Rigid Fork

# Lost in Madness In the gilded halls of high society, where bloodlines matter more than hearts, Dabe has always lived in the shadow of her wealthy cousin Sally. Raised together like sisters, their bond seems unbreakable—until love tears it apart. Sally Williams-Hartwell has been groomed since childhood for one purpose: to marry Andrew Williams and strengthen the alliance between two powerful families. She's loved him from afar for years, dreaming of their destined union. But fate has other plans. When Andrew meets Dabe in high school, their connection is instant and electric. What begins as stolen glances becomes a passionate secret affair that spans years. Dabe knows she's betraying everything—her family's trust, her cousin's dreams, and the rigid social order that governs their world. Yet she cannot resist the pull of a love that feels more real than anything she's ever known. As graduation approaches and family pressure mounts, Andrew faces an impossible choice. Bound by duty and family honor, he must marry Sally despite his heart belonging entirely to Dabe. On Sally's wedding day, Dabe stands as maid of honor, watching the man she loves pledge himself to her dearest friend. The ceremony is perfect, the families satisfied, the alliance secured. But as Andrew slips the ring onto Sally's finger, something fractures inside Dabe's carefully constructed world. In the aftermath of the wedding, as Sally begins her new life as Mrs. Williams,.The weight of her secret, the agony of watching Andrew with Sally, and the guilt of her deception begin to consume Dabe. In a society where duty trumps desire and appearances matter more than truth, how far will she go to claim what she believes is rightfully hers?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

Mila Russetti’s life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family for the first time in her life. At age of four, she had been adopted into the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA_The Hayden family. Behind the steel gates and the locked doors, she was a prisoner, the calm and obedient daughter. By a single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens. Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor. After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit. She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage. Will she give up to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire? How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present? Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray men to their knees—begging and regretting—are the women they worship? A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story is waiting for you. **** When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, “I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you, he wasn't one of Hayden's enemies.”

The wild Garvey clan is back. Jodi Garvey and Matt Kirby finally tie the knot. A lost love returns to Gabriella Garvey, but will she be smart enough to hold on to it this time? Jackie has grabbed the attention of a particular deputy who she despises. The deputy is not discouraged and goes to romantic and amusing lengths to make Jackie his. He wants to learn every inch of her body and all of her secrets. Yet, he finds out more than he wants to know. How will he handle it? In the meantime, Patty can no longer hide her feelings for a man who is a true playboy in his heart. Will she go for it or walk away crushed? And we find out what happens after happily ever after begins as a long, lost Garvey returns for his birthright. ******** He knew the contest hadn't started yet, but Jackie had to be the hottest woman in the room. Her long legs and hips were magnificent. Jackie's voice was like velvet on the mic. He continued to gawk at her. Dalton!” Goldman yelled. Nick snapped out of the haze he was in.“What?” Goldman smirked. "Close your mouth.” He frowned. "Not bad for - what did you call her? A rigid anal repressive,” Goldman teased. Nick didn't know what to say. "You may as well shake that bulge off. You said yourself, she hates you. You're not getting any from her." Nick felt an excitement that he hadn't felt in over a year. It would happen when he would see a woman he liked, especially when she was a challenge. He smirked and leaned over to Goldman and stared him straight in the eye. "Where there's a will there's a way, old friend. And I just found my muse.”

At the Thorn Pack banquet, Jacob Mason carefully cut the steak on my plate. His gentlemanly demeanor and meticulous attention to detail drew envious glances from those around us. "Our Alpha is so good to our Luna," a voice murmured from across the table. "You won’t find a more devoted mate in all of Southspire." I glanced at Jacob, a sweet warmth unfurled in my chest. I silently tightened my grip around the Moonstone Ring—a ring my father had left me, the symbol of power in the Lotus Pack. I had planned to give it to Jacob when the banquet ended, when we were alone. But as the evening wore on, the noise and the clinking of glasses became too much to bear. I feigned a slight dizziness, excusing myself to return to our castle ahead of him. In truth, I needed the time to prepare a surprise—something special to commemorate this night. When everything was set, I silently slipped back into the banquet hall, ready to take Jacob by the hand and whisk him away. But as I arrived, I stopped dead in my tracks. There he was, holding Hazel Rhea tightly in his arms. "Chloe is so rigid," he said. "Always clinging to the dignity of being the Lotus Pack Alpha's daughter. How could she ever compare to Hazel's passion?" "Don't worry," he added, his tone light with mock reassurance. "Hazel and I are just friends. Chloe won't feel betrayed." He laughed softly. "But don't tell her, alright? She's so old-fashioned—if she found out, she'd leave me for sure. Honestly, the thought of spending the rest of my life with such a dull partner… It's exhausting." Just friends? Is that what he called the way his hand slid beneath her dress—being "just friends"? I didn't interrupt them. There was no need to disturb their lively conversation. Instead, I slid the Moonstone Ring onto my finger. Without a word, I turned and left. In the quiet of the night, Xavier Grey—who had been following me all along—waited. Together, we set off on the journey I should have taken long ago.