Marcus Lopez Arguello

Giorgo Romero, the Don of the Romero family, gets ambushed by a suicidal madman who has bombs strapped to him. When that happens, my husband, Fabio Lopez, and his troops have already gone to a fashion show with his childhood sweetheart, Reina Digiorno, so that they can protect her there. Instead of pressing the signal button on my ring, I launch myself at Giorgo despite being heavily pregnant. Just like that, I'm able to protect him from the explosion with my body. In my previous life, I had pressed the button. Fabio had ditched Reina in favor of hurrying back to the scene to save Giorgo's life. Because of his contribution, he gets elevated to the position of Underboss. But Reina got mad at Fabio for leaving her in advance, resulting in her crossing the highway out of pure spite. That was how she got hit by a car and died. While Fabio didn't say anything, he chose to send me to an underground auction house on the day I went into labor. "The Don had so many soldati protecting him! Why did you force me to come back in the first place? Isn't it because you just want the glory of being the Underboss's wife? "If it wasn't for you, Reina wouldn't have died! You must go through a thousand times the suffering she did!" I could only watch as the guests bid for my organs one by one. Not even my newborn's umbilical cord could be spared from the auction. In the end, I died from an infection that had occurred while my organs were being removed. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Giorgo gets ambushed.

Within the boundaries of one territory, four dominant Alphas vie for possession of one human girl. Marcus, Ares, Derek, and Kai—all of them desired me. Each of them was ready to go against the other three to make me his at any cost and spoil me rotten. I became the object of their obsession, igniting a dangerous jealousy that threatens to spark a devastating war. And I found myself helplessly drawn to each of them, falling in love four times in one lifetime. But my dreams are filled with the visions of their bare bodies entwined with mine, fulfilling my wildest and most forbidden fantasies. I didn’t want any one of them. I… wanted them all. My heart torn between four dominating men, I longed for the pain in my heart to stop that made me yearn for the others while I slept in the arms of one. Trapped in an endless cycle of heartache and tears, will this prey survive? Or will she fall victim to the clutches of the four alphas, torn apart by their insatiable desires? (Daily Updates) --- ~A Reverse Harem (Four men involved with 1 girl) Series~ Book 1: Four Alphas and A Prey: The Shadowblood Territory

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

Mein dreijähriger Sohn Ethan verirrte sich in das Gebiet der Rogues und wurde dort auf grausame Weise ermordet. Als mich die Nachricht erreichte, wurde mir schwarz vor Augen. Als ich wieder zu mir kam, hielt mein Alpha-Gefährte Alexander meine Hand fest umklammert. Seine Stimme war heiser vor Schmerz. „Ivy, ich schwöre dir, ich werde Ethan rächen. Ich werde diese verfluchten Rogues mit meinen eigenen Klauen zerreißen.“ Doch drei Tage später, bei der Beerdigung, hörte ich zufällig ein Gespräch zwischen Alexander und seinem Beta Marcus. „Alpha, ich verstehe das nicht“, sagte Marcus verwirrt. „Warum haben Sie den Rudelarzt Ethan nicht retten lassen? Er war nur lebensgefährlich verletzt. Wenn wir rechtzeitig gehandelt hätten...“ „Es war Lucas“, Alexanders Stimme war von Schmerz durchzogen. „Er hat Ethan aus Versehen in Richtung des Rogue-Gebiets gestoßen. Lucas ist nur ein Kind. Er kannte die Grenzen der Rogues nicht. Er hat es nicht absichtlich getan.“ „Hätte ich den Arzt Ethan retten lassen, hätte der Junge allen die Wahrheit erzählt. Sophia wäre ins Gefängnis gekommen, und der Rat hätte Lucas zum Tode verurteilt. Das konnte ich nicht zulassen“, fuhr Alexander fort. „Und was ist mit dem Erben des Rudels?“, fragte Marcus besorgt. „Das spielt keine Rolle“, Alexanders Tonfall wurde wieder unheimlich ruhig. „Sobald Ivy sich beruhigt hat, hole ich Lucas zurück. Wir sagen, er sei ein adoptiertes Waisenkind, und der nächste Alpha wird von Ivy selbst großgezogen.“ Also war derjenige, der meinen Sohn getötet hatte, sein unehelicher Sohn mit seiner Geliebten. Mein Sohn hätte gerettet werden können, doch Alexander opferte meinen Ethan für seinen Bastard. Ich wählte eine Nummer, die ich seit fünf Jahren nicht mehr angerufen hatte. „Papa, ich bin es. Ivy.“ „Ich habe meine Meinung geändert“, sagte ich kalt und gefasst. „Ich komme zurück, um das Königliche Rudel zu erben.“ „Und was ist mit dem Mondstein-Rudel?“ „Ich will, dass das Mondstein-Rudel vollständig von der Welt ausgelöscht wird.“

In the tenth year of being the secret lover of Luca, a Mafia Don, I died. When the bullet tore through my chest, I used the last of my strength to dial his number. “Luca, I’ve been shot… Please, save me…” On the other end, he let out a careless, mocking snort. “Eva, is this another one of your tragic‑act routines? Helena’s waiting for me to have breakfast with her. I’m tired of this game. Stop bothering me.” Then, the call cut off without mercy, and so I closed my eyes in despair. When I opened them again, I had gone back seven days before the shooting. This time, with trembling fingers, I dialed a number I hadn’t dared to touch in three years. “Marcus, three years ago, you said you’d marry me. Do you still stand by it?” The voice on the other end exploded. “Eva! You finally called me! I’m in Sicily, clearing out an enemy faction. I can’t get back right now. “Give me seven days. I swear I’ll come back to you in a blaze of glory!”

Arthur Christopher Durant seorang anak kecil yang malang, dia harus melihat Ayah dan Ibunya di bantai oleh penduduk hingga di bakar dan meregang nyawa, Arthur sempat ingin ikut mati bersama orang tuanya, dia melompat ke dalam kobaran api, beruntung Ayahnya melempar Arthur ke jurang hingga Arthur jatuh tepat di atas sungai, dan berhasil di selamatkan oleh seorang lelaki bernama Edward. Sebelum meregang nyawa Arthur sempat menyebut nama seseorang, saat mendengar nama Marcus, Edward terlihat sangat emosi, dia melakukan berbagai cara agar Arthur hidup kembali dan membalaskan dendamnya. Arthur berhasil di bangkitkan dari kematiannya, dia kembali ke masa depan untuk menghabisi semua keturunan orang-orang yang telah membantai keluarganya. Di saat sedang menjalankan tujuannya Arthur bertemu dengan gadis bernama Caroline Aliezta Daniele yang ternyata berasal dari salah satu keturunan yang harus dia bunuh. Arthur di hadapkan dengan pilihan yang sulit, antara memeperjuangkan cintanya atau membalaskan dendam orang tuanya.

I loved Lucian for years and gave up everything to save his life, but all I got in return was disgust in his eyes. In my past life, I was forced to become his mate, but in the end, I died under the claws of the feral wolves he sent after me, and he even snapped my brother Marcus's neck with his own teeth. The night I was reborn, I made a different choice. I let my rival Ayara have what she wanted. I married the brutal Prince Draven in her place, the one rumors said would "kill his bride," and she got to run off and save Lucian. But when the wedding car door opened, the person who stepped out was the gentle boy I'd met when I was five years old. "Take a closer look, sweetheart. Am I really as terrifying as the rumors say?" His amber eyes were full of warmth and affection. Turns out, he'd staged twelve fake weddings just waiting for me to grow up. By the time Lucian got on his knees and begged me to come back, it was already too late; I was Draven's Luna now.

WARNING: Matured Content. Read at your own risk. Credits to Carla Agus for my book cover. <3 He was labeled as taciturn man, because during the course of his 30-year life, he spoke less and acted more according to his own convictions and ideas. Aslan Jade Lopez was satisfied and happy in his home together with his dog, Midnight. He was already standing on his own two feet when he finished his degree and decided to persue his own career. Ngunit dahil likas na bukas ang kaniyang isipin mula pa noong bata ay hindi naman niya sinasarado ang mga posibilidad na may mga magbabago sa kaniya basta ang nasa isip niya, he was far different from the others. When Aslan Jade finally met the guy who made him realize how different he can be, even more than he was before, he was craving a fantasy, something fresh and exquisite. He has been one of the most dangerous men in the underground realm since he was in his early teen. Kazimir David Cirillo built an empire where he can and must feed his fantasies. But when he caught a glimpse of a pair of lustful eyes of a guy who had caught his facination, his sexual urge became even stronger. Ginawa lahat ni David para mapasa kaniya ang misteryosong binata na nagmamay ari ng mga matang isang beses pa lang niyang nakita ngunit nagpatigas sa kaniyang pagkalalaki, pero paano kung ang paraan na ito ay humantong sa dahas na naging bangungot para kay Aslan Jade? Will Aslan continuously desire David after learning the truth about his worst nightmare? Or will he let his fantasy instead to decide for an option- to never let go of David?

Jasmine Vargas accepted Mark Morelli's proposal because he was a good man who she believed would make her always happy. But everything took a different turn when she crossed paths with Tristan Morelli once again. Tristan Augist de Morelli, Mark’s older brother, is a stark contrast to his brother. Tristan, Italy's wealthiest billionaire and the president of the Cassa di Morelli. She remembers him as a deceitful mobster who took her innocence and callously left her the following day. His arrival five years ago caused havoc in Jasmine's life. It was Tristan who leaked her identity to the 'Lopez', leading to her bestfriend being murdered. Now all Jasmine wants is to avoid meeting the man who has ruined her life because she knows Tristan wants to complete his unfinished mission of destroying her family's cartel. A true hedonist, Tristan Morelli is wrapped up in all the splendor of nature. Unlike Mark, Tristan is darker, colder, and more intoxicating. His confidence is powerful, and his undeniable charm and irresistible attraction make him a dangerous temptation. Jasmine finds herself grappling with his irresistible charm and the destructive cycle he drags her into. Every attempt to push him only strengthens his obsession. Her resistance seems to fuel his desire even more. Tristan's relentless nature awakens a deep darkness in Jasmine, a side of her she never knew was there. In the midst of struggling with her demons, Jasmine is determined not to let him be her ruin. Will she find the strength to break free from Tristan's grip, or will she give in to the darkness he brings into her life? Moreover, he’s the catalyst for all the chaos that destroyed her life five years ago. Will Jasmine once again lose herself and let Tristan wreak havoc on her life? 

At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport." I say, "If you leave, we're done." He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car. The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me." I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh. So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut. That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years. I dial it. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."