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"You're an insensitive Bastard," I say. I want him to say something to do something, but he just leans against the wall staring at me. To my horror, I feel the telltale sign of tears, but I blink it away aggressively. Max walks towards me and cups my face "You've no idea," he says, leaning in. I don't know what I hope for, but I lift my head to face him anyway. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity when he whispers "Do you think I'm not tired Callista, you should know by now that I am an addict and you are my addiction, I know I should back away, but these days when it comes to you, it seems my body doesn't obey my commands. I close my eyes, and i see you. I breathe, and your scent fills the air. Every day, i crave a taste of you. You everything to me. " His nose caresses my cheek, and he takes a long inhale, and I realise he's breathing in my scent. He then puts his forehead to mine, and his lips brush mine when he says "I'm never going back to how I was before, am I?" When I open my eyes, he's gone.

When I was having a heart attack, my parents, my brother, and my fiancé were all at our family casino—celebrating Eva, our adopted daughter, at her twenty-first birthday, her official debut into the mafia world. The doctor refused to operate without a legal guardian’s signature. So I called them. My father’s assistant answered. “Sorry, Miss. The Don is in the middle of a toast.” My brother and mother let it ring until it went silent. Finally, my fiancé, Adam, picked up. Music roared behind him. I could hear laughter, glasses clinking. “Cecilia,” he said, impatient. “If you can’t even show up for Eva’s party, stop causing trouble. Today is Eva’s debut. Every Don from three territories is here. Whatever drama you’re playing can wait.” I lost count of how many times they chose her over me. So after this call, I stopped calling. I signed my own name. My family thought I’d finally learned to be obedient. But they should’ve known that in our world, silence only means one thing—I was preparing to disappear for good.

One drunken night and a $5 casino chapel - that's all it took to turn Ava Jensen's life completely upside down. When the struggling single mom wakes up next to a naked billionaire stranger with a gigantic mansion and a vindictive ex-fiancée hell-bent on destroying him, Ava realizes her biggest mistake is only just beginning. Jackson Reynolds may be obscenely rich, ridiculously handsome, and thousands of miles out of Ava's little blue-collar world, but he needs her sham marriage to protect his tech empire. At least, that's what he claims. The infuriating alpha male is all too happy to consummate their fake vows at every turn, stoking Ava's hatred...and an alarming, traitorous lust. But as Ava is dragged deeper into Jackson's glittering,sinful world of prosecco and corporate intrigue, she must decide whether their irreversible union is truly an unavoidable sham, or the greatest luck of her life. Can she trust the magnetic billionaire who invaded her life and body so completely? Or is she heading for the ultimate billionaire wife disaster?

"F-Fine," she said and squeezed her eyes shut. "I'll do it." To keep her job and pay her nephew's hospital bills, Evelyn agreed to a one night stand with a casino client. In the dim corridor with red lights, someone grabbed her waist, the evil chuckle hot against her ear. No. She didn't want this. That smelly man! She didn't want him! There was a door right before her and she squinted her eyes. What did it say? The wordings looked too long to be the 'exit'. "Stay still," the man growled behind her and started to pull her away. "That's the presidential suite. Our room is right-" She elbowed him with all her strength that he yelped and let go of her. Panic set in her heart as she ran to the exit room right in front of her. She grabbed the door handle and was about to push it open when it was suddenly yanked open. Evelyn lost her footing and fell face first into a hard brick! What kind of wall was warm and smelled so sweet, enough to keep her temperature cool?

"I love you," he gazed at her eyes which are dropped on the floor while he cups her cheeks with his palm. She doesn't look at his eyes. She seems scared. But with what he doesn't understand. "Do you not like me? Even a little bit?" his voice enunciates but she doesn't response to it. He waits for her answer but she doesn't reply him. He tries to back away from her. But as he is leaving, she holds his hands suddenly. "I don't know. I don't know whether I like you or not. I just don't want you to go away. I just don't want you to leave me," she says with the tears sparkling on her eyes. "Esther!" He presses his forehead against her as his breaths fasten. He can feel that along with his, her breaths are quickened as well. He realizes that the fire is burning on both side and she is equally anxious as she is. A smile creeps on his lips as he feels that. "I love you, Esther. You're made for me and I am made for you. We are made for each other," he smiles and presses his lips against her. "You're day dreaming one more time? What the fuck are you dreaming about Esther? Is it about my old man? Are you dreaming about him?" He pushes her against the wall and punches hard on the wall making his knuckles be red and bleed. "Nooo...Nooo... Caden! You're wrong," she cries.

Ophélia est une Fée des ombres, une créature rare aux ailes de papillon de nuit que tous les prédateurs convoitent. Damien, le Patriarche Lycan au regard ambré, veut la soumettre et l'enchaîner à sa meute pour la faire plier. Alistair, le Dragon de la Haute Banque aux yeux d'or, veut la collectionner comme un joyau et l'exposer dans ses tours de verre. Leur rivalité ancestrale atteint son paroxysme lorsqu'ils lui confient le même contrat : retrouver le dernier œuf de dragon. La mission devient le champ de bataille de leur duel. Dans le casino où l'œuf est caché, griffes et écailles s'entrechoquent. Ils ne se battent plus pour l'artefact, mais pour elle. Pour savoir qui la possédera. Ophélia les regarde se déchirer et comprend enfin : l'un veut la dompter, l'autre l'exposer. Aucun ne la voit vraiment.

His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek, and I’m burning so hot I’m surprised his skin doesn’t blister. “We can’t do this,” he growls, but he doesn’t pull away. “I know.” My voice breaks. “But how can this be wrong when it feels so right?” His jaw clenches. “Because you belong to him.” “I belong to you,” I whisper. “The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” For one endless moment, he just stares at me like I’m destroying him.Then his mouth crashes into mine, and the world burns. *** My brother’s mistake started a war. My surrender ended it. When Kaz Ryker, the most feared Alpha in the realm, spares my dying pack, the price isn’t gold or territory—it’s me. As his wife. His prize. His to claim. I tell myself I can survive this. That I can marry a monster and keep my heart intact. What I don’t expect, is for the mate bond to snap into place with the wrong man. He’s not the man I’m supposed to marry. He’s the one I’m fated to love. And he’s determined to deny it. But my body doesn’t care what he wants. And neither does fate. Trapped between two powerful wolves and a destiny I never asked for, I’m about to learn that some bonds can’t be denied. Even if they burn us all to ash.

Cesare Xandri, the rising gangster of the Nalitan mafia, unexpectedly lost a bet at an elite private casino in Ithel, the kind that smells like cigar smoke and blood money. The penalty was simple, he had to call his hard-to-tame pet. The phone was on speaker. The men circled him, whistling and hooting, waiting to be entertained. He asked what I was up to in a relaxed and amused tone. I replied softly, insinuating he was sinful, hiding my defiance behind innocence and fake devotion. When I finished my insult, the room fell silent, then burst into loud and uncontrollable laughter. The call ended. Less than thirty minutes later, the mansion gates were smashed open. He stormed in smelling of gunpowder, a Beretta still in his hand. He pushed me against the wall furiously beneath the Virgin Mary statue. I leaned into him without hesitation, fingers brushing the heated gun, and I met his gaze without fear. I chose virtue and rejected him in my past life, in return I was thrown into the open sea to die. I intended to be his temptation when I got a second chance at life, I wanted to be a beautiful sin that ends his story under the Cecilian sun.

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

Being rejected by one organisation to another was Melanie Watson, she graduated from the state university three years ago but couldn't secure a job because of her poor diploma. She didn't stop job hunting because of the loan she's going to refund in few weeks time. She borrowed some money from a fiercely casino to sponsor her education and she's to refund the money in three folds. A few weeks to the allotted time, Melanie was offered a babysitting job. She hasn't meet with the baby she's going to babysit before she requested for a year's advance payment. How will she cope when she gets to the mansion and realise that the boy she's going to babysit is not just a boy, but Archie Gordon, a thirteen years old boy who resents his father with passion? Melanie found herself stuck between the father and son discomfort that she was going to face for the next year. How will she cope when she found herself falling in love with Alfred Gordon and she's to choose between the broken son who wants her attention and the father who wants nothing but her love?