Paul Reed Smith Price

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her. She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there. Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he? “W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her. “One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her. He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him. “I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back. He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. Anna shivered. Then his lips tilted into a smirk—not enigmatic like the ones she had usually seen. This one was… sinister. One that told her he didn’t have good plans for her. “Careful there. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a broken spinal cord now, do we?” His large palm flew to her throat, his thumb gently caressing it. Tears brimmed in her eyes. “What do you want?” Her voice came out as a low whisper. “Your body,” he deadpanned. “As manure for my apple tree.” After being thrown to the wolves by her own father, Annalisa must make the ultimate choice—follow her heart or destroy the man she’s come to love.

Forced to take her sister's place as bride to the ruthless Lycan King Sebastian, Eleanor faces a marriage filled with cruelty and humiliation. Though she is his destined mate, Sebastian remains blind to their connection, his hatred for her ruining what should have been an unbreakable bond. When her powers emerge on her twentieth birthday, Eleanor finally gains the strength to defy her tormentor. But her bid for freedom ends in tragedy—captured, violated, and left for dead. In her final moments, she makes a desperate plea to the Moon Goddess for a second chance at life. Her wish is granted, sending her back in time with her memories intact and vengeance burning in her heart. But as Eleanor plots her revenge against the Lycan King, she stumbles upon dark secrets that change everything she thought she knew. The web of lies and betrayal runs deeper than she could have imagined, and the true villain may be hiding in plain sight.

“I am married, Mateo, you need..” He grabbed my hair aggressively and claimed my lips. “I don't care.. I still want you. You are mine!” He pinned me against the wall and grabbed my ass. “Mateo, we are in my matrimonial home..” “Fuck that” Astrid, a 30-year-old woman, and Mateo, a 22-year-old dude, got into a secret and dangerous love affair, but is it genuine from both sides and how long can they keep it a secret???

"I am gonna make things clear here " He growled with a mean face, walking closer to me while I took a few steps back. "We were forced into this mess together." My back hit the wall as he didn't stop walking closer while I moved back in fright. "You hear me?" he asked with his frown deepening, and I could only nod nervously as his face drew very close to me as if he was about to kiss me, but that would be my wild dreams. He abhors me. "But you're mine. Mine alone. I own you and you belongs to me." His soft lips grazed my left cheek to my ear as he whispered them gently, his voice smoky and deep, sending tingles over my skin. I was shocked to hear those words from him. It surely can't be him saying this. - When Anna was forced to marry her CEO Daren Richardson, she never expected to experience love from the same cold and arrogant man who detested her. Anna knew she was doomed to a loveless marriage after realizing her husband never had interest in falling in love, not to talk of a low-life like her. He was strictly concerned about his business and treated her like she never existed. But why then does he gets jealous seeing her talk with another man? Why did he beat up a man for hugging her? She came into his life like a worthless rag that should be thrown and burnt away, but became the only woman in the world which his heart and soul needed.

Alpha Jaxson is a playboy that always gets what he wants. The ladies fall at his feet and the money is rolling in. However, Alpha Jaxson has a dark side that he has learned to perfect. A hire for killer by night that has yet to never deliver. Scarlet had a rough childhood that has caused her to live outside the pack that her brother is the Alpha of. Although, they have a great relationship, Scarlet has built a live for herself doing what she does best with her friends. Together, they steal what was stolen in the first place and give it back to the owner. Scarlet finds herself with an enemy and with a Target on her back. Alpha Jaxson is hire to kill the thief but when he finds out the thief is his mate, will he fulfill the job requirement or accept her as his mate going against everything he wanted? Will he help protect her or will he leave her to fight her own battles?

« J'ai besoin de votre aide pour simuler un crash de jet privé, » ai-je dit calmement. « C'est le seul moyen pour moi de quitter Lucas Moreau. » Les gens disaient qu'il avait renoncé au trône de la Mafia pour moi. Ils l'appelaient l'homme qui avait troqué le pouvoir contre l'amour, l'héritier qui avait abandonné le sang et l'or pour épouser une serveuse des bas-fonds. Pendant des années, il a fait croire au monde en notre histoire. Il a bâti des empires à mon nom. Il m'envoyait des roses tous les lundis. Il a déclaré à la presse que j'étais son salut. Mais l'amour ne signifie pas toujours la loyauté. Pendant que je croyais encore à l'éternité, il construisait une seconde maison dans mon dos – une maison remplie de rires, de jouets, et des fils jumeaux qui ont hérité de ses yeux. La nuit où j'ai disparu, son empire a brûlé. Il a ravagé des villes, corrompu des gouvernements, et enterré des hommes vivants pour me retrouver. Mais au moment où il y est parvenu, j'étais déjà partie. Et la femme pour laquelle il était autrefois prêt à mourir ne l'aimait plus assez pour rester en vie.

Four years of marriage. One signature—his own—that set me free, though he never realized what he was signing. I was Sophia Moretti, the invisible wife of James Moretti, heir to the city’s most powerful mafia family. But when his childhood sweetheart, the dazzling and privileged Vicky, returned, I finally understood: I had always been temporary. So I played my final move. I slid the papers across his desk—divorce disguised as routine university forms. James signed without a second glance, his fountain pen scratching across the page as carelessly as he'd treated our vows, without noticing he was ending our marriage. But I walked away with more than my freedom. Beneath my coat, I carried his unborn heir—a secret that could destroy him when he finally realized what he'd lost. Now, the man who never noticed me is tearing the world apart trying to find me. From his penthouse to the underworld's gutters, he's turning over every stone. But I'm not some trembling prey waiting to be found. I rebuilt myself beyond his reach—where not even a Moretti can follow. This time, I won't be begging for his love. He'll be begging for mine.

Evelyn thought she had everything she ever wanted—a marriage built on love, a husband who adored her, and a life that looked almost perfect from the outside. Paul was steady, passionate, and fiercely protective, the kind of man who could sweep her off her feet with a single look. She believed nothing could shake the foundation they had built together. But all of that changed the night she met Adrian. Paul’s estranged stepbrother wasn’t just a man of power and wealth—he was the kind of presence that filled a room and left it spinning long after he was gone. His eyes saw too much, his smile promised too much, and his touch lingered far too long. One moment in his arms was enough to awaken something in Evelyn she had never felt before—and wished she never had.

After one painful and humiliating night, Mia was left wondering if Master Reed was just a figure that she dreamed up when she secretly discovered the world of BDSM. Until she collided with him in the conference room at her office building and found out just how real he actually was and he's made it very clear that he is going to be her Master. Reed bought "Bean Me" with the intention of claiming Mia as his submissive. A dream he'd had ever since the night he had picked her up off the sidewalk at his club "The Dungeon" three years earlier. Before that dream can come true, it is threatened when his manipulating ex-wife comes back into the picture with every intention of staying there. She brings a few nasty surprises as well that will leave Mia and Reed reeling and wondering if there is anyway their fragile budding relationship.18+ Adults only*Explicit Scenes*, *BDSM*, You Are Mine (Bound To Me #1) is created by Leann Lane, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.