Shinjiro Social Link

Since childhood, Natasha Diaz and Liam Cameron were destined to be husband and wife. Their grandfathers were best friends despite their differing social statuses. Natasha's grandfather is an ordinary citizen, while Liam's grandfather came from a wealthy and influential family. Because of their friendship, the two grandfathers decided to arrange a marriage between their grandchildren. After marrying Liam, Natasha entered a wealthy family, but that was not what she truly wanted. She had always had a crush on him. However, Liam was not the type to accept an arranged marriage easily. He viewed Natasha as an ambitious woman seeking his status. Ultimately, Liam felt he had no choice but to marry Natasha for the sake of his dying grandfather. Natasha finally got what she had always wanted, and she was very happy, even though Liam's condition was to end their marriage after two years. Will Natasha be able to make Liam love her the way she loves him before their contract marriage comes to an end?

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.

By chance, I stumbled across a trending post from our company's finance department while scrolling through social media. "That idiot in Sales. I just wanted to put my bar receipt under his name for reimbursement and he refused! If he won't let me claim it, then no one gets reimbursed! This time I'll make sure he learns what happens when you offend Finance!" The comments section was full of complaints and criticism, but the original poster didn't seem bothered in the slightest. The tone was arrogant, almost smug. "What's there to be scared of? Finance is the lifeline of any company! Would the boss really risk offending the backbone of the company over some replaceable sales guy? No way that's ever happening!" I stared at the all-too-familiar face in the profile picture and let out a silent, cold laugh. Blocking my reimbursement? Fine. This time, I'd like to see for myself what would actually happen if I mess with Finance.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

[Book 1 — From the Mafia Dark Romance MINE series] He lowered his head, his pupils burning like molten fire. “Maybe you think you can escape from me… but you can’t,” he whispered, his voice brushing her ear like a dangerous promise. Her breath caught—because deep down, she knew he was right. He was her warmth. She was his peace. But peace was never meant to last in a world like theirs. --- ZAFIRA Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, rebuilt her life far from the wreckage of her marriage and betrayals that nearly broke her. But fate has a cruel way of circling back. One night changes everything—when she collides with AZRAEL Sartori, the enigmatic and ruthless Italian Mafia boss whose very presence feels like sin wrapped in silk. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Zafira finds herself in a game where every move is life or death, and every kiss feels like both salvation and ruin. But Azrael isn’t just power and shadows—he holds secrets that link Zafira to a darker, older truth. A truth that could destroy them both. One moment she’s rebuilding her life, the next she’s trapped in his world—a world of whispered threats, burning gazes, and a kiss that feels like a promise and a warning all at once. But Azrael doesn’t take no for an answer… and every time she tries to run, he pulls her deeper into his dangerous game of shadows, secrets, and desire sharp enough to cut. Now she’s caught between a love that feels like salvation… and a man who might be the weapon that destroys her. When your heart belongs to the devil, can you still choose your own fate? Perfect for Mafia Dark romance lovers who crave a blend of danger, desire, and the supernatural.

I had just gotten hospitalization prior to my operation when my wife told me she was going on an urgent business trip, leaving me and our one-year-old daughter behind. Two days later, her childhood sweetheart proudly posted a family photo on social media with a caption that said: “Took a picture of our happy family of three on our trip!” I looked at my wife who was smiling tenderly in the picture and commented, “?” My wife immediately called and berated me, “He's a single father who doesn’t have a wife to help take care of his child! All I did was take a picture with them, what are you being so defensive about?” That same evening, her childhood sweetheart posted a picture of a million-dollar dowry given to him with the caption: “After we took the picture, she insisted on giving me this as a dowry.” I knew my wife gave it to him to appease him. But this time, I was going to leave her for good.

Out of the blue, I get a call from the Department of Labor. The officer tells me they received a complaint, accusing me of gender discrimination. Apparently, my treatment of the male and female employees is extremely unequal. I'm left feeling utterly bewildered. Out of compassion for my employees, I give the female employees paid leave during their periods and pregnancy. I also give the male employees the benefit of a family support allowance. I've never discriminated against anyone because of their gender, and neither have I ever mistreated any of the employees. But then, I proceed to see the social media post that has gone viral. "A certain company gives male employees an additional allowance of a thousand dollars a month! Male and female employees are given different treatment!" Having caught on right away, I call a staff meeting and announce, "All of the company benefits have been canceled. You will only receive the basic benefits listed in your employment contract." Everyone goes up in arms.

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…

When I got off the plane, a notification popped up on my phone. It was an announcement of my wife's wedding to her lover on social media. I rushed to the company, but I was stopped by the HR director at the elevator. "You are fired. Our company doesn't need freeloaders like you." I was utterly confused. Wasn't this my own company? "Is this a direct order from Claire Luna?" I inquired. "Haha, you are just a nobody in the company. Why would our president Ms. Luna bother with you?" "This is Mr. White's order!" I laughed in disbelief. Since when did Evan White speak for my wife? "Where are they?" I asked the HR director. "They are finally having their wedding on the top floor of the banquet hall. You need to leave now as the top floor is only accessible to the executives." Upon hearing that, I pushed the HR director away. I immediately pulled out my identification card and tapped it on the access scanner. "Beep. Highest authorization confirmed. Welcome back."

Sequel to Alpha Braddock - Book 2 I stand here frozen as thoughts run through my mind, it’s taken my parents years to track down the head of to the pedophile ring and now the top 3 suspects stand in front of me. All there leads led to 3 packs to this very lucrative pup abduction ring, selling them to the highest bidder to do with whatever they want. My mother’s body adorns the scars of this sick and twisted world, each scar shows her strength and resilience. My wolf whimpers in my head, “but he’s, our mate.” Coming up with a business venture to secure a link to all three, to keep them under closer watch will hopefully get us closer to end this world of his. Finding out now that one is my fated mate, yea I didn't see that coming and I won't allow it to sway me, the cost is too great. Not allowing the bond to snap into place and keeping myself focused isn't an easy task, but one I am determined to achieve, at least the first meeting went well. Yea, it was short lived, when I turn to quickly and our bond snaps into place the next day. He also has a chosen future Luna, which he has no intentions of breaking it off with. My anger and determination rise, knowing he wants both his chosen and his fated. I won't allow this, not for Alpha Abigail Westfield, firstborn and Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack a direct descendant of the DeLuca family with more gifts than my own mother. Can I keep from succumbing to this fated bond? Can I reject him? Will he keep his chosen and reject me? If he's not involved, will he forgive my attempts to destroy our bond?