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Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.

When I bring up divorce in front of my husband, Vito Corti, he happens to be toying with a lace thigh strap that's gifted to him by a rising adult film star. Vito, the head of the Corti family as well as the youngest Don in Emaly, orders his Soldato to pick up his new lover tonight. Then, he shoots a languid glance at the divorce agreement on the table. "How big of a tantrum are you throwing this time, my dear Donna?" I reply calmly, "I didn't touch the bank card tied to the private account. I also don't want the estate in Emaly as well as the bulletproof convoy. I have already entrusted the asset management authority to your Consigliere." Vito is stunned for a moment, but he still thinks I'm still throwing a tantrum. "You don't want those assets? Then what do you want? My devotion? Gia, I already told you in the past that you're the woman with the highest position in the family. But it's too boring for a Don to own just one woman." He tries to reach out to feel my cheek, thinking that I'll act the same way as before; that I'll forgive him in a roundabout way after lashing out at him. But I just avoid his hand. I no longer want Vito's devotion to me. Now, I just want to leave him.

I was treating some friends to dinner at the private club my cousin owned. When we wrapped up, I waved over a server. "Just put it on Nick's tab." The server nodded, but a manager I'd never seen stepped in to block her. Wearing a smile that never reached her eyes, she said, "Sir, Bosco is a members-only establishment. We don't offer tabs." I felt a flicker of irritation. "I'm the owner's cousin. Just let him know." She let out a sharp, mocking laugh and slapped a bill onto the table. Eighty-eight thousand. Exclusive suite atmosphere maintenance fee, ten thousand. High‑end social network filtration fee, twenty thousand. Spontaneous entertainment ambience enhancement fee, fifteen thousand. And a mess of other miscellaneous charges. Since when did Nick's place dare to bleed customers dry like this? "What's wrong? Can't pay and now you're trying to name‑drop?" She looked me up and down with an arrogant tilt of her chin. "I've seen plenty of our boss's relatives. Not one of them is as broke, pretentious, and shameless as you." Right in front of her, I dialed Nick and put the call on speaker. "Ten minutes," I said. "Make sure she disappears from my sight. Otherwise, I'm revoking your authorization for this club."

On my wedding day, my mafia fiancé, Ryder Conti, had his men bar me from the church. Instead, he walked down the aisle with another woman on his arm. He shrugged at me through the iron gates. "Emilia, the Contis need an heir, and Carmela is carrying a Rossi." "Once I use the Rossi influence to solidify my position in the Family, I'll divorce her. You'll still be my woman." Everyone thought I would obediently nod and wait for him to come back. For ten years, I had loved him more than life itself, even cutting ties with my family for him. That very night, I boarded a private jet to Sicily to accept an arranged marriage with the Godfather of the Vettori family. From then on, I vanished without a trace from Ryder Conti's world. Three years later, I returned to New York with my husband and child to deal with a traitor in the Family. Zayn had some last minute business, so he sent his men to collect me. I never expected to see a face from my past. Ryder looked at me with a smirk. "Had enough fun out there? Since you've come crawling back, this is perfect. Carmela's son needs a cook. You can do the job." Wait, he just called me, the most respected Donna in the underworld, the cook?

Five years ago, my family died in a car crash. My parents. My adopted sister, Liz. Everyone but me. They left behind grief, an empty house, and a debt so large it swallowed my life. When the collectors came, I turned to the only person I had left—my husband, Adrian. He told me he had cut ties with his own family to marry me and had nothing left. I believed him. For five years, I worked every job I could find, paid every dollar I earned, and told myself love was worth the suffering. When the balance dropped to its final $18,000, I signed up for a paid drug trial at a private clinic. They handed me a waiver, warned me about possible delayed reactions, and promised fast money if I swallowed the experimental dose. I thought it would buy us a new beginning. Instead, I came home early and heard Adrian on the phone. “Let Liz use the card. Evelyn still doesn’t know. She took away Liz’s money five years ago, so she has to earn every dollar back herself.” Then he laughed softly. “One more year, and her punishment is over.” That was how I learned the dead were alive. The debt was fake. My husband had never been poor. And the life I had fought so hard to survive was only a sentence they had given me.

"The cold-hearted CEO who scares everyone is afraid of losing me?" Grace uttered, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's lips. "Yes, I'm. You don't need to continue your job, you can join my company, Grace." Evelyn cupped her cheeks, slowly taking her lips into a sensual and passionate kiss, pouring all her feelings and love into that kiss. Grace shortly responded to her kiss. "Pearl... That's what they... call me," she moaned loudly when Evelyn unfastened the hook of her bra and caressed her breasts while showering hot kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. "You're my Grace, only mine," Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skillfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Maybe after one night with this pole dancer, she would be able to pull her off her mind. It was just a one-night stand for Evelyn but what will happen when she'll offer a job to Grace to become her private dancer?

“None of them are supposed to touch you Julia.”Silas whispers into my ears and I swallows. “You are ours!!” Sebastian grabs me from behind and I let out a soft moan of pleasure when he pushes into me. “You’re ours to mark, ours to own, ours to f*ck. To use and we do not fucking share Julia.” ******** When Julia moves in with her stepbrothers, she’s warned to behave. What no one warns her about is them. They bully her relentlessly—control where she goes, who she talks to, how she dresses. At school, they let others torment her with words and rumors, but the moment someone goes too far, the punishment is brutal. No one is allowed to touch her. Because she’s theirs. They humiliate her in private, invade her space, watch her like predators marking territory. The way they look at her makes her uneasy… and worse, makes her think things she shouldn’t. Julia doesn’t know they’re Alpha werewolves. She doesn’t know dominance is instinct, or that desire and possession are tangled together in their world. She only knows that the lines between hatred, control, and something dangerously forbidden are starting to blur. They call it protection. They call it discipline. But Julia is starting to realize the truth. She isn’t just being bullied. She’s being claimed in every way that matters.

Emberleigh, a 21-year-old woman, became an outcast when her parents were killed by the most powerful wolf pack when she was thirteen. She is a human and her mate, Maximus, is an Alpha with a large pack. He arrives with his three best friends three weeks before he and his chosen mate, Tiffany, are due to be mated. Emberleigh is pure, even though she works as a dancer at a local club and is one of the most popular dancers there. When he sees her, he feels the mate bond pull. Feeling rage and jealousy of other men watching, he orders a private dance for himself. She is wary of the wolves and despises them. She believes that the wolf pack, which happens to be Maximus', is the reason she has been orphaned. He must win her trust, her heart, and end the ceremony with Tiffany. Tiffany, heartbroken and enraged, seeks revenge against the human who replaced her as the pack's Luna. In order to tarnish Emberleigh's reputation, she is resorting to hiring external sources outside the pack. When she is left for dead in the middle of the forest, Maximus arrives just in time, finding Emberleigh unconscious and injured. With a mixture of fear and desperation, he carries her back to his pack's territory, vowing to protect her at all costs. As Emberleigh slowly regains consciousness, she finds herself torn between her lingering distrust for wolves and the undeniable connection she feels towards Maximus, who is determined to prove his love and loyalty to her.

He was told her she was "broken." He’s the monster who’ll break anyone who touched her. Elena Vance is a high-achieving woman living a lie. To appease her husband Marcus’s fragile ego, she’s dimmed her light and accepted the label of the "frigid wife." When Marcus demands she see a sex therapist to "fix" her inadequacies, Elena expects more shame. Instead, she finds Dr. Jaxon “Doc” DeLuca—the lethal, leather-clad stranger she shared a volcanic, anonymous dance with nights before. Jaxon wears two masks: by day, he’s the city’s most elite therapist; by night, he’s the brutal Enforcer for the Iron Hearts MC. He sees through Marcus’s gaslighting instantly. Elena isn't broken, she’s a woman with deep, kinky desires her husband is too weak to handle. Professional boundaries shatter as Jaxon takes Elena on as a private client, awakening a fire that threatens to consume them both. But Jaxon has a secret, he’s using Elena to investigate Marcus’s ties to a rival syndicate. Between a marriage built on lies and a doctor with blood on his hands, Elena must decide, Is Jaxon her salvation, or is she just a pawn in a deadly MC war to come? Check out Tempted By Dr. Dangerous to find out what happens next.

Elena escaped to the exclusive Azure Resort with one goal: to finally feel alive again. After years trapped in a passionless relationship that left her body aching and unsatisfied, the 28-year-old craved raw, unrestrained pleasure — no commitments, no judgments. What she never expected was him. Damian Vale — the ruthless business mogul whose name commanded boardrooms and billions. He was at the resort for a discreet high-stakes deal, his days filled with power plays and his nights reserved for darker indulgences. One smoldering look across the beach bar was all it took. No names at first. No promises. Just pure, magnetic lust. What begins as a single reckless night explodes into an all-consuming obsession. He claims her body with the same commanding intensity he brings to his empire — pinning her against the balcony railing under the moonlight, devouring her in the private infinity pool where anyone could watch, and driving her to shattering orgasms on silk sheets with rough hands, filthy commands, and relentless thrusts. Night after night, Elena surrenders completely. Every touch deeper. Every thrust harder. Every climax more devastating than the last. She came seeking freedom from her boring past. He gave her an addiction she never wanted to quit. But how long can she lose herself in the mogul’s touch before the powerful stranger demands more than just her body?