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Xayne is a high school student by day and Boxer by night who lived with her Aunt after the death of her parent. She was much a fighter who took her career more than her education. She was a big nuisance in the school who was difficult to control as she got into fight with anyone who picked on her. Although she was a fighter she wasn't good in the ring as she always got her ass kicked by opponent. Desperate to find a way out she kept changing her Manager but it didn't change anything. She was titled weak which always send anger running down her vein. Xayne was ready to cling to anyone who could train her to become the perfect boxer she wishes to be. That was when she met Shane, the new hot dude at school. He was more of a fighter like her but the difference was he always had his opponent down which of course caused everyone to fear him. Xayne clinged to him with the hopes of being like him and they did get along but only if she knew what he was.

MICAH. I’ve always done as my father commanded—until he sells me to a family in Sicily and I become the property of Sullivan Stone. He’s everything I always want to stay away from; cold, ruthless, and dangerously intent on having what he wants. But what I didn’t expect was how easily his darkness would pull me in—how quickly his world would become mine. Running was never an option. And by the time I understand the truth, I’m already too deep in his game to crawl out. SULLIVAN. I wanted her the moment I saw her—feisty, sly, and meant to be broken. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll make her mine in every sense of the word. I’ll train her, tempt her, and mold her until she fits perfectly into my hands. But when she uncovers the secret that brought her to me, she’ll realize survival always demands a price. And this time, that price might be our everything! Get ready for a steamy chaotic mafia novel!

Dix jours. J'ai dû passer dix jours avec M. Jones, le patron de mon père, pour que mon père pourrait garder son emploi. Mon père a été surpris en train de voler son entreprise et M. Jones l'a viré sur-le-champ. Mais cela signifiait la ruine financière de ma famille. Nous n'aurions pas d'endroit où vivre, rien à manger et je devrais abandonner l'école. Mais ensuite, M. Jones a proposé une solution. Je passerais dix jours avec lui dans son manoir et tout serait pardonné. Sauf que le mâle alpha avait des règles. Je devais porter ses vêtements. Mangez sa nourriture. Et le pire de tout, mendier quand il a demandé. Et j'ai honte de le dire… mais je le voulais désespérément !

Before anything else could happen, I stood up from squatting in front of him and walked toward my work table. My hands were shaking, but I tried not to show it. "Now you have time to listen to my proposal," I said firmly, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. I picked up the document I had placed there earlier—a simple sheet of paper, but one that could change everything. I held it up for him to see. Yes, kidnapping him had been desperate. But what I was about to offer? Even more so. "You just have to sign this marriage contract," I told him. "If we get married, I can claim my inheritance, solve my problem, and then we’ll let you go." He raised an eyebrow, amused. “And what’s in it for me? I don’t gain anything here. Why should I let you manipulate my life like that?” I clenched my fists. "You’re my hostage! Your freedom depends on me. You have no choice but to do what I say!" I snapped, voice rising with frustration. As soon as I said it, regret washed over me. I sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, and I saw it in his eyes—disappointment. Disgust. “I already have a fiancée, Kourtney. We’re getting married soon. I can’t marry you,” he said with finality. Of course I knew. I knew everything about him. I kept tabs on his life not because I wanted to, but because I had to. “I love her,” he continued. “And if I ever get married, it’s going to be with the woman I love. That’s Kim.” I bit my lower lip to stop the trembling. I was humiliated… but worse, I was heartbroken.

BOOK ONE: MAD KINGS OF LONDON SERIES BLURB: He shoved his hips upwards, mercilessly thrusting the full length of his thick cock down my eager, hungry throat. “You owe me a debt that money alone will never repay. And you will stay on your knees until every single penny is accounted for…” *** “Daughter of a whore…!” “Descendant of a prostitute…!!” “Product of a broken home…!!!” Being known as a sex worker’s daughter in their small town of Romford was already too difficult, but when her mother is hired as a housekeeper by one of London’s wealthiest families, fate thrusts Loriah into the arms of a man she should never want. Zakari Von Hale. Heir to the Von Hale Biotech Empire. Cold, beautiful, untouchable, with brains that experts at NASA would beg to pick. Zakari’s hate for her is immediate, but it turns into something dangerous when his father kicks his sick mother out of their home and remarries Loriah’s mother. Zakari and Loriah become step-siblings overnight. And she becomes his favourite target. He humiliates her in school. He destroys her reputation. He watches patiently while she breaks… but he still isn’t satisfied. When a scandal explodes that tears her world apart, Loriah vanishes from London. Three years later, she re-emerges, stronger, bolder and wiser. But in a desperate attempt to save her sick sister, she makes a dangerous mistake. She steals from her own arch enemy. Now, Loriah has a score to settle with the mad king of London. And Zakari Von Hale hates debtors… *** In a city where he ruled with an iron fist, she’s the only one who could bring him to his knees.

I sponsored Emily Fagan from an underprivileged background just to help her get through school. She was good-looking but wasn't exactly the brightest. Despite my warning not to tamper with my things, she slipped stimulants into my water bottle. Thanks to her, I was accused of cheating in the swimming competition. Our team's score was nullified. As for me, I was banned from competing for life and kicked out of college. When I confronted her, she cried pitifully, "Julie, I just wanted you to win. I didn't know that'd happen." My boyfriend, Elijah Strauss, held her and comforted her. He even snapped at me, claiming, "Em had good intentions. Why are you giving her a hard time?" Crushed, I shut myself in at home. Feeling sorry, she and Elijah visited me and brought along some vodka as an apology. After I took ten shots, I asked her to buy some over-the-counter pain relievers for my splitting headache. Little did I know that she'd make me take a dangerous dose of Ibuprofen mixed with alcohol. The bleeding in my stomach was what killed me. Emily looked pitifully remorseful at the hospital. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even tell what I shouldn't have given her…" During the police interrogation, my boyfriend gave false testimony to protect her. He accused me of taking my own life by mixing Ibuprofen and alcohol because I couldn't handle the mental stress from cheating in the competition. When I reopened my eyes, I found out that I was transported to the day before the competition.

My mother had been hospitalized. My boyfriend worked as a doctor at the same hospital. You would think he would have visited her often, but he never did. Not once. On the first day of her stay, he did not come because he had taken a day off. His childhood friend was moving, and she needed his help. On the second day, that same childhood friend appeared at the hospital as an intern. He followed her everywhere and showed her the ropes. He handled anything she asked for, no matter how small. It went on like that, day after day. My mother's ward was on the thirteenth floor. His office was on the seventeenth. All it would have taken was a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Even so, Sebastian did not visit her for more than twenty days. My mother recovered. I picked her up by myself and took her to the train station. While I was on the way, he texted me. Sebastian: [Suzy's pet dog is getting vaccinated today. I need to drive her there first.] This time, I replied. [Got it. Drive safely. By the way, we're over.]

He told me I was nothing, stripped me of my worth, broke my body and soul, and threw me out like trash. His rival taught me I was everything and crowned me his Queen. ~~~~~ For nine years, I stood by Vincent's side, as his efficient and loyal assistant, helping him build the empire he inherited from his father while secretly and hopelessly head-over-heels in love with him. But after his first love, Chloe, a money-hungry, manipulative, lying bitch left him without a word and a night I wished never happened, a pregnancy, a forced marriage he loathed me for, and three years of living hell followed. Three years of turning me into his personal punching bag, breaking my body and my soul with each touch. His every word, a reminder that I was nothing but a worthless, disposable stand-in for the woman he truly desired. And when Chloe finally returned, tearfully claiming she'd been forced to raise their three-year-old son alone, Vincent saw his 'true family 'and threw me out like I was less than the dirt beneath his designer shoe. That night, broke, jobless and homeless, I was found bruised and helpless in the middle of the road by Alistair Kincaid, a man with a dark past and a massive personal score to settle with the Ashford family. He didn't just save me. He offered me a home at his side, claiming me beautifully and passionately. He took the shattered pieces of my soul and rebuilt it with his love. He taught me how to rise from the ashes, gave me my voice back, and showed me how to make kings kneel. Now I wear his crown. And my ex? He’ll wish he never threw me away.

"Don't wear a white colour dress and please don't let your hair open. I would appreciate it if you never use this pink shade lipstick" he said in a full serious yet husky tone that surely gives chillness to her spine. She never gets intimidated by anyone like this. Who the hell he is? She battled her eyes and looked to meet his brownies. She took the courage to ask him "why?" He smirked at her flustered face and bends to her height. She took steps back and hits the wall behind. "Because. I can't stop myself from kissing you" he said while the train just went away along with Clara who stood there paralyzed hearing Alex's words. Did he just propose to her? ###### Clara looked at the frame which they clicked before. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Will she be able to forget everything and move on?  Alex regretted the moment he fell for that girl. He doesn't want to remember anything related to her. But is it even easy?  Both looked at the stars and wished to forget everything, 

My dad collapsed from a sudden heart attack and died. The shock hit my mom like a freight train, and she blacked out cold. By the time I raced home from college, his body had already been reduced to ashes in the crematorium. Grief barely had a chance to sink in before the debt collectors pounded on our door. That was when the ugly truth emerged. My dad had secretly racked up billions in loans, saddling my mom and me. A year later, the relentless harassment from those goons drove my mom to despair. She ended her life, and I was forced to drop out of school, scavenging dumpsters just to scrape by. But fate had a cruel twist in store. I spotted my "dead" dad, alive and thriving, hosting an extravagant birthday bash for his secret son. I stormed in, desperate for answers, only to be hurled out by security. My head cracked against the pavement, and everything went black. When my eyes fluttered open again, I was inexplicably back on that fateful day of my dad's heart attack.