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I lifted my head from Rhys's arms, his strong chest rising and falling against my cheek. Silk sheets tangled around our naked bodies, the air thick with the scent of our passion. After a passionate night with my childhood friend, the Mafia heir, I was jolted awake at three in the morning by the shrill ring of a phone. It was the Don, ordering me to bring Rhys back to the estate for an arranged marriage. I figured it was just another heiress trying to claw her way into the Griffin family, so I kissed his forehead, pressing myself against him and whispering with a low laugh. "Rhys, what's your plan for this boring princess?" He arched an eyebrow, wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "Baby, make sure you pick out a good tie for me. I need to make a good impression on my future father-in-law." Seeing me freeze, Rhys sat up and shot me a casual glance, his voice laced with indifference. "Maeve, what's with that reaction? We're just having fun." "You didn't actually think you were going to be the next Donna of the Griffin family, did you?"

I stood at his foot, looking him over. The way he kept up his arms, made the muscles of his arms bulge, leaving those on his abdomen flexed. He looked like a model posing for a casual photo. Just then, a disturbing thought entered my head as I stared at his body. I closed my eyes and shook my head to expunge the illicit thought that crept into it but the thought became vivid behind the darkness. I flipped them open and stared at him again. Then throwing caution and the thought of the dreadful future out the window, I crouched on all fours and crawled on both sides of him till I was face to face with his chest. Slowly, I laid my body on top of his, placed my palms on his chest, and rested my jaws on it. The body contact sent warmth and something sweet up and down my body, going to rest on its usual place below my waist. He still had his eyes closed but I knew he was awake because his face slowly lit up in a beautiful smile, then ever so leisurely, his arms slid down and wrapped around my waist.

Crystal; a seventeen years old girl, kind, intelligent and brave. As a waitress in a restaurant, she had been living a casual life with her stepparents and she didn't have any problems, at least not until she met Logan The Alpha werewolf always made her body react strangely with his presence. She was curious to figure out why that happens so she stalked Logan Logan became disgusted with her thinking she was only doing it to become his Luna, he despised her for that. On a full moon night, they bump into each other and end up having a one-night-stand. This led to the birth of Aidan However, Logan didn't know about the child, he left the country after the regretful one night stand. He returns after 3years and bumps into Crystal. he intends to punish her and the first step to achieving that goal was making her work for him. Crystal was worried that Logan would harm her child, so she hid him away Their love-journey wasn't an easy one, not when they've a vampire as a rival. Crystal possessed a special power and he wanted it. An Alpha's daughter who intends to separate them so she can become Luna.

The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle. He looked like a man who’d never heard the word ‘no’ in all his life. Unluckily for him, ‘no’ was the only word she had. “There's no reason why I should stay,” Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. “I’m not marrying you.” His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further. “But you haven’t heard my proposal yet,” he said mildly. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” “I don’t need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no.” “Of course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you haven’t, in fact, heard me out…. Anna.”

It was all her fault. My life could have been simple—40-hour shifts at KFC, sneaking extra chicken crumbs, and binge-watching reality shows. But no. Instead, here I was, standing at the altar, saying I do to a man whose idea of “casual” involved drugs, women, and murder on speed dial. Thanks, Mom. Not only did she ruin my life, but she also sold it—traded me off to the deadliest Mafia boss alive, Mario Santiago, as if I were some secondhand couch on clearance. Mario Santiago. Yeah, that Mario Santiago. The Human Terminator. The guy whose enemies mysteriously vanish like my paycheck two days after payday. And now, I was his wife. He glanced at me with a slow, wolfish smile that practically screamed trouble. That was when I knew two things: 1. I was completely doomed. 2. This man was going to wreck my heart (and probably my life). But hey, it could be worse, right? At least I’d get a killer wardrobe out of it. *** Are you looking for romance and humor? Stuck with Mario Santiago is a hilarious, Mafia billionaire romance filled with danger, betrayal, drama, and a love story you won’t forget. Dive in—you won’t regret it (but the characters might).

[...]“Eleonor is my wife. She's mine, whether it's to love her, hate her… make her moan, or make her life miserable. She's mine, and mine alone.”[...] ㅤ Because of James Evans debt at Serendipity Casino, he's forced to accept the proposal of the mysterious Mr. Reviello, a mobster of questionable reputation. To pay off the debt, his daughter Emily must marry Mr. Reviello, the current leader of the household. However, she's fragile and would not endure that lifestyle. Therefore, the Evans family decides to trick Mr. Reviello and send the eldest daughter, Eleonor, to marry in Emily's place. ㅤ Humiliated at the altar, Eleonor spends two years without meeting her husband, cultivating a deep hatred for him. But everything changes when she has a casual night with a man she met at the club. That man is none other than her husband. Because of the breach of the infidelity clause, Eleonor is forced to enter a mental game with Reviello, in an intense relationship where he likes to dominate and be in control, and she doesn't like to obey. Until hate becomes love. ㅤ However, her identity as the wrong bride remains a secret. At least that's what she believes. After all, Giovanni Reviello also has his own secrets. ㅤ(+18 ONLY)

Cassie Burch, tall school vice-principal and as of late single woman, has met the man of her dreams. Tragically, her heart isn’t prepared for another relationship after at long last dumping her useless ex. When she concurs to a casual connect, she has no thought what she’s getting herself into. Sentiment is almost to hit her harder than she ever anticipated. Alpha wolf shifter, Claw Ruiz, is anxious and can’t figure out why. He fair opened a high-end shifter club, and the novelty has as of now worn off. When his mate lurches into him, he’s more than prepared to keep her until the end of time. And he’ll do anything he needs to demonstrate to her he’s worth her cherish. The issue is Cassie doesn’t need a genuine bond. And everything he does to attempt to sentiment her comes up short. He was kind of a twitch, but he’s changed. If he doesn’t figure out what he’s doing off-base, Cassie will take off him in the clean. And by pack law, if the alpha doesn’t mate, he must battle to the passing to keep his status. His heart and his life lay in Cassie’s hands. Can she cherish a man who turns into a wolf?

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, the brand needs new blood." I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?" "Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview." His expression turned cold. "I've already decided." I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me. Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.

Daisy-Belle thought her one-night stand was just that—one night, no strings attached. But when a casual fling with a mysterious stranger turns into a tabloid headline, her world flips upside down. The father of her unborn child is none other than Zayden, a 26-year-old billionaire playboy gracing the cover of every magazine with his devilish charm and notorious escapades. For Daisy-Belle, this revelation is more than a shock—it's a potential lifeline. "He's a billionaire, Daisy," her mother exclaims, eyes gleaming with a mix of desperation and opportunity. "This could solve all our problems." Zayden, with his insatiable desires and aversion to commitment, is the last person ready for fatherhood. When Daisy-Belle confronts him with the news, he’s incredulous. "There’s no way this is happening," he snaps, his eyes cold and dismissive. But Daisy-Belle’s mother isn’t one to back down. With a steely resolve, she threatens to expose Zayden’s darkest secrets and tarnish his pristine reputation. The stakes are high, and the tension is electric. "Marry her, or I’ll ruin you," she declares, her voice unwavering. Will Zayden bend to the pressure and agree to a marriage of convenience? Will Daisy-Belle find the strength to continue with her pregnancy despite his cruel rejection and biting insults? "You're nothing but a gold-digger," Zayden sneers. But can Daisy-Belle prove there's more to her than meets the eye?

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”