. Left for dead, Amira leapt to escape her pain… but fate gave her a second chance. Reborn at 18, she returns with one mission: revenge. When she saves the life of ruthless Mafia boss Leonardo Marchetti, he vows to protect her. But as passion ignites and secrets unravel, Amira discovers she’s the daughter of Leonardo’s deadliest enemy and her entire past was built on blood and lies. Now caught between love and vengeance, family and betrayal, Amira must choose: destroy the man who stole everything or trust him to help her reclaim it all. Revenge runs deep. Love cuts deeper. Start reading now—Amira’s war has only just begun.

Miles was livid. His father had to be joking, right? Marrying a nineteen-year-old girl? Who does that? He was twenty when she was born, for God’s sake. The very idea disgusted him. Not because of what anyone would say—Miles didn’t care about public opinion. Reclusive, cold, rude, and emotionally unavailable, he had no interest in the world’s judgment. But this? This felt wrong. He wasn’t a predator, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to marry someone two decades younger than him. But his father wouldn’t back down, and losing the company wasn’t an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family. He made himself a promise: he wouldn’t touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she’d have to fear. What he didn’t expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful—soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress. Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right? Or at least look? She was going to be his undoing.

“I, Leo Maxwell, Alpha of the Black Storm Pack, reject you, Maya Veneto, as my mate. I hereby declare Quinn Callahan as my true mate, mother of my child and Luna of the Black Storm Pack!” Maya, an omega born to an alpha father and an omega mother, gives up her title as the heir to the pack to her younger, alpha sister when they lose their kind-hearted mother. Instead, she pursues her dream of becoming a doctor and takes up the role at her mate’s pack. However, cruel rejection and tragedy knock on her door after she finds out that she is pregnant! Her mate rejects her for his childhood sweetheart while decimating Maya’s pack to nothingness, rendering the omega mute for life!! How will the rejected, silent, former Luna survive these setbacks amid a difficult, mate-less pregnancy? Will her good deeds melt the Moon Goddess’s heart and give her a second chance at life? Will she break under the pressure, or will she emerge powerful and victorious? And finally, what will happen when she finds out who is her second chance mate?

"You want me, Davina. You can deny it all you want. I will make you scream the truth." His voice, a guttural purr, slid over my skin, igniting a shameful, undeniable heat. His hot, possessive gaze consumed me, stripping me bare, making my body clench with fear and anticipation. I was trembling, aching, for a man who I should hat. The man that can destroy me. --- The anonymous call pulled Davina Wilson into a nightmare realm of carnal secrets and violence. Summoned to her estranged father's bedside, she found a brutal aftermath reeking of raw power. Malcolm's chilling dismissal and her stepmother's icy glare hinted at a depraved family darkness she'd never imagined. Then came Ezra, a formidable, unapologetically masculine force, unsettlingly aware of a past Davina had erased thirteen years ago—a past he was determined to excavate and brand as his own. Plunged into a dangerous underworld to shield her family, Davina found herself Ezra's captive. He hungered to devour her innocence, seeing a wild, unyielding lust he was determined to dominate and unleash. His possessive interest deepened into an all-consuming claim. He was the alpha predator she should flee, yet the forbidden craving was undeniable. As Davina navigated this treacherous landscape, the lines between captor and savage lover, threat and intoxicating surrender, blurred. An attraction so potent ignited, promising either her ultimate downfall or a dark, exhilarating damnation.

Whitney. 28 years old. Hopeless romantic. Book worm. Whitney has never been the type to party. She would rather sit at home with a good book and read. Her parents left her a fortune when they passed away a few years ago so she has no need to work. The one night her friends , Jeniffer and Kassie, talk her into going out to a new club that had just opened up, she is bumped into my the club owner, Ethan. There is so much tension between the two of them. Ethan is a playboy who only wants sex. He doesn't do relationships. Whitney doesn't do relationships or sex. The two of them are at a game of who will give in first. Will he give into her and beg her for the attention he wants or will she give in to his pretty boy charm and give him exactly what he wants?

“Why are you keeping yourself away from me? I know you want me, you want me the same way that I want you. Why are trying to resist me? What are you so afraid of?!” Lucrezia is getting frustrated day by day. She could see it in his eyes that he wants her, she could feel his love with how he worries about her. Why does he keep pushing her away from him? Pietro Carusso is the Don of the Carusso family, the most powerful and richest crime family among the five. As a mafia, he has his own principles; never trust anyone, never get attached to anyone. He built tall walls around his heart to protect himself, but Lucrezia came to his life like a flame, and in this story he is the moth attracted to the flame. The Italian princess is everything he should stir away from, but how could he? She is the fire to his groin. An Italian curse from her mouth is enough to drive him mad. And she curses… a lot. With her beautiful body, cursed eyes and wicked lips. He doesn’t know how long he could hold himself much longer. “I love you and you are mine now. Just let me love you, Don.”

It's a coalition of parallel worlds trying to survive a new and uncertain phase called marriage. It's the hurting, The loving, It's the sex, The secrets, It's the moment they said I DO. *** Marrying a billionaire and going from rags to riches wasn't at all what Dawn had foretold for herself but when the former becomes the latter, she finds herself sharing vows with a retired fuckboy who has quite the reputation in slutry. However, as time progresses, the newlyweds both realize that; it isn't what happens on the outset that matters, it's the rest of the other days when you have to live in a whole new world called marriage—where sometimes the steamy sex and miscellaneous extravaganzas aren't enough to keep the secrets at bay.

"Say it," Tenz growled, yanking her hips against the hood of his blacked-out car, his hand wrapped around her throat like a necklace made of danger. Kyoline's breath shuddered as his mouth traced her jaw, his fingers sliding under the hem of her leather skirt, teasing, threatening. "Say you're mine, or I'll make you say it with your teeth clenched and your legs shaking," he hissed, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. She smirked through the haze of lust and war. "I'm not yours, Tenz... I'm just letting you play with me until someone better comes to steal me." "Someone like who?" he spat. A cold voice answered from behind the shadows. "Like me," Isaac said. And just like that... the chaos began. --- Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. A mafia princess with ash in her veins and a Glock in her purse. Her childhood ended the day her father-a respected Made Man-was assassinated. Left for dead, she crawled from the ruins with nothing but vengeance and two younger siblings she'd kill for. Now eighteen and jaded, Kyoline bartends for mob rats by night, runs guns for a price, and slays in gold heels by morning. Love? It's not on the agenda. Survival is. Enter Tenz Jersey-her inked-up, lie-laced mafia beau. The man who f*cks like a god and lies like a sermon. He gives her fire, chaos, and a reason to breathe. He also gives her bruises she wears like medals and promises that vanish like smoke. She tells herself he's enough. Until Isaac. Cold. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that feels like a bullet wound. He shoves her into an unmarked SUV, claims he's NYPD, feeds her lies and cannoli-then laughs while she figures out he's actually the most lethal hitman.....

She is his passion, desire and his obsession. Luciano Greco, a formidable mafia boss has one goal in mind: making Jade Peterson his wife. And not even the forces above can stand in his way. * * * |Strong female lead, Dominating Male Lead, Obsession, Crime, Love and Lust| Luciano Greco, the ruthless crime boss of the Italian-American mafia has been betrothed to Jade Peterson but his would be wife is not as submissive as he imagined her to be. Infact, she is the opposite of everything; she is fierce, bold, outspoken, and impulsive. But still it does not deny the fact that he is pulled to this impulsive and cunning woman no matter how hard he tries to mask it. She has him on his knees but he is unwillingly to admit it. He is addicted and she is his drug. He is a sinner and she is his greatest sin. He needs to claim her for himself and tame the fiery spirit in her. From an arranged marraige which sets off a chain of events that tends to tear them further apart, will they both be willing to let down their guard and confess their love amidst the chaos? Will she let him claim her soul the way he yearns to claim her body as his?

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."