Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

My junior accidentally broke the most expensive piece of equipment in the lab and asked me to help fix it. I had just started touching the instrument when she suddenly stepped back, tears brimming, and said, "Michelle, I can't take responsibility for this. I really can't afford it." Before I could even process her words, Nicky Hardy—the unattainable crush I had chased for three years—rushed in and shielded her behind him. Then he turned to me with a glare that could freeze fire. "Michelle, don't go too far. You can't expect her to take the fall for you." I stared at him, dumbfounded. "You know full well I was shoved into this research group. I don't understand any of this stuff. How could I do the experiments on my own?" His eyes grew colder, dripping with disdain. "I've been saying it—what can a nepo baby actually accomplish? And now the equipment's ruined, and you still have the nerve to push the blame onto Elizabeth?" I opened my mouth to argue, but then I caught a flicker of triumph across Elizabeth Horwitz's face in Nicky's arms. That was when it clicked. They only knew I got in through connections—they had no idea I'd financed this very equipment myself. They wanted to play their petty power games over a piece of lab equipment worth over ten million? Interesting.

Camila Brinx, a 19 year old heiress, living in the city of Los Angeles. She was the daughter of a wealthy business owner. Starting a new contract for business, Camila's father arranged for her to get married to billionaire bachelor Elijah Camorra, a 21 year old business man who follows in his father's footsteps and did everything his father said. Elijah Camorra was a charming young man, who has never looked at love as he did before. Growing up in the same wealthy environment, unfortunately Camila and Elijah had never spoken to each other but now they had to act as if they were in love to seal the deal for their father's contract Camila and Elijah are thrown into a dangerous game, both playing each other with witty words and sarcastic phrases. Both realizing that they were never enemies, now the two used their charm on the other for fun, while not noticing how hard they were both falling for the other. Life decisions had to be made together, since they were now married, Elijah falling for the girl he had admired for years and Camila falling for the man she thought was just like every other wealthy business man.

“would you like to dance?” he asked me. I gulped and searched my mind for an excuse. “I don’t know how to; I’m not used to this” I lied smoothly. “I’ll teach you” he took my slender hands in his large ones and led me to the middle of the ballroom. He placed my hands around his neck and slipped his hands around my waist. “flow with the music” we started to move slowly to the music. I stared down at his suit not having the courage to look into his eyes. “look up amore” he ordered. My eyes flickered to his face and I stared into his blue eyes. They were dark and empty and they sent shivers down my spines. ** Camila Santiago has lived all her life under the control of her father but she believes it gets too far when she is forced to get engaged to cocky arrogant billionaire Roman Romero. but as they get closer to each other, she finds herself falling slowly for the arrogant Romero.

"To hell with your boyfriend! You're mine now. Mine to fuck..." Sheila Dunbar's life is suddenly tossed upside down, when a notorious mafia group is after her for something she didn't steal from them. Her boyfriend had absconded, leaving her to face the wrath of the dangerous mafia alone. Somehow, billionaire and popular business tycoon, André Wolfe is able to save her but at a cost! She must marry him and be a mother to his only child. Sheila soon realizes that she had walked into the life of yet another mafia boss. Billionaire by day, mafia by night and now it's too late to leave...but why? What happens when she finds out much more about him than she can possibly bear? What happens when she realizes that their union is a threat to her life? What happens when her runaway boyfriend suddenly shows up again, demanding to have her back? Who will she remain loyal to?

Alexander is a college student known as a playboy and belongs to the group of famous bullies at their university. He was happy and contented about hooking up girls from left to right that making his mother's head hurt. But then, his world suddenly changes when they go to the province as a punishment for his bad doings. He will meet Verna, the daughter of his cousin's housemaid. One fine morning, he just woke up naked next to that woman and the worst part is Verna's father and ten brothers caught them in that position. And their love story begins in the most epic way, "The Shot Gun Wedding".

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager. At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?" I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful. Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists. "It's too small and slow. Try me instead." I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

Catalina De Luca’s world turns into trouble when a single bullet, unleashed in a moment of heartache by her shattered father, almost claims the life of young Luca Moretti—the 10-year-old son of Matteo Moretti, a formidable billionaire with deep connections to a dangerous underworld. Matteo is driven by a fierce, unwavering belief: “An eye for an eye. And a tooth for a tooth"As danger looms over his son’s life, a fierce determination ignites within him, driving him toward a singular path of retribution. That night, Catalina’s father, consumed by grief over his wife’s passing, unleashed his anguish into the darkness, each shot echoing his heartache. But in a fleeting moment of happiness, a stray bullet found its mark, hitting young Luca and shattering the bliss. Now, Matteo’s fury is limitless. He captures Catalina’s father, dragging her into his lavish estate, a gilded cage where she must tend to Luca until he is strong enough for the crucial surgery that could save his life. But time stretches painfully as Luca’s condition halts the operation, and Catalina is pulled into Matteo’s mysterious realm, where peril lurks beneath every gleaming facade, and the notion of safety is nothing but a mirage. As she delves into the depths of Matteo’s existence, Catalina finds herself captivated by his intricacies—a man who embodies both fierce determination and gentle vulnerability, shattered yet resolute. Catalina uncovers the truth behind Matteo's past, uncovering a heart yearning for redemption and love. As stakes rise, she faces a heart-wrenching choice: navigate the dangerous journey or heal Matteo's broken spirit, seeking salvation for both. In a realm dominated by retribution, is love possible as the only solution to set aside the dangerous world?

Love was never soft. It was loaded. New York City, 1950. Behind velvet curtains and glittering chandeliers, the city’s elite dance to the tune of money, politics, and blood. Amy Finn is a cold-blooded mafia boss with a reputation as deadly as the gun she keeps hidden in her tailored tuxedo. She doesn’t make mistakes. Not anymore. Especially not with women. Especially not with daughters of the enemy. Eliano “Ellie” Marchetti is young, wealthy, and restless — born into the family that betrayed Amy and the woman she once loved. But when Ellie sneaks into a forbidden warehouse one night and witnesses something she was never meant to see, their lives collide. Obsessed, fascinated, and dangerously drawn to each other, Ellie and Amy begin a slow-burning dance of dominance, desire, and secrets too explosive to bury. But Ellie doesn’t know the truth — about her mother, about the war she was born into, and the woman whose heart Amy once vowed never to touch again. One woman is fire. The other is the match. And some love stories are written in gunpowder.

As I bent over to do the laundry, a man suddenly pressed himself against me from behind, thrusting me forward into the washing machine. My hips were left exposed to the open air, held firmly in the grasp of his hands. I was trapped, unable to move. His large hands roamed freely over my body, sending waves of heat coursing through me against my will. Pleasure shuddered through my limbs, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. When I finally managed to look back, I saw—to my shock—that the man behind me was my father-in-law.