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Lady-Luna Millie is a pregnant Half-Faye - Half-Human woman faces a heart-wrenching decision. Her husband, eager to be with his so-called second chance mate, signs their divorce papers, leaving her in a whirlwind of political scrutiny. As she risks everything to save her unborn children from the chosen mate bond, fate intervenes. Luis, her soon-to-be ex-husband’s uncle, proposes to her on live TV, turning her life upside down. Will Millie return to her secret life as an heiress of Moonstone Grove, or embrace the proposal of her now ex-husband's rich Elder Vampire Oskar? Perhaps someone else will win her heart as she navigates the challenge of divorcing the powerful Lord Alpha vampire of the second-largest vampire colony in the US. Get ready for a rollercoaster of romance, betrayal, and suspense as we follow Lady-Luna Millie as she takes down the all-powerful Lord-Alpha Starlyn striking back and claiming what is hers.

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"

He was forbidden. I never should have set my eyes on him and now because of me, he's dead. To top it off, I'm engaged to someone else. Guess it's not the best time to tell my father and fiancee that I'm expecting. This baby is the only memory I have of him. The only thing that reminds me what we had was not a dream. When my father finds out, I'm forced to run and end up in the enemy's territory. Federico Gambone has no morals. He sees something he wants, he takes it. End of story. Since I know how much he covets part of our territory, we strike a deal. Protect me until I give birth and I will give him half of the Vincelli territory. What I didn't realize was that to honor my end of the deal, I had to become someone else. I had to transform myself into the Black Queen. A woman even the devil is wary of. ----- Tropes; FORCED PROXIMITY, HE FALLS FIRST, TOUCH HER and I WILL UNALIVE YOU, POSSESSIVE MC & Your healthy amount of steam.

Anaya was never meant to choose her own destiny. Bound by obligation and sealed by a ruthless alliance, she is forced into marriage with the heir of the most notorious mafia family in the country. Raised to be obedient, poised, and the perfect wife, Anaya steps into a world of power, danger, and blood-stained loyalty without protest. At first, she plays her role flawlessly—silent, graceful, untouchable. But behind the cold marble walls and whispered threats, she begins to see the man behind the monster. The husband she feared reveals glimpses of devotion, protection, and a darkness that mirrors her own hidden strength. What starts as duty slowly turns into desire. And what was once a prison begins to feel like a kingdom. As enemies circle and secrets threaten to destroy everything, Anaya must decide: Will she remain the obedient bride she was raised to be… Or will she rise as the queen of the empire she was forced to marry into?

Rumor had spread through the Vittori family that the daughter they had lost years ago had finally been found. The moment I heard, I left the family branch and rushed back to the main estate. My car had barely stopped when a young woman hurried over and grabbed my hand. “So you’re the Vittori family’s adopted daughter,” she said with a smile that looked painfully sincere. “Your dress is so beautiful. It must cost tens of thousands of dollars. You can tell you’ve never really had to worry about anything before. Unlike me. I grew up in places where even finding my next meal was a problem.” For a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then her eyes lowered to the only necklace around her neck. “This is the only thing I have from Mother,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me for wearing it.” The next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged it up toward her throat, and yanked hard. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the marble floor. “Why would you do that?” she cried, staring at me in shock. “If you hate seeing Mother’s gift on me, I’ll take it off right now. I won’t stay and make things difficult for you. Just please don’t tell Father and Mother. I don’t want them caught in the middle, and I don’t want this family fighting because of me.” She curled into herself on the marble floor, shaking as she cried, while the guests around us immediately turned to stare. I stood there completely stunned. I had imagined a thousand ways I might meet my daughter again. I never imagined she would look me in the eye, mistake me for someone else, and frame me before I had even spoken. Because I was not Valentina. I was her mother.

Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale and Chloe Mercer turned our anniversary into a joke. A fake proposal. A trick ring. A room full of laughter. And every year, Wilson was sure I loved him too much to leave. This year, cake cream slid down my face, my ring hit the marble floor, and he still smiled like I would forgive him by morning. He forgot one thing. I was not Vivian Gray, the lonely girl with nowhere to go. I was Vivian Vescari, daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast. I had left that world because I wanted to be loved before anyone knew my name. For six years, I thought Wilson was that man. Then I learned even his first confession had been an April Fools’ bet. So I stopped being the joke. I went home.

Janine’s plan was simple: just one night. One night to earn enough money to ease the crushing weight of her mother’s medical bills and secure her brother’s future. She had no intention of staying. This job—this world—was a desperate detour, not a new path.But the moment she stepped into that room and locked eyes with the man sitting like royalty in the shadows, everything shifted.He wasn’t just any client.He was Theo Lucas Guevara III, the man she had only seen from afar—on TV screens, in headlines, in the hushed gossip of women who dreamed beyond their means. Powerful, untouchable, and dangerously magnetic.She thought he would take what he wanted and leave.But to her surprise, the billionaire didn’t just want one night.He wanted her.And he was willing to pay any price to keep her.

Once again, my wife, Claire Winters, stabbed me with a silver needle. A reporter tracked me down and asked, "Louis Sterling, wasn't your wife, Claire, one of the winners of the National Inspiration Awards from ten years ago? She won the reward for saving you during the earthquake and ending up paralyzed from the waist down, right?" I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Louis, we're from a TV station, and we're producing a tenth anniversary special about the earthquake." I rubbed my arm, which was covered in tiny needle marks, and looked her straight in the eye. I replied, "That's fine, but can you keep the cameras discreet? Claire isn't used to being in front of so many lenses." However, I never expected that on the very first day of the live broadcast, I would be dragged onto the trending charts and torn apart online.

Three years ago, Ivy Valmonte married Julian Blackwood to save her family from ruin. The night before the wedding, she let Sebastian ruin her instead, on the marble floor of the wine cellar while the rehearsal dinner carried on upstairs. It never stopped. Stolen nights in hotel suites, quick and brutal sex in the back of limousines, whispered threats and promises while Julian slept down the hall. They hated each other for it. They lived for it. Now Julian is dead, the will has been read, and the empire is split: 60% to Ivy. 40% to Sebastian. Only one of them can gain interest. Only one of them can destroy the other. They declare war in boardrooms by day, and tear each other apart in bed by night, because some addictions are stronger than hate, and some secrets are worth killing for. Love was never the problem. It was the price.

18+ Skin. Sweat. Surrender. No apologies. Just the filthy, holy truth of what we do when the lights are off. In the hush between heartbeats, desire speaks its own language. These stories peel back the skin of restraint to reveal the raw, trembling want beneath - hands that linger too long, mouths that confess what daylight forbids, bodies that remember every sin they were never supposed to commit. From velvet-shadowed hotel rooms to rain-slicked backseats, from whispered commands to wordlessly surrender, from collars that lock with a soft click to knees that bruise beautifully on marble, from words like "please" and "good girl" to the moments we steal when no one is watching... and the ones we can't stop replaying even when they are filthy. No slow burns. No fade to black. Just wet mouths, spreading thighs, fingers that don't ask permission, and orgasms that leaves teeth marks.