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When Ivy Moore’s estranged parents die in a suspicious crash, she’s placed in the custody of Victor Maddox, a cold billionaire tied to her through a secret clause in her family’s estate. He doesn’t ask. He commands. Within hours of arriving at his isolated mansion, Ivy is given one choice: sign a 90-day contract of submission or lose everything. No love. No limits. No escape. But Victor isn’t just strict. He’s obsessed. He’s been watching Ivy for years. Now that she’s his, he will never let her go. Every punishment draws her closer. Every rule breaks her open. Every night, she learns what it means to be claimed, used, and owned. She thought she was just a ward. But she’s his obsession. And he’ll destroy them both to keep her.

Pain That's what I have been through for the past three years Betrayed and abandoned by my own family made me who I am today,but for that am forever grateful. They made me who I am today and for that it's time to rise from ashes and claim back what's mine. Isabella Rosa or do we say Marie now loses her parents through arson. Within 24 hours she loses her parents,her fiancé and her rightful will to her so called family who betrayed her. No one in the family knows that she survived the fire,they all think she's dead. What will happen when she avails herself not as Marie but as Isabella Rosa Morrone?Will she claim back what's rightfully hers? Will she dignify her parents name again?

To the world, Jack Miller is a powerless, live-in son-in-law, enduring the scorn of his in-laws and the coldness of his brilliant CEO wife, Katherine. He is a joke in a world of predators. But when a Wall Street tycoon publicly humiliates him and moves to claim Katherine and her company, a dormant, primal power awakens within him. The Alpha Predation System activates, forging his rage into a weapon with a single mission: In 72 hours, make the predator kneel. From the shadows, he becomes "Alpha Wolf," a phantom investor who dismantles financial empires from a beat-up laptop. As titans fall, Katherine watches in stunned awe, drawn to the fearsome protector she never knew. Jack’s roar, however, has attracted ancient, shadowy forces, turning his personal revenge into a war. He must now confront the conspiracy behind his parents' death and claim his throne. He was their joke. Now, he will be their nightmare.

A few hours before her wedding, Elowen ditches her cheating fiancé and the entire Guerra family, then ends up in a club for a one-time stripper gig where she meets Dante. Enthralled by her, Dante presents her with a contract. Elowen thinks she can use this to her advantage - steal his money and skip town, where the Guerra family won’t find her. So, she signs the contract and gives up her virginity to him. Unbeknownst to her, Dante isn’t just some random rich guy. He’s her ex-fiancé’s uncle and the most powerful man in the city. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he wants Elowen, who had just signed a contract with him. What happens when she finds out his true identity and the fact she can never escape the Guerra Mafia?

My husband finally keeps his promise to take me on a trip abroad after I've given birth to his child. However, he disappears the moment we get off the plane. I roam the foreign land alone, unable to reach him. Two hours later, I stumble upon his childhood sweetheart's social media update. It's a photo of her and my husband sweetly feeding each other ice cream. It's captioned, "Someone who cares about you has you in their heart wherever they are." After a long silence, I comment, "Now you can live in his heart forever." I walk away after leaving nothing but a divorce agreement behind. That's when my husband, who's always been cold and aloof, panics.

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

  "There is no escape for you. I have waited a long time for you,mate. I will not let you go this time." I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.      I thrummed my fingers in the air and I raised my head. Our eyes met and I resisted the urge to double over at the sensation in my chest. With Fae vision, he looked even more gorgeous than any being should be. So sensual. So dark. So powerful. My mate. I searched his turquoise depths for answers, hoping I was wrong, but they said it all. He was my mate. And he'd hurt me. I'll kill him.

His hands feel cold against my hot skin and it won’t be wrong to say that he is doing his best to trace my wrists sensually while he removes the handcuff from my right hand. I hold my breath back when his teasing fingers touch my palm in a slow motion. Heat shoots down to my core, making me press my thighs together as he closes the distance between us and whispers in my left ear. “ Why are you squirming, hot lips?” ******** When Valentina Morgan joined hands with the enemy to take down the Mafia of her own boyfriend, little did she know she will be facing the biggest manipulator in all history, Matteo Vitali. He is every bit of the type of controlling men she hates but the six feet four, sex on legs man, can attract even the dead. And soon she falls in line of the people wondering if they should let go of everything and enjoy the nights of passion in the arms of the biggest manipulator_____Matteo Vitali wanted Valentina Morgan, the moment he laid his eyes on her pouty pink lips and when she is in his hands, he will be damned to give up this chance to bend her at his will even if he has a secret which can break her beyong repair, because he admits. “ She's mine ”

So, Mrs. Knight,” he said, voice dripping with mockery, “do we have a deal?” I stared at his hand. Then at his face. Then at the empty shot glasses. I slapped my palm into his. “It’s not Mrs. Knight anymore,” I said, squeezing hard. “And you, Mr. Arrogant, just hired the most vindictive assistant you’ll ever have.” His fingers tightened around mine, warm and strong and promising all kinds of chaos. “Welcome to the dark side, Isabella.” Behind us, Kayla whispered to herself and few people in the coffee shop, “Y’all, I’m literally witnessing the start of a mafia romance…” Lucian’s eyes never left mine. Something electric and dangerous crackled between us. And in that moment, drunk off tequila and vengeance, I signed my soul with the Devil. I said no to Alexander Knight at the altar. Then I said yes to Lucian Voss in the rain, still wearing my wedding dress... Because my fiancee betrayed me twenty minutes before we tied the knots. With Lucian, it was a fake relationship stringed with mind-blowing nights. Until I found out the man warming my bed is the “dead” heir Alexander tried to kill, and the baby I’m carrying could destroy them both.

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.