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Her trembling body backed away watching her predator reaching her, her lips quivered in fear keeping her shaking hand over her bandaged stomach. "P-Please," She whispered letting out a loud gasp when he grabbed her throat roughly jerking her near him, his lips touched hers freezing her shaking body on the spot. "Don't worry il mio veleno, I wouldn't let you die, we will live together like we promised. but the difference is, the once promised heaven would be a hell now!" And he didn't lie, the man who once loved her beyond him hated her with the same intensity. They were poles apart, they were not meant to be but he refused to accept the fate, he refused to let her get away from him, his hate, his vengeance. This time he will hate her with passion the same way he loved her once, but the only thing that will stay same would be. He didn't let her go before, he wouldn't let her go now. She was his venom and he has let her intoxicate him with no escape. THE SPIN OFF SINFULLY YOURS CONTAINING ACE SULLIVAN STORY. IT CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE NO NEED TO READ SINFULLY YOURS. REMEMBER ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE THERE WILL BE GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING ERRORS SO PARDON ME.

"I know your reputation quite well, Mr. Storm. You're cold, calculating, and a merciless man. Everyone fears you. Well, everyone except me." I tilt my head, intrigued at her answer. At the defiance brimming in the depths of her hazel eyes. "You're almost correct, Ms. Han. Everyone fears me, including you, even if you say otherwise." She bit down on her bottom lips, eyes trained on mine, but her fingers were shaking. I take a step forward. Then another. And another, until I have her backed up against a wall, her head shifted to the side, giving me a good view of her spotless, delicate neck. "W-what are you doing?" "Punishing you." "You're sick." "Wait till I'm done, mio cara. I'm sure that review will change for the worst." — Twenty-two-year-old Reneigh Han has been working for the Storm Enterprises since she got out of grad school. She cherishes her position, but when fate backs her into a corner and forces her to steal from the enterprises, she tries to take the secret to the grave. Elijah Storm is as ruthless as they come. A much feared Mafia Don and leader of the Storm Mafia. No one steals from him and goes scot free. When he finds out Reneigh's secret, he's determined to give her a second chance to prove her loyalty to him. Reneigh would be his for six months. A devious arrangement, yes, but Elijah Storm always gets what he wants. And he wants Reneigh. As his.

“All my life I’ve waited for a love like this, Misha. And there you are… I look at you and I can’t believe you’re mine….” Maxim placed his hand over her belly. His expression was so intense. “And this baby that you carry, ‘amor mio’. This is my baby… OUR baby. I couldn’t feel it more if you had conceived in my bed.” His voice had a husky rasp that made Michela’s pulse pound. “My sweet prince… I didn’t plan on falling in love with you. In fact, everything about you entering my life when you did, wasn’t how I wanted it to be. But now… I can hardly breathe when you’re not around. There’s no one else for me, Maxim. Only you. Forever you.” An honest mistake brought together two lonely people, who knew nothing about each other’s existence, who weren’t meant to be together. Michela ‘Misha’ Roberts, an accomplished lawyer, an eternal single lady, in love with her romantic independence, wanted a baby, but not a man in her life. An IVF procedure granted her wish... Sort of… Misha was now carrying a child, but a mix-up happened in the clinic, and the baby she was expecting was the Royal heir of Massimiliano ‘Maxim’ Federico Arturo di Montbéliard, Prince of Carpathia! Maxim gave up on the hope of fatherhood long ago, but now the fascinating, lonely Prince of Carpathia, will seize this surprise second chance. However, tradition is high on the prince’s agenda, and he'll never stand for an illegitimate child... He must marry the mother of his heir. The fiery Michela is about to discover that royal marriage is a command, not a choice!

She was breaking out. She was struggling to breathe, she tried to pull away from him but no, he was gaining in on her. He had her sprawled on the couch unfastening the rope of her robe and clutching her bare skin. Her mouth fell open and her face threw to the back with her hair spread all over the couch as his lips came to her neck, and he was grunting into her ears with raw need. “I need you Bambino Mio (my baby)” he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast. Her hands were useless against him. Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan. She has never felt this good before. “I will make you feel beautiful.” He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties. “I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino.” She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again. “Do you feel better now?” He grunted out and she tried to nod her head. “No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying me with words.” He said driving deeper into her. Amora’s life turned topsy turvy down when the powerful and brutal cold billionaire of Venice walks into it. A man filled with a raw taste of need and affection and he offered her what she wanted most in her life. AFFECTION but it came with a price which will cost her a lot more than she would gain. Will she survive being in the billionaire’s world or will she be consumed? This book is RATED 18+

Eu, Glória Gomes, morri no dia em que recebi o Prêmio de Ouro Global de Doutorado em Medicina. Três horas após minha morte, meus pais, meu irmão mais velho e meu noivo voltaram para casa, logo depois de encerrarem a festa de dezesseis anos da minha irmã. Enquanto minha irmã postava nas redes sociais uma foto de toda a família comemorando seu aniversário, eu estava deitada em uma poça de sangue no porão abafado, tentando usar a língua para deslizar pela tela do celular e fazer uma chamada de emergência. Dos contatos de emergência, apenas meu noivo atendeu à minha ligação — o que significava que meus pais e meu irmão haviam bloqueado meu número. Assim que atendeu, meu noivo disse apenas uma frase: — Glória, a festa de dezesseis anos da Ester é importante. Pare de tentar chamar nossa atenção com desculpas inúteis e de fazer birra! Ele desligou o telefone, cortando também minha última esperança de vida. Meu coração parou de bater junto com o som da linha ocupada. Foi a centésima vez que eles escolheram minha irmã, a centésima vez que me abandonaram e me decepcionaram, e também a última. Deitada em meu próprio sangue, senti minha respiração cessar aos poucos... Eles pensaram que, desta vez, eu estava novamente usando uma desculpa para fugir de casa e expressar minha insatisfação, que, se me dessem uma lição, eu voltaria obedientemente por conta própria, como nas 99 vezes anteriores. Infelizmente, desta vez, isso não aconteceria. Porque eu não saí de casa. Eu estava o tempo todo deitada no porão...