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Alexa Larossa : physically a virgin, mentally a whore. Alexa was expected to be a pure and chaste girl. But when her mother fell ill and she needed money, she resorted to prostitution and became Jean Gardier's mistress. Unaccustomed to her new life, she vomited and cried when she deep-throated him for the first time. Alexa realizes that in order to perform her job effectively, she must unleash her wild side. However, she went too far by engaging in sexual activity with eleven men at once. She completely loses her innocence and eventually becomes insane. Gilbert Gardier : The “golden child” who was considered a failure by his family Although he was the smartest in his family, his company's bankruptcy during his leadership led to him resigning as CEO. Subsequently, he developed mental instability and a vengeful attitude, having killed multiple people in the past. However, his wealthy family always covered up his crimes. He now desires nothing in the world except Alexa Larossa, the girl he perceives as his angel. Jean Gardier : The traumatised second son who seeks affection from sex. Alexa is the girl that his brother loves, but Jean, the unwanted second son, wants to take away what his brother cherishes the most. He made Alexa his prostitute in secret and had sex with her almost every night. Jean desires her sensuality, whereas Gilbert desires her innocence. **** This story contains some adult concepts such as : • Billionaire vs Mafia • Reverse Harem • Graphic sex and violent Scenes • BDSM and NTR • Suicide, drugs, and dark conspiracies This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic imaginations. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics.

"I'm not asking you to choose me over my brother," Asher said, his voice low and steady. "I'm simply stating a fact, Camelia… you're mine." Camelia Stewart’s dream of a perfect wedding shatters just three days before she walks down the aisle, destroyed by a cruel setup orchestrated by her own sister. Betrayed and humiliated, she never expects her life to spiral even further. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Caught between two powerful brothers, Camelia finds herself in a dangerous emotional storm. One is relentless, willing to burn the world just to keep her. The other… has already claimed her, body and soul, whether she’s ready or not. In a game of love, obsession, and secrets, Camelia must decide: follow her heart… or risk losing herself completely.

At our engagement party, my fiancée said, "Even if I marry you, my heart will always belong to my first love." The room went dead silent. Everyone waited for me to snap and storm out in humiliation. Instead, I clapped first. Smiling, I said, "If marrying me makes you that miserable, I won't stop you. Just don't forget to pay back the wedding money I gave you." My fiancée panicked on the spot.

Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention? I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything. His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?" I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing." I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed. Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

Of course I own you,” Dominic growled as he stepped closer, his presence heavy, his breath brushing her neck. “I belong to nobody,” Aria snapped, though her fists trembled as she backed away. A slow smirk curved his lips. In one sharp movement, he pulled her against him, her fragile body trapped by his solid frame. “You don’t get to decide that, princess,” he said coldly. “I’ll pay my father’s debt,” Aria lifted her chin, fear crawling through her chest. “And when I do, I’ll be free…from you.” “Aria,” he murmured, tightening his grip. “You’re mine. And no one else will touch what’s mine.” Aria has always been quiet, timid, soft-spoken, and worn down by life. Raised by an alcoholic“ father”who never protected her, she learned early that survival meant silence. She endured bruises, hunger, and loneliness, clinging to the hope that one day the pain would fade. That hope shatters when her father disappears, leaving behind a deadly debt owed to the most powerful mafia in the country. The price isn’t money. It’s her. Aria is taken not to be killed, but to be claimed. The man who claims her is Dominic, the ruthless mafia lord feared by all. Cold. Merciless. Untouchable. But beneath the cruelty lies a truth that shakes her to her core. Dominic is the boy she once loved. The boy who promised to protect her—and vanished without a goodbye. Now he is both her nightmare and her past, and Aria must survive a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is deadly, and some promises refuse to stay buried.

After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my childhood crush, Emil McLaren. When he puts up a sign banning my presence at his birthday party, I pack my bags and decide to go to Wanoki Island. When he says my scent makes his house feel nauseating, I quietly move out without complaint. When he says he doesn't want to breathe the same city air as me after our graduation, I leave and never look back. Then he tells me my existence might make his beloved first love uncomfortable. I nod and soon go public with someone else. In this life, I do the opposite of everything I did before. Because in my past life, I got what I wanted—I married Emil. But then his first love jumped off a cliff. He called me her murderer and tormented me. In the end, I jumped into the sea in a state of mental confusion and died. This time, all I want is to live. So, I find myself someone new. However, Emil blocks my path, his eyes bloodshot as he glares at me. "Penelope, I'll forgive this little joke of yours if you come with me right now."

As the reigning eight-time champion of the transmigration department, I'm deeply traumatized by the idea of having fight with the fake heiress. Unfortunately, not only is there an 18-year-old fake heiress in my family of this world, but she also has eight older siblings who dote on her endlessly. Seriously, the stereotypical real versus fake heiress plot is driving me crazy. I retreat into the depths of my mom's womb immediately, my tiny hands clamping down on the umbilical cord. My refusal to leave my mom's body is absolute. [Those idiotic brothers of mine keep spoiling that 18-year-old extremely childish fake heiress who insists on sitting in a baby trolley all the time! If I were to leave this place, I'd definitely get assassinated by them!] My mom, who can hear my internal thoughts, is forced to suffer due to the complications in her labor for 72 hours straight. Finally, she yields to me by signing the "Zero-Tolerance Treaty on Unequal Treatment". She also assigns 108 bodyguards to me overnight. Satisfied, I finally release my hold on the umbilical cord and make my flashy entrance to this world. Mom taps me on my forehead. "Natalie is extremely pure and innocent. She would never come up with ways to hurt you." On the first day I go home, Natalie Fairchild, the fake heiress, pushes my crib toward the staircase on purpose. "I wanna see if Nev can fly!" A bodyguard instantly reaches out to catch my crib from coursing through the air. Scared out of her wits, Natalie slumps to the floor immediately. There, she starts crying like a baby. My second brother, Elliot Fairchild, pulls her into his arms lovingly. He says reassuringly, "Don't be scared, Nat. The bodyguard must have frightened you because of his actions, right? Now, now, you can stop crying now. Nev is fine, isn't she?" The next thing he knows, he gets tossed into the heavy downpour by another bodyguard.

After three years of secret marriage with a famous playboy F1 racer, Aria finally got pregnant. But she discovered that Liam was staying with his ex, who is also pregnant… She was heartbroken, and left the city to raise the baby on her own. 6 years later, while back in town, Aria ran into Liam as her new boss. Him: "I bought a mansion for our child. Stay."😳 Her: "Sorry, he has no father. "😒

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

A week before our marking ceremony, I told Ethan Stormwind I wanted to break up at his friend's party. Everyone laughed. They all knew that for the past six years, my life's goal had been to become his marked Luna. With only a week left until the ceremony, how could I possibly want to break up? Even Ethan thought I was being unreasonable. "Just because I need to take Selene to the healer for her follow-up on our ceremony day, you're throwing a tantrum about breaking up?" "We're both adults. Can you act more mature? You could just reschedule the ceremony. Why do you insist on that specific day? I don't have time for your jealous games." I nodded silently. Yes, something needed to be changed. But it wasn't the ceremony date. It was him. I was going to accept someone else's mark instead.