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TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including— Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. — — — — — — — — — — — — “You’re mine now,” he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. “I’m Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want— I get.” * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she’s left to pay— with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice— play the game, or fight the players who play dirty…

Fiona Wallace is a young orphan who endures torment, torture, and unbearable suffering from her cruel stepfather after her mother’s death. Day by day, she prays for some miracle to set her free, and when her stepfather announces that she is to be sold, Fiona sees this as a chance for freedom. But her dreams are crushed when she is purchased by the heartless Alpha, Tristan Blackthorne, who proves to be even more brutal than her stepfather. When Fiona discovers he is her mate, she feels a spark of hope that their bond might change her fate. However, she soon realizes that Tristan is unaware of their connection. After waiting endlessly for him to treat her like his mate, Fiona eventually runs away to protect her child. Some time has passed, and now, Tristan is filled with regret and wants to make things right, but will it be too late to heal the wounds of Fiona's past and bring them back together?

“Tell me you hate me,” Mikhail whispered, aggressively pressing the side of my face against his expensive wooden table. I inhaled sharply, fighting back the moan in my throat. “I…” I wanted to force the words out, because I did. I hated him with every fiber of my being, with every drop of the blood in my veins. At the same time, I didn't. I had never put a label on the other thing I felt for him. He would never feel the same, and he would scorn me. “Say it, Marlowe. Say you hate me.” He dared, thrusting hard into me and stealing my breath. “Oh my God,” I cried out, pushing my ass backwards to meet his thrusts despite myself. “You can't say it, can you?” He laughed scornfully. “I… hate you.” I managed, inhaling sharply. He tugged my hair, fucking me harder. “No, you don't.” I couldn't argue, because an earth shattering orgasm snuck up on me and blinded my thoughts. When I recovered, I realized he was not completely wrong. *** *** *** Marlowe had a simple, happy life up until her late teens when she was about to go to college. Her father was murdered in cold blood and her mother fell apart. She was left to take care of herself and her mother, and all her dreams were shattered. She is kidnapped and sold to someone she once knew and was in love with. Mikhail Romanov. He is an entirely different person now. But Marlowe is an angel and she can melt the hardest of hearts. They fall in love with each other, but with this romance comes a revelation of secrets that shatter Marlowe and all that's left of her is a woman that is filled with hatred and anger, and desperate for revenge.

On the day the privileged heiress, Olivia Cruz, and I register our marriage, she leaves me and Mom stranded on a deserted road before running off to her childhood sweetheart, Brad McCoy. Rage triggers Mom's cardiac arrest, so I call Olivia in anxiety, begging her to come back and save Mom. But she just says a cold line before ending the call, "Not this again. Every time I have to step away, your mom suddenly has heart pain. Your family sure knows how to put on a show, huh?" With that, Mom misses her chance at rescue and dies. That night, a mutual friend posts online. "Growing up together is a whole different kind of bond!" The post shows Olivia perched on Brad's lap with his hand resting on her waist. It's the perfect picture of intimacy that leaves little to the imagination. I expressionlessly tap on the like button before typing my comment. "Is this what you meant by 'something important'?" The friend sneers. "Relax, it's just a game of Truth or Dare. I can't believe you're taking it so seriously." Olivia doesn't even bother to explain, but when I walk away without a word, she finally panics.

Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media. "Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!" In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger. Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!" I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through. "I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?" In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over." Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me. The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."

WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, VIOLENT SCENES, AND STRONG USE OF WORDS. Through a game of escape, Melissa Davis sniffed what she didn't intend to eat. Now her teeth ache. _______________ When Melissa received a call to come back to the City, she thought it was because of the crime she committed in Germany, however, on her arrival to Mexico, Melissa realized her father had arranged for her an engagement to the Heir of the Shark Mafia family, her family rival. To cancel the engagement, Melissa desperately came up with a hideous plan and made a deal with a Mafia UnderBoss, to whom was her hell… her nightmare… her torture, and… her misery. With Donald Don by her side, will Melissa ever achieve her aim? What more does Melissa not know about this young, handsome billionaire she strikes a deal with? . . . "With my blood on your contract, the deal is sealed and it's irrevocable, Melissa." Now the game begins! UPDATE SCHEDULE: THREE CHAPTERS WEEKLY

He is the person you can consider your dream from which you awake full of dread. Uno Vrix Thelonious, known as a man with no mercy, is a member of the most influential organization in Agrianthropos, the Foedus Corporation, for which he will play the troubadour, pestilence, and turmoil. It all started with seeking justice for his sister's death. Resentment. Hatred. Vengeance. Here he began to torture a young woman, who became his bed warmer, especially when he was in a good mood. There was no mercy for him. She could not even say 'no' to him; otherwise, she would die in his bed. But the questions are, Are all these still part of his primary objective for kidnapping the woman? Is all his doing still part of his vengeance, or will he eventually acknowledge that he was the one being tormented by falling in love with her? Her. Via Petrov. His greatest opponent's daughter, the one he should despise. "I'll show you the real monster tonight"

Cruelty is in his blood. He has a heart of stone. His words are nothing less than poison. People say that the D in his name stands for Devil. He is...Denver D'Angelo. The name itself is enough to give sleepless nights to any woman. The world sees him as the perfect man, but no one knows that he has a dark, dirty secret from his past. Zariah, a sweet simple girl, becomes the love interest of the handsome beast. He wants to love her, care for her and sometimes... torture her. What will happen when she finds out his secret? Will he forgive her or punish her? ------------------- Sometimes life takes us down a path we never want to walk. Indulge in this story and witness the struggle of Zariyah while living with the beast she loves. Be a part of her journey and see if leaving a man who is mentally ill is a good idea or living with him with a hope that one day everything will be alright is a better one.

On my twenty-third birthday, my brother, Zackary Dixon, became the wealthiest man in the country. He threw a grand birthday party for the nanny's daughter, saying that she would be the Dixon family's favorite. At the same time, something went wrong with my artificial heart. I couldn't find a suitable one, only one month left in my life. Due to the torture of illness and great pressure, I had no choice but to call him. Hearing my cough, he coldly said, "At that time, you were afraid to get involved, and now you regret it?" My throat was sore. I stared at his expressionless face through the phone and laughed bitterly. "Zackary, three hundred thousand dollars is no big deal to you. Help me, OK?" Zackary sneered. I could hear his warm voice comforting Lillianna, "Voice phishing. It's fine." Of course, he was fine, because his sound beating heart was mine.