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**Trigger Warning. This book may contain the following topics that may be sensitive to readers: dubious consent, masochism, drug use, mental illness, mentions of previous assault or abuse, sexual harassment of a main character, kidnapping, abandonment, control, confinement, and attempted crimes. This book is rated 18+ due to content. Never in my life had I considered what it would be like to meet fate. To have what you thought was love turn into harsh realization of manic moments that never seemed to make sense. The haunted memories of my past were always too much for me to handle. The dark ways that my mind played tricks on me, constantly having me look over my shoulder as if waiting for hi

Hi guys. While we wait for our next chapter you can check out ‘Forced Mafia Brides’ by Tema G.M (me). It has the same concept when it comes to the arranged marriage but it’s more darker. The male character lead is very rough around the edges. The female lead is willing to fight this unwanted marriage as best as she could, very vocal, and strong willed. The book is spicy. Unconventional sexual content. Please read the trigger warnings. Love you all.

Out of all people, why would she randomly mention Bryan? Bryan Samuel is Brandon's closest companion. They have been friends since childhood. Along with Sky Alberto, Anthon Gabriel, and Steven Sebastian, they form a group called the '5 Gold Pillars'. I have heard that this is the name they gave themselves as they grew up. They have been through a lot together and are more like brothers than friends. They would do anything for each other, especially Bryan. He plays a paternal role in their group. Despite all of them being billionaires and the most eligible bachelors in the world, Bryan is the richest and most influential among them. He is a TRILLIONAIRE!

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

These exact things? His voice grew rougher. “I rushed back to your ward, determined to be by your side this time. I wouldn’t run again. But just as I opened the door, someone came out. All black. Masked. Hood up. I barely saw his face, but my gut told me it wasn’t just some visitor. My chest went cold.” My heart pounded in my ears. My vision blurred. He was talking about the masked man who unplugged my life support. “I pushed past, but by then…” Cesare’s voice faltered, just a second, before steadying again.

During the Mating Ceremony, true scents emerge regardless of blockers or inhibitors used. Jason read the passage three times, his hands growing sweaty as the implications sank in. His scent blocker wouldn't protect him during the ceremony. Nothing would protect him. They'll all know. Everyone will know what I really am. He closed the book quickly, his palms slick with sweat. His heartbeat was too loud in his ears, echoing through the quiet library like thunder. He needed air. He needed to get out of this place before he completely lost control.

“You’re being traded to San Francisco. I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. I’ve tried.” Rafe takes that in for a long moment. “I’m sorry, what?” “You’re being traded to the Forty-Niners,” Damien repeats patiently. “Right before the trade deadline ends.” His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. Then Rafe turns to me. “What are we going to do now?” I don’t know, but I’m certain I will find a way to keep my men with me. One way or another. Thank you for reading! Book 2 is coming soon! In the meantime, please check out my other books on the next page. :)

“One man for another.” I narrowed my eyes automatically, the fear involuntarily controlling my reactions. The only person they could possibly want was my brother—and that was a trade I refused to make. They could threaten to kill me again, and it still wouldn’t make a difference. “You have a building full of capable men at your disposal. Why are you asking me?” “This man is untouchable.” Micah pulled out a folder from the inside of his jacket and set it on the table between us.

Run first, cry later. “So it’s true then…” a man to my left looks down at me, his eyes almost the same color as his outfit. He is completely dressed in gold, with a jewel encrusted owl shaped mask on. The only differentiating color is his hair, where one perfect brown curl is hanging over his forehead. “... You don’t have a wolf, officially, yet.” Trent dips the floozy, his hand sliding dangerously high on her thigh when this man’s voice becomes all that stands between me and destroying her. “Perhaps I could be persuaded to fill you in.” And perhaps I would end up dead. If I am going to die, I’ll destroy that floozy first.