Nami Bending Over Novels & Stories

When Athena's father dies mysteriously, she ends up in a contract marriage with ruthless billionaire Levi Strauss-Jackson in a bid to investigate the mysterious circumstances. Trapped in a cold marriage of convenience fueled by ulterior motives, Athena unexpectedly falls for her callous husband while also finding friendship in his charming brother Samuel. Ensnared in an opulent but twisted world of secrets and conflicting agendas, the newlywed heiress soon realizes her investigation has also made herself a target. As buried truths claw to the surface, Athena discovers bonds can become shackles and new family ties may be fatal. To reclaim her power and ensure her survival, she must see through the smoke and mirrors of the Strauss-Jackson empire to uncover who the real enemy is while fighting her growing attraction to her new husband and his brother. But will the truth about her father’s death free her...or will it instead seal her own? In the glittering corridors of power and wealth, even wedding vows and blood pacts can be decisively broken.

I knew it was wrong to want Knox Gage, but I was blinded by love. So, when the chance came, I took my sister's place and married her fiancé, the man I had loved since I was a teen. I hoped for happiness, but instead, karma did not wait too long, my deceit was discovered, and instead of getting the love I had hoped for, all I got was disdain and disgust. I was ready to take my punishment, until the life of my unborn child was threatened. Then, I fled. Now I have returned, but not as the lovestruck girl who was desperate for love, but as the only person who can help Knox accomplish an important task. This time, Knox is not looking at me with hate, he is making up every excuse in the book not to sign the divorce papers I have placed in front of him.

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

I was six months pregnant when my husband, Michael Greene, shoved me off the edge of a yacht during a birthday party. Why? Because Lily Clement, his childhood sweetheart, had fallen into the water, and apparently, the yacht was too small for all three of us. After being pulled from the ocean, suffering from hypothermia and shock, I was taken to the hospital. Doctors determined that emergency surgery was necessary and required a family member's consent. However, no matter how many times they called, Michael never picked up. At the same time, lying in a hospital bed, I scrolled through Lily’s Instagram and saw the post she shared just hours earlier. It was a photo of the two of them, soaked but clinging to each other like lovers out of a movie. "Sometimes love comes from the most unexpected places. Thank you for always being there for me—quietly, selflessly, unshakably." That was all I needed. The day I was discharged, I left Michael a signed divorce agreement. If he wanted to be her knight in shining armor, I’d let him.

Vineet has a facade of a shy and nerdy girl that no one seems to notice and she wants to stay that way until a very hot dangerous guy named Levias came to disrupt her life and that too by chance. They both have secrets of their own that they don't wanna tell everyone. What will happen when these two collide? What happens when the past came haunting Neet? Will they be together if fate pulls them apart for reasons yet to be known?

In my tenth year of marriage, my old childhood friend, Joshua Sears, posts a photo on social media. Both Joshua and my wife, Sabrina Lawson, are hugging his son, Andy Sears, and my daughter, Tiana Jenkins, in it. The four of them look very close to each other. The caption accompanying the post says, "Blessed to have the perfect son and daughter." I leave a comment below the post, saying, "Looking good together." A few seconds later, the post is deleted. The next morning, Sabrina rushes home and yells at me. "Ashton Jenkins! Joshua was finally feeling better for once. Why did you have to trigger him again?" Tiana shoves me hard and snaps in an accusatory tone, "It's all your fault that Andy's crying now!" I take out a copy of the divorce agreement and slam it down before them. "Yes, it's all my fault. That's why I'm stepping out of the picture now. Then, the four of you can form the wholesome family you've always wanted."

Twenty-five years ago, a part of her died... Her father, Grendel Wythorn, is the second-in-command to the twenty-two fanged kingdoms–an indomitable clan of vampires. Grendel Wythorn thirsts for power, and to quench his raging desire—he engaged his daughter to the newly sworn in Shadow emperor—Mark Valtimore. She thought all would be well. At first, it was, until the past loomed in, taking the form of a werewolf alpha. And now, she must fight the face beneath the mask. She is... Erin Grendel, the heiress to the Nebramos kingdom and protector of her family's Faberge!

On our wedding day, my wife, Jessica Burke, a CEO as well, got into the wrong wedding limousine and ended up spending the night with her male assistant, Callum Ross. The next day, she came back covered in red marks. Kneeling before me, she begged for my forgiveness and swore she would fire Callum and never see him again. But one year later, I saw her in the OB/GYN department when she was supposed to be overseas on a business trip. She was holding a crying, hungry baby in her arms. And beside her stood Callum, who had supposedly disappeared for an entire year. In a fit of rage, I kicked them out of the hospital. Unexpectedly, the baby disappeared that very night. Jessica blamed everything on me. To force me to return the child, she strapped a time bomb to my parents. I denied it again and again, but Jessica only roared, "Eric Miller! I've treated you well enough! Why would you still hurt my baby? Hand over my child right now, or I'll set off the bomb!" With that, she activated the time bomb, and the clock began its countdown. Seeing that I failed to tell her the baby's whereabouts, Jessica angrily pushed my parents into the sea of flames. Just then, someone informed her that her baby had been found. Jessica resolutely turned around and left, leaving my parents to be blown to pieces by the explosion. While she and Callum were throwing a party to celebrate their baby's first month, I was on the ground, gathering what little remained of my parents. At this moment, I regretted ever loving her.

Two million dollars was the price of Elena Rossi’s soul. To save her father’s legacy and stop the bulldozers from leveling her family’s woodshop, she signed a one-year marriage contract with the "Ice King" of Manhattan, Silas Vane. The rules were simple: no feelings, no history, and no looking behind the curtain of the Vane-Sterling empire. But Silas has secrets darker than the obsidian walls of his tower, and Elena is hiding a truth that could burn his entire legacy to the ground. When a long-buried secret about a fraudulent marriage and an illegitimate bloodline comes to light, the contract is no longer just about money—it's about survival. To keep Silas alive, Elena must do the unthinkable: usurp his throne and become the "Villain Queen" he hates. In a world of gilded lies and corporate warfare, can love survive a betrayal meant to save it?

She was never meant to be loved—only used. Lorelie Montgomery was the illegitimate daughter of a powerful political dynasty, raised in silence and trained to serve. When her family arranged a marriage between her and Governor Sebastian Kingston, she knew it was just another move in a game she never asked to play. To the public, they were the perfect political couple. Behind closed doors, there were strangers bound by suspicion, secrets and hidden agendas. Sebastian saw her as his pawn to get close to her corrupt family. Lorelie never trusted him and wanted nothing more than to escape from him and her family. Every smile was rehearsed. Every word was measured. Every laugh was practiced. Every touch was calculated. But as the lines between ally and enemy blur, and buried truths claw their way to the surface, Lorelie begins to see the cracks in Sebastian’s armor—and he starts to question everything he thought he knew about his wife. Can love save them from the lies that built their world? Or will it be the reason they lose everything?