Silk Braided

Keep your legs open, baby. That’s it… eyes on me.” One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third… God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And the truth is—I did. Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else. The night I got fired. The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend. The night I nearly ended it all. But I’d been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart. That man? He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin… and offered me something darker than a second chance. To be theirs. All three of theirs. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife. A plaything. A prize. A pet. Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don’t work. I don’t pay bills. I only exist to please them. And Daddy doesn’t like when I cry. He likes when I beg.

By day, Dominique Devereux is flawless—a socialite heiress in silk gloves and designer heels, the darling of New York’s elite. But by night, she becomes Domica, the legendary head dom of a secret online dominatrix lounge that caters to the world’s most powerful men—and humbles them. She controls her dual lives with cold precision… until Damien arrives. A mysterious, brooding transfer student with secrets of his own, he’s the one man she can’t seem to master. As their chemistry ignites and danger creeps in from all sides, Dominique must ask herself: can the woman who commands everyone... ever learn to surrender?

Cassian shattered her after one reckless night, leaving only memories and the echo of his touch. Now he wants her back into his world, to wear his name, and fight a war beside him. Three months ago, Aria Ravenwood walked in with pastries and dreams. She left with a broken heart, after finding the man she loved in bed with someone else, and not even with a woman. One betrayal. One party. One spiked drink that dragged her into the darkest night of her life… and into the arms of the cold, commanding and addictive Cassian Wolfe. They shared a single night; reckless, raw, unforgettable. By morning, he was gone. Now he’s back. Not with apologies, but a contract. One year. One marriage. No love. No lies. Only vengeance wrapped in silk and whispered promises. Aria says yes not for love, but for power. To reclaim what was stolen. To burn every bridge and make them all regret ever crossing her. But Cassian Wolfe isn’t just a weapon… he’s a storm. And every kiss, every touch, every look threatens to turn revenge into surrender. Because the real game isn’t survival. It’s learning how to win… When your heart is the first thing you’re willing to sacrifice.

'"Tell me what you want, Amara,” Zane said, voice like silk over fire. His lips were a whisper from mine. I could feel the tension in his body. The restraint. The raw, maddening awareness. He dragged a finger down my cheek. “To be touched? Or to be remembered?” I stared at him. “Neither. I just want you gone.” “You don’t mean that,” he said, leaning in just a fraction closer. “I do,” I lied. His breath fanned my lips. His nose grazed mine. I felt every inch of my body coil, traitorous and trembling. I wanted him to kiss me. But it would be wrong. He was engaged to someone else.' *** He is the bridegroom. She is the wedding planner. He doesn’t seem to remember her. Or so he says. Five years ago, wedding planner Amara Ibe was madly in love with her fiancé, Zane Blackwood. Until she exposed a massive corruption scandal that was tied to Zane’s father’s company, to which Zane was the primary heir. Her whistleblower tip destroyed Zane’s career, or so she thought. Now Zane is back, bigger and better than ever, and about to marry someone else in the wedding of the century. The catch? Amara has been hired to plan the wedding. And Zane doesn’t seem to remember her. Behind the luxury wedding, perfect vows and Zane’s strangely elusive fiancée, nothing is what it seems. Everyone has secrets, and Amara gradually realizes that everything the couple sells out to the public is a lie. And loving this man could destroy her… again.

"Have sex with me," Mustering all her courage, she said in a very desperate tone. It was not a request but it was more of a command. Emily Greyson, no boyfriend since birth, has never been dated, never been touched, and never been kissed. A certified virgin asking boldly to a superstar whom she held dearly in her heart. "You are not worthy of me!" Charles Adam exclaimed disgustingly. His cold eyes bore deeply into her. Despite his strong rejection, Emily held her chin high then her trembling hands started to undress herself in front of him. Emily was going to marry his brother but she didn’t love him. She would only do it for Charles because she loved him so much but he never loved her back. Charles had a woman he loved and he was going to marry her. Emily’s silk nightgown dropped on the floor leaving her body covered only with her white laced underwear. Charles’s cold eyes scanned her hourglass figure with flawless glossy skin. “Get out!” He roared. “No! I demand you to grant what I want! If you don’t agree then let’s forget the wedding!” Emily refuted. Suddenly, Charles walked forward exuding a very dangerous aura. Her body instantly shivered out of fear but she held her ground. “You are getting bolder, Emily. How dare you threaten me?” He suddenly scooped her like a bag of potatoes. When she thought, he was going to throw her outside, he tossed her to his bed.

She died with betrayal in her chest… and came back with vengeance in her veins. Vivian Emmanuella Davis thought death was the end until she woke up three years in the past, armed with nothing but a scar and the memory of the night that changed everything. This time, she's not the naive girl easily fooled by fake friends and a ruthless ex. She's fire wrapped in silk, ready to rewrite her fate. Xander Blake—enigmatic, powerful, and dangerously irresistible. One night. No names. No faces. No promises. Until fate brings them back together… not as strangers, but as boss and secretary. When Xander offers her a marriage contract with secrets of his own, the lines between business and desire blur. But in a world full of deception and second chances, Emma must decide: Is she falling for the man… or the trap?

In the ruthless mafia world, loyalty is everything...until it isn't. Sophia Moretti has lived her entire life as the obedient daughter, hiding a sharp mind and a rebellious heart. But when her father's disloyalty puts their family in danger, Sophia is forced to make a sacrifice: marry "The Devil" the most feared man in New York's underworld. Dante Romano also known as "The Devil"—has built his empire on revenge and power. When the man who puts him through hell comes to him for help, he demands his daughter. Dante expects a submissive bitch, a pawn but Sophia is his undoing, his lesson straight from hell. She is fire wrapped in silk and Dante soon realized that taming her might cost him his revenge. But in a city full of rat and snakes, Dante is the one person she can trust when alliances are bought and enemies surface. Their forced marriage turns into a partnership of shared secrets and unquestionable desire. Still, betrayal runs deep in the mafia, can they trust each other enough to survive the betrayal that threatens to tear them apart?

When Isla’s family is brutally wiped out one night, she’s left with nothing but blood on her hands and a whispered name: Lorenzo. He’s known in the underworld for being ruthless, cunning, and untouchable, but instead of hating him, Isla runs straight into his arms. Lorenzo takes her in, feeds her lies, and wraps her up in silk chains. He claims nothing and promises less, but he becomes everything to her, just how he wants it. The deeper Isla falls into his world, the more she questions what’s real – her rage, her grief, or the twisted attraction between them. “You can run, Isla,” Lorenzo tells her, brushing her hair from her face. “But the world won’t love you like I do.”

“Marry him, or your brother dies.” To protect the only family she has left, Elena Russo agrees to marry Dante Moretti—New York’s most feared mafia heir. Cold. Controlled. Lethal. He offers her no love, no choice, and no freedom. Only a diamond ring and a cage with silk sheets. But from the moment she steps into his estate, she learns the rules don’t matter—because Dante doesn’t follow them. He doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t even look at her. Until he does. And when he does… it’s to remind her who owns her. She was supposed to hate him. She wasn’t supposed to want the man who watches her from behind glass. Who whispers commands through locked doors. Who punishes with silence—and rewards with ruin. In this house, obedience is survival. But what happens when the bride stops playing by the rules?

In her right state of mind, she would never have even been in a strangers car more less kissing him deeply at the backseat, but she wasn't in her right state of mind. Jeff's hand came down her face, to her neck, he held her waist gently and she let out a soft moan. She had nothing on but a silk gown that had thin straps. “Sir, ma'm we're here" Walter said out loud. They hadn't noticed the car had stopped some minutes ago. Emily's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly sat upright, and picked her purse and heels. …. They had a misunderstanding when they met, an intimate moment the second time they met. All a big misunderstanding and they swore to never cross paths again. Little did Emily know Jeff was her new boss and the first son of Frank Aston, Billionaire and Head of Aston corporations. Third time’s the charm, but not for these two who knew they had fallen for each other but couldn’t be together.