Port Isabel Public Library

When Lily Rosenfelt is eight months pregnant, Zeke Connolly brings home the woman he truly loves—Sophie Cruz, who's also eight months along. To give Sophie and the baby the recognition they deserve, he goes public with a statement saying that he and Lily are already divorced and that he'll be marrying Sophie soon. Thinking Lily is still blind, Zeke tricks her into signing the divorce papers. He even sleeps with Sophie in his own villa. What he doesn't know is that Lily has long regained her sight. When she and Sophie fall down the stairs together and Zeke, without a moment's hesitation, chooses Sophie, something in Lily breaks. She buries her love for him along with their child. It's not until she's truly gone that Zeke starts to panic.

"Does she no longer perform?" "Where is the Gracious Angel for hell's sake!" "There is no ballet world without her!" On the day the Gracious Angel, the world's most renowned masked ballet dancer disappeared from the eyes of the public, the world of ballet...died. But the disappearance of the Gracious Angel birthed the appearance of Tessa Rashford. Anything and everything that made her a human being was given wholeheartedly to the love of her life, Tony Williams. Her love for him was uncompromising but the day she found a wedding invitation bearing his name, Tessa's world crashed. This led to an encounter with the most powerful man the world has ever seen, Doreen Williams. A single act transformed her life again and this time, Doreen vowed he'd be damned to let Tessa go when he discovered who she truly is and her powerful family.

Rhea Hale, a young art restorer at the old Elaria gallery, lives a life of near-perfect calm—canvases, colors, and classical symphonies that fill her every day. But when she touches a mysterious painting titled The Moon Painting, something inside her begins to shift. Strange visions, eyes watching from the fog, and wild emotions she can't explain slowly start to unravel her peaceful world. Across the city, Kaelan Viero—the national hockey team’s captain—carries the charm and composure of a champion. But beneath the arena lights and public spotlight, there's a side of him he never shows… until his eyes lock with a stranger’s in the stands. That brief moment sparks something long buried. And from then on, neither of their lives remains the same. "One glance started it all. And after that... there was no turning back."

Leo Moretti lives a life of obscene luxury and crushing isolation. Trapped in a marriage to the powerful, volatile Dominic Rossi, Leo exists as a beautiful ornament, polished for public view and bruised in private. His only constant is Silas Vance, his stoic, ex-military bodyguard – a silent sentinel against the world, and against Dominic's unpredictable rage. When a moment of shared vulnerability ignites a forbidden spark, Leo and Silas plunge into a desperate, secret affair. Their stolen moments are electric, a dangerous lifeline in Leo's gilded prison. But as their passion deepens, so does the risk. Dominic Rossi doesn't share what's his, and when he discovers his beautiful husband's betrayal with the man hired to protect him, the gilded cage becomes a deadly trap. Leo and Silas must fight not just for their love, but for their very lives.

La première période de chaleurs après ma transformation en loup-garou, mon petit ami Florian a rompu avec moi. Je n'arrêtais pas de pleurer, non pas parce que j'étais triste, mais parce que la douleur des chaleurs était sur le point de m'engloutir. J'ai tiré désespérément sur sa manche, essayant de l'embrasser de force pour apaiser ma souffrance. Mais il m'a poussée avec impatience vers son frère en disant : « Mon frère, Camille a trop bu et ne pouvait pas se contrôler, peux-tu la calmer pour moi ? » En voyant Louis s'approcher, mon petit ami a ajouté à voix basse : « Louis, garde un œil sur elle, ne laisse aucun autre homme s'approcher. Je romps juste temporairement avec elle, mais une fois que j'en aurai assez de m'amuser, je reviendrai avec elle. » Louis a hoché la tête, m'a portée dans la voiture et m'a consolée avec douceur : « Tu souffres beaucoup ? » Incapable de supporter la douleur des chaleurs, j'ai attrapé sa cravate en pleurant et l'ai supplié : « Aide-moi... » Les pupilles de Louis se sont rétrécies, sa voix était rauque : « Comment veux-tu que je t'aide ? » J'ai collé mes lèvres aux siennes et ajouté : « Embrasse-moi... ou laisse-moi t'embrasser. » À la fin de ce baiser passionné, ma souffrance s'est largement apaisée. J'ai regardé Louis, dont le bout des oreilles était rouge, et j'ai de nouveau attrapé sa cravate. « Peux-tu me raccompagner chez moi ? »

Quatre années de mariage. Sa seule signature m'a rendue libre. Il n'a jamais su ce qu'il signait. Je suis Sophie Moreau, l'épouse invisible de Julien Moreau, héritier de la famille mafieuse la plus puissante de la ville. Mais le jour où Victoria, son amour d'enfance, brillante et privilégiée, est revenue, j'ai enfin compris : je n'avais toujours été qu'une passagère. Alors, j'ai joué mon dernier coup. J'ai glissé les papiers sur son bureau — un divorce habilement déguisé en simples formulaires universitaires. Julien a signé sans même y jeter un second regard, sa plume griffonnant la page avec autant de désinvolture qu'il en avait eu pour notre mariage. Il n'a pas vu qu'il mettait fin à notre mariage. Mais je suis partie avec bien plus que ma liberté. Sous mon manteau, je portais l'héritier qu'il n'avait jamais imaginé… un secret qui pourrait le détruire le jour où il comprendrait ce qu'il avait perdu. À présent, Julien, qui ne m'avait jamais remarquée, retourne le monde pour me retrouver. Du sommet de son penthouse jusqu'aux bas-fonds, il fouille chaque recoin, soulève chaque pierre. Sauf que je ne suis pas une proie apeurée qui attend qu'on la capture. Je me suis reconstruite hors de sa portée — là où aucun membre de Moreau ne peut me suivre. Cette fois, je ne supplierai pas pour son amour. C'est lui qui suppliera pour le mien.

Everyone in Palermo knew Alessandro De Luca had a reputation. He was the Boss of the De Luca family, one of the oldest bloodlines in Sicily — a name tied to the port, the courts, and half the construction contracts in Palermo. Wealth, power, discipline—those things were expected. Romance was not. He didn’t chase women, and he never went back to the same one twice. Until me. When we broke up after a brutal argument, he did something no De Luca had done in generations—he stood outside the gates of the Moretti estate, my family home, for an entire day and night. I watched from behind the curtains and never opened the door. The next day, he came inside the estate kitchen himself. Alessandro De Luca, who grew up surrounded by servants, tried to cook my favorite seafood pasta with his own hands. He burned the sauce. I threw it away without tasting it. On the third day, he found the necklace my grandmother had left me—something my uncle had sold years ago—and bought it back, paying far more than it was worth, just to return it to me. At a formal family dinner, in front of elders and allies, he made it clear: No more women. Only me. It took him a year to win me back. That summer, fireworks lit up the Palermo coastline as he announced our engagement. I believed he had chosen me. Until the night of a private gathering at an old harbor estate. A young woman was being pulled forward in the middle of the courtyard, her dress torn at the shoulder, tears running down her face. Alessandro went still. Then he stood up. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t explain. He just walked toward her. And something inside me went cold. I rested my hand over my abdomen. There was something I hadn’t told him yet. He broke his word that night. So I broke mine.

Meu marido e eu éramos as duas pessoas que mais se odiavam neste mundo. Ele me odiava por tê-lo arrancado da mulher que amava. E eu o odiava porque seu coração permanecia ocupado por outra. Durante oito anos de casamento, as palavras que mais trocamos não foram de amor, nem de dever, mas maldições. Contudo, no dia em que a cidade caiu, tudo mudou; as bandeiras inimigas já eram visíveis além do portão interno. Ele cavalgou à frente e tomou a estrada, colocando seu corpo entre o inimigo e a minha fuga. — Viva — disse ele calmamente. Então ele ergueu sua lâmina e não olhou para trás. As flechas vieram como chuva. Enquanto elas o perfuravam, ele virou a cabeça uma vez, apenas uma vez. Depois disso, seu corpo bloqueou a estrada, e nada passou. — Se houver outra vida… que Vossa Alteza me conceda a misericórdia de pertencer a ela. Naquela noite, com a cidade em ruínas e o povo morto ou em fuga, subi na torre mais alta do palácio. Eu saltei. Quando abri meus olhos novamente, fui até o rei. — Os reinos do norte exigem uma noiva real — eu disse. — Eu irei. Nesta vida, serei eu a cruzar a fronteira. Em minha vida anterior, ele morreu acreditando que havia falhado com ela. Desta vez, não permitirei que esse arrependimento exista. Assumirei o casamento destinado a ela. Carregarei a coroa destinada a exilá-la. Caminharei em direção a um futuro que ela nunca deveria ter que suportar. Deixe que ela fique. Deixe que ele a proteja. Deixe que ele viva sua vida acreditando que finalmente cumpriu sua promessa.

Emma Scott has always had it all—wealth, beauty, and power. As the privileged daughter of a business tycoon, she ruled her university years with confidence, arrogance, and an undeniable presence. But beneath her sharp tongue and ruthless attitude was an obsession she never dared to name—Killian Thomas, the one man who never bowed to her. Killian, a hardworking scholarship student from a middle-class background, despised Emma for the torment she put him through. She was cruel, entitled, and always seemed to have a target on his back. But when one heated argument after class turns into something far more physical, their hatred transforms into an addiction neither of them can resist. What starts as secret, no-strings-attached encounters after lectures spirals into something far more dangerous. They become study partners, but their breaks are filled with untamed passion. One night, they get locked inside the library and spend the entire night indulging in their darkest desires. Their obsession only grows stronger. Upon graduation, Killian is offered a job at Emma’s father’s company, the very place where Emma works. Their sinful rendezvous continue in secret—stolen moments in offices, forbidden trysts during business trips. They think they’re careful, but when Emma’s father catches them in a compromising position overseas, their affair is exposed. Faced with an ultimatum, Emma refuses to back down. She confesses that her bullying was always a twisted way of masking her love for Killian. She threatens to leave everything behind if her father dares to fire him. Forced to confront their true feelings, Emma and Killian finally make their relationship official. But even after marriage, their hunger for each other remains insatiable—whether at home, at work, or in places they should never be. Their passion is reckless. Their love is ruthless. And their temptation?

"What the fuck, Kamila?" he snapped. "Why the hell did you send these divorce papers?" Kamila sighed, "Can't you read, Mr. Cadet? It's a simple instruction. Sign them." ** On the day Kamila tragically loses her unborn child, it's the final straw. She's done being her husband Mark's doormat, enduring his constant infidelity and public humiliation. This time, she's fighting back. What Mark didn't know, however, was that his wife was no poor helpless orphan. Kamila was actually a hidden heiress to the powerful Smithson family - a secret weapon she was about to unleash. Mark launches his campaign to run for governor, but Kamila decides to run against him! She’s also got her loyal Smithson brothers backing her up, and she's ready to take her sweet revenge on that cheating husband of hers.