Melissa Moretti

“Akin ka lang, Vespera. Kahit stepsister kita sa papel, kahit bawal tayo sa dugo at mata ng mundo—hindi na kita pakakawalan ulit.” Ako si Vespera Luxienne Salazar, 29 anyos na nagtago limang taon sa Italy kasama ang kambal kong anak—sina Azrael at Nyxienne—mula sa lalaking sumira at sumakop sa puso ko: si Draven Kairos Valtieri. Siya ang ruthless na mafia heir ng Valtieri empire—guwapong mapanganib, puno ng tattoos, at may obsession na hindi na matitinag. Simula nang mag-merge ang pamilya namin dahil sa arranged marriage ng mga magulang, bawal na pag-ibig ang naging simula namin: isang gabing puno ng galit, pagnanasa, at kasalanan na nag-iwan sa akin ng kambal. Nang malaman kong may kinalaman ang ex niya sa aksidenteng muntik nang pumatay sa akin at sa mga anak ko, umalis ako. Ngayon, bumalik ako dahil sa sakit ng ina ko—handa na sanang harapin ang nakaraan, pero hindi ang muling pag-alab ng obsession niya. Habang nagmamakaawa siya at pinoprotektahan kami, lumalabas ang mga lihim: ako pala ang lost heiress ng ancient Moretti bloodline, at ang kambal ang may dalang kapangyarihan na gustong agawin ng mga kaaway. Sino ang tunay na traidor? Makakalaya ba kami sa bawal na pag-ibig na ito, o mas lalo lang kaming mabibitag sa dilim?

Dans une ville dirigée par l’ombre, deux clans se partagent le pouvoir : Les Morvan, une famille de loups-garous dominant la mafia locale. Les Vassili, une lignée de vampires contrôlant les trafics occultes. Un pacte fragile empêche la guerre… jusqu’à ce qu’un amour interdit le menace. Sasha Morvan, fille rebelle de l’Alpha, refuse le mariage arrangé que son père lui impose pour asseoir leur pouvoir. Une nuit, elle croise Adrian Vassili, le fils du maître vampire. Entre eux, l’attraction est immédiate, dangereuse, irrésistible. Mais leur amour est une trahison impardonnable. L’équilibre déjà fragile se brise davantage avec l’arrivée de Dante Moretti, un assassin redoutable et bras droit des Morvan. Amoureux de Sasha depuis l’enfance, il voit en Adrian une menace. Possessif, implacable, il refuse de la laisser partir avec un vampire. Alors que la guerre éclate entre loups et vampires, la jalousie de Dante devient incontrôlable. Sasha devra faire un choix : la loyauté envers sa meute ou l’amour passionnel qui la consume. Trahisons, combats de pouvoir et désir dévorant rythment leur destinée. Quand le sang a coulé et que les cendres retombent, Sasha et Adrian imposent leur règne par l’union, mais à quel prix ?

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.

Imran Khan’s life falls apart the day his father disappears, leaving him drowning in debt and hunted by dangerous men. With no way out, he makes a desperate choice, selling one night of his life to a stranger. But that stranger turns out to be Rafaelle Moretti, a powerful and dangerous man who doesn’t just want one night… he wants control. What starts as a deal quickly turns into something darker. Possession. Power. Desire. Imran wants freedom. Rafaelle doesn’t let go. “Say my name, Gattino.” His voice came out low, smooth, and controlled, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make your body react. It wrapped around me, heavy and dangerous, as his body pressed mine deeper into the mattress. I could feel the weight of him, solid and unyielding, hovering just enough to remind me that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. I swallowed, my throat dry, my chest rising and falling too fast. Even thinking his name felt like stepping into something I couldn’t come back from. His hand pinned my wrist above my head, not rough, not painful, just firm enough to remind me who was in control. The other slid slowly along my side, fingers dragging in a way that made my skin heat up against my will. Every touch was deliberate, like he was studying me, learning how I reacted without me saying a word. “Say it,” he murmured again, his face closer now, his breath warm against my lips.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re driving me wild,” Silas growled, his voice thick, almost desperate. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me on, but his words steadied me. “Don’t stop, just like that.” “Imogen,” he rasped, my name a warning and a plea But his hand stayed steady in my hair, not forcing but grounding me. “Easy, Princess,” he murmured, voice rough but soothing, even as his body shook with his release. “You’ve got this.” “Fuck, Imogen,” he said, voice low and warm, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re incredible.” ************** When love turns toxic, desperation takes over. Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she's suffocating. Caught in a web of lies and infidelity, Imogen's last hope is a romantic trip to Rome. But when she catches Perry cheating, her world crashes down. Enter Silas Moretti - mysterious, charming, and passionate. As Imogen's secret affair with Silas ignites, she finds herself trapped between two worlds: one of luxury and lies, the other of forbidden desire and danger. When murder entwines their lives, Perry becomes the prime suspect. Imogen's dark secrets surface, and Silas promises to help. But as their romance intensifies, Imogen realizes she may have traded one cage for another. Will she escape the deadly trap of her own making, or will her quest for revenge consume her? Dive into this twisted game of love, lies, and betrayal, where nothing is as it seems, and the line between freedom and captivity blurs. Can Imogen break free, or will she become the next victim?

Il a enlevé la mauvaise Moretti… et maintenant, il ne peut plus la laisser partir. Matteo Romano, connu sous le nom de roi fantôme, voulait l’héritière dorée de la famille Moretti. À la place, il a eu Lexi, la fille négligée aux mots tranchants et à l’audace malsaine face à la mort. Elle n’est pas l’otage qui rampe et supplie. Elle défie Matteo à chaque instant, rit de ses jeux et le tente de briser toutes ses règles. Mais plus elle restait, plus cela devenait dangereux pour le roi fantôme, dont le levier commençait à réchauffer le cœur glacé. Il voulait la briser… mais le jeu a changé, et dans une ville pleine d’ennemis, certains veulent la mort de Lexi autant que Matteo a besoin d’elle vivante. Quand un tueur à gages fait une offre indécente, que des amants du passé refont surface et que les familles se retournent contre le roi fantôme intrépide, la possession se transforme en obsession… et l’obsession en guerre. Matteo ne la laissera jamais partir vivante, et Lexi préférerait brûler dans le feu de leur obsession que respirer l’air de la liberté.

A bought marriage. An uncontrollable desire. An empire at stake. Lorenzo Moretti doesn’t seduce. He dominates. A billionaire CEO feared across Europe, Lorenzo rules Milan like a modern king: cold, ruthless, untouchable. Until his grandfather’s will traps him with a single humiliating condition, to keep the empire, he must take a wife. No love. No romance. Just strategy. Sofia Duarte is broken. Her family’s studio is drowning in debt, her father is destroyed, and the legacy she swore to protect is about to be erased. When Lorenzo offers an obscene deal, marriage in exchange for salvation, she hates every word… and accepts. A contract. Twelve months. One house. One bed. A perfect image. What Lorenzo buys is a wife. What he gets is a woman who refuses to bow. Between explosive arguments, forced proximity, and power games that turn into seduction, hatred starts to burn. The looks last too long. The touches cross forbidden lines. Breathing changes. And when the tension finally breaks, it isn’t gentle. It’s fire. Because Lorenzo doesn’t know how to love, he knows how to possess. And Sofia doesn’t know how to obey, she challenges, provokes, and ignites him. While enemies close in on the empire and the media hunts for cracks in their perfect lie, the contract becomes a golden cage where desire turns into weapon, weakness, and addiction. He bought her to save his throne. She married him to save her family. Neither of them was ready for what happens when Milan’s most dangerous CEO loses control… in bed, in power, and in his heart. Luxury. Domination. Forced proximity. Contract marriage. Obsessive CEO. Strong heroine. Sexual tension that turns into wildfire. She was an agreement.

In the opulent underbelly of Milan, where billionaires wield power like weapons and secrets simmer in the shadows, Isabella Moretti is the perfect trophy—trapped in a cold contract marriage to CEO Lorenzo Bianchi to save her family's crumbling legacy. Three years of neglect have left her a shell, until one reckless, alcohol-fueled night at an elite masked club unleashes her desires in a scorching one-night stand with a mysterious stranger. His commanding touch, whispered Italian endearments, and raw passion awaken something fierce within her... but she flees at dawn, praying their paths never cross again. Fate has other plans. At a glittering family gala, she locks eyes with him: Dante Bianchi, Lorenzo's ruthless step-brother and Italy's most feared trillionaire mafia lord. A man who executes enemies without mercy, yet melts into a protective lover boy for her alone—calling her "Piccola mia" as he handles her fragile heart with unexpected tenderness. As their forbidden affair ignites into soul-deep love, filled with heart-fluttering moments and toe-curling erotic nights that will leave you breathless, betrayal brews. Lorenzo, driven by jealousy and hatred, defies sacred family rules to unleash a fiery attack, killing Dante and reclaiming Isabella in chains. But love like theirs doesn't die easily. In a jaw-dropping twist, Dante rises from the ashes, reclaiming his empire and his woman—now pregnant with their child. As he retires from the shadows for family, one question lingers: Will he spare his treacherous brother, or will blood finally spill? Dive into this addictive billionaire mafia romance packed with steamy suspense, emotional redemption, and twists that keep you flipping pages late into the night. Perfect for fans of forbidden desires and happily-ever-afters earned through fire.

On the night of our engagement, the ward my family sponsored left without a word. She went alone to the Mexican border, a lawless land crawling with cartels, to become a combat medic. From then on, Dante and I tortured each other for ten years. He hated me for trapping him with my birthright as the heir, stealing the spot of the woman he loved. I hated him for humiliating me while still craving the power and wealth the Moretti family provided. In countless fights, we spewed the most vicious curses at each other. Until that raid on the underwater sanctuary. The base was rigged to blow and sinking fast. Dante didn't hesitate. He strapped the only oxygen mask onto my face and turned to jump into the swarm of sharks. He slit his own wrist, using his blood to lure the predators away. Moments before the sea swallowed him, he roared at me: “I don't owe you anything anymore, Sophia!” “If there's a next life, please, let me go!” After I was rescued, the family only recovered his mangled remains. Clutched in his palm was that charity case's cross necklace. That was when I learned Elena had died from a stray bullet years ago. And he, in the end, chose this brutal suicide to join her. Dante's death shook the entire Underworld. The family Elders took their anger out on me. I was accused of being a "Black Widow" who sent her husband to his death to save herself. I was beaten to death by a mob of angry thugs on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I stopped my father. This time, I’ll let them have their epic love story.

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.