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I thought he was a ghost from my past, but he came back with a marriage certificate and a billion‑dollar debt. He says I have to pay with my body—and my voice. “You’re in breach of contract, Mrs. Moretti.” Seven years ago, Dante Moretti was a broken sound engineer who broke my heart and vanished. Today, he’s the ruthless head of a global empire—and he just walked backstage to claim what’s his. Me. He brings a marriage certificate I don’t remember signing and a list of clauses that turn my world‑famous life into a gilded cage. He owns my label. He owns my jet. And he claims he owns my voice. Dragged to a fortress in Sicily, I’m trapped between a secret past I can’t outrun and a “husband” who looks at me with equal parts hunger and hate. Dante swears he’s the only thing standing between me and the monsters who want to buy my soul. But as the line between protection and possession blurs, I have to wonder: Is Dante Moretti saving me from the fire… or is he the one holding the match? He’s my greatest sin. My biggest secret. And now, he might be my only hope. ---

On the third day of my business trip out of state, someone new joined the group chat formed for my son's class. It had been quiet for weeks when she suddenly sent a voice message. I tapped it, and an unfamiliar woman's voice played through my phone. "Hello, everyone. I'm the new language teacher at the school, and I'm also Tony Gardner's mother. Looking forward to getting to know you all!" My whole body went cold. I opened the group member list and checked it over and over. My son's name was Tony Gardner, and she said she was Tony Gardner's mother. Then, who the hell was I? I immediately called my husband. "Did someone get added to the parent group by mistake?" He paused on the other end before he laughed it off like it was nothing. "Oh, probably just a mix-up. The school has so many kids. It's not unusual for kids to have the same names. What's the matter? Did something happen?" I kept my voice light and told him everything was fine. The second I hung up, I booked the next flight home and headed straight to my son's school.

My CEO boyfriend, Norris Chapman, whom I've been dating for five years, takes me to his childhood home to visit his parents during Christmas. After that, he proceeds to propose to me in the villa's garden, which was intricately decorated in advance. Happily, I accept his proposal. I wanted to wait till nightfall before telling Norris that I actually hail from a wealthy family as well, only that I ran away from home after fighting with my dad. But unexpectedly, Norris drugs me immediately after dinner. By the time I wake up, I'm already bound in ropes. "I'm sorry, Winnie. I don't have a choice at all. The debt collectors are about to show up on my doorstep soon. "It's your fault for looking just like the mistress Mr. Greven is looking for. Once I sell you to him, I'll definitely be able to clear my debt right away. "Since you love me so much, you won't blame me for this, right?" The moment I hear the words "Mr. Greven", I'm left feeling stunned. There's only one Greven family in the entire list of wealthy families in the country. It also happens to be my family. Could it be that… Norris plans to sell me to my dad?

Florence Lancaster is a hybrid who has the blood of two exceptional people in her veins. Having been abandoned since she was 10 years old, a man took her in and trained her as a tool to achieve his goals. She was referred to as Veilios, a conniving spy that is well-known among werewolves who go by numerous guises. But after being tasked with spying on a band of outlaws, she found herself on the Alpha King and Werewolf Council's list of most-wanted people, making her the target of their hunt. She spent years in hiding before being accepted into a pack, but everything fell apart when the pack she was with was attacked. In order to save a girl, she was forced into making a bargain with the attackers who demanded money in exchange. And she can only offer it to them by participating in an auction and working for a month as a werewolf's mistress. However, she had no idea that the new track of her life would bring her even closer to the destiny she had been trying to avoid for so many years. ........ She is strong-willed to escape. He is adamant about keeping her. She wanted to be loved. He doesn't want to be in love. Everyone wanted her, Everyone fears him. She belongs to him but he doesn't belong to her.

It was in our bedroom that I first found out about Nathaniel Foster's affair. My anger got the better of me, and I demanded a divorce right away. Nathaniel broke down into tears and claimed it was a drunken mistake. He went down on his knees, begging for my forgiveness. He cried, "I'll jump off this building if we get a divorce!" I relented, and things went on like this for five years. He was the sweetest, gentlest husband ever since that day. It was as if he was trying to pretend that night never happened, like I'd never noticed his infidelity. Everyone told me Nathaniel could throw his life away for me. Then, his mother's 60th birthday came. She blurted, "Where's your son, Nathaniel? I'd like to see him." That stunned me, but then I thought she'd gotten the date wrong. So, I smiled. "Melanie, the delivery date's in two months." Melanie shot me a calm look. She muttered under her breath, "Ah, so you still don't know about the boy." Something squeezed my heart, and my eyes darted to Nathaniel. Nathaniel put his silverware down. "I have a five-year-old son." He spoke as if he'd just listed out his grocery list for next Tuesday.

“Someone will hear,” I whispered, the words breaking into a tremor. His family and the entire Castillo group were gathered just down the hall. Smack. My gasp tangled in my throat. “No, they won’t.” His palm landed again, sharp and claiming. Smack. “Do you want to know why?” All I could manage was a desperate, breathless sound. “Because you’ll stay quiet.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Won’t you, Abigail?” He rubbed the spot where he’d struck, the heat of his touch spreading like fire under my skin. Pins and needles rushed through me, making my breath hitch. I bit down hard on my lip, fighting the sound clawing its way up my throat. “Good girl.” His praise slid over me like sin, a command and a reward all at once. ***** Abigail swore off love the night she caught her boyfriend tangled up with the neighbor’s daughter. Relationships were nothing but heartbreak—until he came along. One touch from her new employer’s grandson, Christian Castillo, awakens a hunger she thought she’d buried forever. She knows it’s forbidden. She knows it can’t last. But desire has a way of burning through reason, and with Christian, surrender feels inevitable. Then her world shatters. Her employer is murdered, and the blame lands squarely on her shoulders. With prison looming and her only lifeline being a man who refuses to forgive her, Abigail is trapped between ruin and a marriage she never chose. But she won’t go down quietly. Someone is pulling the strings, and she’s determined to expose the truth—even if it costs her freedom, her heart, and the man she can’t stop craving. A story of love, betrayal, and the courage to fight for forgiveness—and for the truth.

After ten years in a coma, Margaret Rollins, the mother of Geri Winslow, Jansburke's top heiress, finally wakes up. Everyone believes she'd been pushed down the stairs and left in a vegetative state. Now that she's awake, everyone prominent in the city comes to visit. They practically fall over themselves to praise Geri, saying she's been the picture of devotion. After all, she's spent the last ten years punishing the man who hurt Margaret. Even though Geri and the culprit were high school sweethearts, she still didn't go easy on him. But when everyone is finally done talking, Margaret sits in silence for a long time. Then, she looks at them in confusion. "What culprit? No one pushed me. I fell on my own." The fruit knife falls from Geri's hand and clatters to the floor. She lifts her head and stares at Margaret in disbelief. "Mom, what did you just say?" Alistair York isn't the one who caused Margaret's coma? A terrifying panic rises inside Geri. For as long as Margaret has been unconscious, Geri has been punishing Alistair. And now, she learns that he's innocent? "By the way, where is Alistair?" Margaret suddenly asks. "I didn't approve of him back then because he came from a single-parent family, and I didn't want you dating him. I never imagined he would risk everything to save me after I fell, though. Are you two still together? Did you get married? Do you have children?" Each question lands on Geri's heart like hammer blows. Her throat tightens, and she can't speak for a long time. Because after Alistair's release from prison, she forces him into a relationship with a blind woman begging on the streets. Three years have passed since then…

“Yes, daddy, harder.” “Such a good girl taking two cocks like a whore!” Adriano spanked her ass. Michele's hand wrapped around Anny’s throat. "Fuck! I am going to cum inside your tight pussy." "I am close too. Want me to cum on your pretty face?" Anny arched her back, screaming their names. "Yes. Yes, daddies." … Anny Jackson’s forbidden affair with her dangerously seductive step-father and step-uncle was supposed to be a secret. The Carter brothers are twins, but they never agreed on anything and sharing a woman was the last thing they ever imagined. They wanted her and she wanted them both. None wanted to give her up and she didn't want to give anyone up. For the first time, they both agreed on one thing to fuck her, to share her and she wanted it more than anything. It was wrong, desiring or lusting after even one of them, but wanting both? Nothing could be more wrong, more forbidden and yet nothing could feel more right and tempting. Adriano Carter and Michele Carter aren’t gentle lovers, they’re rough, experienced daddies who growl ‘mine’ while stretching her tight holes with thick cocks and filling her until she’s leaking their cum, who know exactly how to break her and make her beg. She gets marked, owned and ruined in the dirtiest ways possible, then left gaping, bruised and addicted to being their fucktoy. They pin her down, bend her over his desk, spank her ass red before fucking her throat raw and calling her their perfect little slut. They take turns pounding her in every position, double-penetrating her until she's trembling and sobbing. The story is packed with filthy daddy kink- choking grips on her throat, praise mixed with degradation, rough breeding fantasies and group scenes.

I WATCHED HIM BURN MY MOTHER ALIVE! My Alpha... My Captor... The Very Curse my heart won't stop fighting for. The punishment went a step further. I became his slave. Nightmares plagued me, hatred swelled in my heart, and yet... yet when he touched me, I unravelled; adding my virginity to the list of things he took from me. But fate had plans for me—or so I thought. One Alpha gathering brought me a savior, a man who looked as deadly as my captor but smelled tame. And worse... he was my mate. Too. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was fated to the man who ruined my life, didn't I? For a while, I was torn between two mates until... they both betrayed me. Now I carried my captor's twins, and he doesn’t even remember my name. His ex-mate wants him back. His curse is eating him alive. And I’ve been taken by a shadow that wants to watch him fall apart, and take everything he holds dear—starting with me. The truth of who I am is starting to break free, and I find that I'm the only one who can save him. Would I finally exert my revenge on the man who tore my world upside down? Or is the love I feel enough to make me save him?

I packed the last of my things from the apartment into a box and sent my fiancé, William, a voice message. [Let's break up.] A second later, he replied, [OK.] Across from me, my cousin Mia almost spilled her martini on the tablecloth. "You two were together for seven years, about to get engaged, and it's over just like that? How is it that when I dump a guy, it turns into a whole dramatic saga?" "Still, I have to admire you. Giving up your life as the family’s Princess to build everything from scratch with him." I slowly stirred my coffee, the bitter taste flooding my mouth. "Because he never listens to my voice messages." I tossed my phone onto the table and pushed it toward her. Her eyes landed on the screen, on a long list of unplayed voice messages. For the past seven years, my conversations with William had been a one-way street. The rare 'Mm' from him was the most enthusiastic response I could hope for. I had grown used to his cold nature long ago. Until I saw a long voice message on his phone, played in its entirety. It was from his childhood friend, Tessa. In that moment, I finally let go of the sliver of hope I had been clutching for seven years. And now, it was time for me to return to the Miller family as its heiress.