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“You are still breathing now because of me. I save you from those men who were chasing you because of the debt you owe them. And in exchange of that..." he suddenly reached out and touched her chin softly. "You are going to be my sex slave. You must obey all my command. You are now trapped in my dominant ways. And there's no turning back." Ava Peterson's life is in danger, and it leads her to a mysterious man whom she bumps into. He offers her a role as his sex slave in exchange for saving her, promising her protection. Desperate to save herself and be free from all her problems, she agrees. Eventually, she discovers that he's not just a total stranger with desires to claim her body, but someone who plays a very significant part in her past.

[18+] “I want you to submit yourself to me. Submit your body to me. I don’t want your soul, your heart, or your devotion, and you will get the same from me. Pleasure for pleasure.” The contract was made up, and clear. It was a deal between two strangers, who agreed to remain strangers, despite being intimate. “What if we end up breaking the terms?” She asked in a timid voice, which was so unlike her. “The contract shall become null and void. And we will part ways without looking back.” Theodore Gilbert took confident steps towards her. Taking her chin between his thumb and index finger, he tilted her face to make her look up. Her lower lip quivered at the touch. “I want your body, Natalie. To do as I please for a price. I dare you to fall for me.”

“Look it over,” he said. “Take a few days. Or don’t. But if you do say yes…” He paused, eyes gleaming like he already knows my answer. “Then what?” I asked. “Then welcome to hell, Mrs. Montgomery.” Kaelia Bennett, a quick-witted guest service representative at the Montgomery Grand, agrees to pose as her influencer best friend Lilyanna Russo on a blind date with the State’s most eligible bachelor to sabotage it, only to face her billionaire hotel magnate boss, Freddy Montgomery. He proposes a fake engagement to disrupt a merger. As Kaelia struggles to balance her double life, forbidden sparks, and a cascade of secrets - her hidden Montgomery lineage, a vengeful ex, corporate fraud, and a mob-linked arson, will she save the hotel empire and her heart or will she be swallowed by it all?

Maddy Salvatierra has spent years perfecting the art of deception, living a double life as a skilled thief while maintaining the façade of a normal resident in the Philippines. But when she falls into the hands of the Ryuketsu clan, a powerful mafia group in Tokyo, she finds herself trapped in their dangerous world, forced to prove her worth through missions that test her skills—and her limits. With Seiji and Tetsu as her reluctant backup, the mission isn’t just about stealing—it’s about survival and finding a way out. But the deeper she gets, the more entangled she becomes in the Ryuketsu’s web, especially with Ryu, the enigmatic leader whose motives was to make use of the thief for revenge. As tensions rise and trust becomes a dangerous game, Maddy must decide: is escape truly an option, or is she already in too deep?

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who’s lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he’s fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. “Bride for bride,” he growls. “You owe me a wedding… and a womb.” The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something’s wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who’ll fuck her senseless… even if it’s the last thing she feels.

(COMPLETED) Rejected? Check. Cursed at birth? Double check. Mated to the brooding, bossy Alpha King who had abs to die for? Oh, absolutely. They thought she was nothing—just a weak, wolfless girl tossed aside by fate. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. Turns out, she’s the Chosen One. The girl in the scrolls. The spark that’ll either burn the kingdom down or build it anew. With ancient magic awakening in her blood and a crown practically begging to sit on her head, she’s no longer the broken girl they left behind. Now she’s back. Stronger. Deadlier. And absolutely done playing nice. The Alpha King wants her. The realm needs her. And the ones who cursed her? Better start running. Because the Queen has arrived—and she brought attitude.

"Say something" he whispered. "..." I opened my shaky mouth to speak but nothing came out of it. I watched as he moved closer to me, closed his eyes and sniffed my scent. My heart palpitated as I saw him gulp down nothing. With him a few inches from me, he raised my chin, making sure that I was staring right back at him. "I love your scent" he confessed. His gruff and domineering voice echoed in my ears like a lullaby that made my knees weak. "Let's strike a deal Olivia" he paused and lightly ran his hand through my hair. "What do you say about becoming my mistress? In return, I will take you away from your misery" Alpha Damon arbitrated.

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

“If you were the last man on earth and I needed to be saved, I would rather die than let you touch me.” I screamed in his face, my husband. The name still sounded bitter on my tongue. He looked the least bit bothered by my outburst, taking two tentative steps until he stood right in front of me, close enough that all I could smell was him. He gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “Throw your tantrum princess. When you’re done you’ll come back pleading for my touch, you’ll beg me to ruin you. You will swell with my child and give me the heir that I want.” He turned but stopped short and faced me again. “That is all you would be good for.”

I’m the princess of the Moretti family, the Chicago Outfit. But all I ever cared about was sculpting. The day before Thanksgiving, my car died on me. I had to drive home in some beat-up, mud-caked Jeep. The second I walked into the penthouse, some strange woman shoved a pile of silver polish into my arms. She jutted her chin at me. “Get these polished before the dinner party,” she sneered. I looked at her. She was wearing my late mother’s favorite silk robe. This is my house. Who the hell was this woman? And who was supposed to polish this junk? Me? The only princess of the Moretti family? I pulled out my phone. Opened the family's encrypted app. I sent a message to my father, Vincenzo. “Your new pet wants me to polish the silver.”