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"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.

I once saved Jonathan’s life, but he never knew it was me. Instead, he gave his heart to my younger sister, Seraphina. When tragedy struck, I became the villain in everyone's story especially in Jonathan's story. Years later, a forced marriage filled with resentment and silence, binds us together. When my sister returns, healed and ready to reclaim Jonathan, I walk away only to discover something that will change the course of my fate. I rebuild myself from nothing, rising into power. But the past begins to resurface, and the truth comes out about an unquestioned detail in our childhood memory, and the person I trusted the most was the reason my life was destroyed. Now Jonathan wants forgiveness but this time, I'll only seek the truth even if it burns us all.

Emily Carter has finally broken free from the suffocating grasp of her billionaire ex-husband, Daniel Blackwood. Rebuilding her life from the ground up, Emily now runs a thriving tech startup in New York City, determined to succeed on her own terms. But as she starts to enjoy her newfound independence, Daniel's shadow looms large. Despite his charm and charisma, Daniel is a master manipulator, and he’s not ready to let Emily go. When his empire begins to crumble, he reemerges with a dangerous plan to reclaim his lost power—and Emily's heart. As Daniel's schemes grow more sinister, Emily finds herself caught in a web of deceit, betrayal, and dangerous power plays. With the support of her loyal best friend, Sam Brooks, and a rival entrepreneur who might just be more than he seems, Emily faces off against the man who once had everything under control. As secrets unravel and hidden agendas come to light, Emily must navigate a world where every ally could be a foe and every choice could lead to disaster. In a high-stakes battle of wits and will, Emily must decide whether to cut the cord entirely or find a way to reclaim her freedom and her future.

“You think I’m scared of you?” I snapped. Aiden Cross shoved me hard against the locker. The metal slammed behind my back while his hand wrapped around my throat and said with a low voice “You should be.” The hallway outside the locker room was filled with noise from the hockey crowd, but inside, everything felt quiet. I glared at him and said with gritted teeth “Go choke on your ego, Cross.” A smirk appeared on his face and he said with a teasing voice “That mouth is going to get you into trouble one day, Little Wolf.” I shoved against his chest and shouted “Get lost, Cross”. Instead of moving away, he leaned closer and his nose brushed near my jaw while fingers tightened slightly around my throat. He murmured “You don’t understand yet, do you? If I wanted to break you, Cole, I would’ve done it already, little wolf.” Hearing his words, a shiver ran down my spine. At Blackthorne Academy, powerful wolves are worshipped like gods and nobody is more feared than Aiden Cross. He was the hockey captain of the rival team and everyone obeys him except Cole Black. He has spent his whole life trying to prove he deserves a place in a family that already chose someone else. While his stepbrother is treated like the future Alpha, Cole is constantly reminded he is unwanted. Then his fated mate rejects him and chooses Aiden publicly but the way Aiden looked at him, a chill ran down Cole’s spine. Beneath the brutal hockey rivalry and violent attraction, something terrifying is waking up inside Blackthorne Academy, a secret society and its rituals. There was a secret that Cole’s father was hiding. A secret that will change Cole and Aiden’s lives forever.

How quickly everything ended by just a single day, I was just like any other girl in the world- laughing and hanging out with friends, taking endless selfies, having crushes on bad boys and nerds included. I never thought or cared about how I look. It was just mine. Normal and Easy. But everything changed in one single moment- a moment filled with fire, screaming metal, and a blur of terror that rewrote my life. I survived. Everybody says I'm lucky but this, this doesn't feel like survival it feels like a punishment, a curse. A curse that am willing to carry all my life. The accident left me with permanent facial disfigurement, and ever since, I've been stuck behind a mask I never asked to wear. My face is the first thing anyone sees, and sometimes, it feels like the only thing they see. I avoid mirrors now. I no longer go out; I can't risk being stared at. Friends faded. Invitations stopped. Of course they would stop, who would want to invite the hideous me. I would scare everyone, worse, ruin their appetite. They would move away from their tables. What did I expect? Life moved on for everyone but me. My mom is the only person in my life right now, shes' become my anchor. Even with her love, it's still hard to silence the voices in my head, the ones saying I'm hideous, broken, unworthy. I miss my old smile. I still haven't done anything in life. And this isn't about my appearance it's about my self- esteem, my confidence, my ability to feel like I belong anywhere. This is a constant battle with the mirror, with the world, and with yourself. And most days, I'm trying to find the strength to look up to.

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

As I walked through the dimly lit hallway, my heart was still racing, my breath uneven from the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed me in the last few hours. Then, my eyes flickered up, catching sight of the metal plaque bolted to the doorpost "Wing 1." A cold chill ran down my spine. My body went rigid as Otto’s letter flashed vividly in my mind, the words echoing as if he said it directly to my face "Room 316. Wing 2." No. No. No. No. Oh, God. A sickening wave of realization crashed over me, leaving me breathless. The man in the grey suit… He had smiled, nodded, and gestured me down this hallway. So confident. So sure. And like a fool, I had followed. I had made a mistake. A colossal, irreversible mistake. My stomach twisted violently as the truth settled in, thick and suffocating. I had entered the wrong wing. The wrong room. The wrong bed. I had given myself to a stranger. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world tilted, my vision blurred. What had I done? How far is too far? In this encapsulating masterpiesce, Sucre is down for whatever gets him closer to taking revenge on Otto - his twin brother's killer. But, would he really do all that is necessary? Would he chose his ambition over that of Luca the cartel’s underboss and his lover? Can he stop the knife and gun violence on campus and win the five million dollars prize money? Dive into a story of love, betrayal, romance and suspense. The Cartel’s Forbidden Love is a gripping and intriguing read that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

He kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him. King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, the metal of his rings cool against her flushed skin, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly. **** Naomi Abbott had it all once: talent, success, momentum. Now she runs a nonprofit art program for autistic adults and counts her days sober instead of her sales. She’s smart, beautiful, and barely holding herself together. One year into recovery, Naomi knows the rules: no chaos, no temptation, and absolutely no romance. Especially not with him. Matt “King” Kingston is danger wrapped in muscle, a scowling ex-Marine with a garage, a shadowy side hustle, and a laser-focused obsession with Naomi. He wants her. All of her. And he’s never been good at walking away. But the closer he gets, the harder she resists... because letting King in means risking everything she’s fought to rebuild. As trust grows and walls crack, King becomes Naomi’s anchor. Until she spirals. When the past comes roaring back, Naomi must decide if she’s strong enough to survive it... and if King’s love can endure the wreckage.

Leona gave Dorian everything. Ten years of loyalty. Ten years of sacrifice. She stood by him when he was nothing, invested in his dreams, silenced her own, and poured every ounce of herself into building the empire he now calls his. All in the name of love. But love wasn’t enough. He repaid her devotion with betrayal. And now? Leona’s done playing the devoted wife. She’s not begging anymore. She’s taking back what’s hers, piece by piece, brick by brick. He thought she would disappear. But Leona’s not just walking away. She’s rising ruthlessly! unstoppable! and hellbent on reclaiming her power, her pride, and the life she was never meant to give up. He built an empire on her back. Now she’s coming to burn it down or take it all.