Stolen Heir Sophie Lark

When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers. Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..." I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot. "Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!" I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago. The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir. The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory. So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours." Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on. This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.

Elena Rosewood agreed to marry Edward Ashford to save her family from ruin. For two long years, she endured a cold, loveless marriage and the constant scorn of the Ashford family—all for a love she was carrying alone. But everything changed the night Edward gave her a devastating ultimatum. Divorce him… or sleep with another man to give him an heir. With her mother’s medical expenses entirely funded by the Ashfords, Elena has no choice but to agree. Yet what was supposed to be her final sacrifice becomes the beginning of an even greater downfall… when the man Edward sends to her bed turns out to be Cedric Ashford—his own adopted younger brother.

After knowing that her boyfriend cheated on her, Beatrice received an offer to be a substitute model for a mother-son advertisement. There she worked with Caleb and she didn’t know how much that child would change her life. Having all her future plans collapsed after the breakup, Beatrice was at a loss. And just like a twist of fate, Callum, Caleb’s father came into the picture. Because his son wanted Beatrice as his mother, he made a deal with her—a contractual marriage – but her role was only to be Caleb’s stepmother. Could she keep her role as a stepmother even when she started developing feelings for Callum?

"Alpha...please, I-I can't do this.." Her voice stutters when he touches her core and spreads her legs even wider. "I'm the Alpha. You can't say no to me," Carlo whispered as he gave her delicate ears a bite and guided himself into her. Her scream was muffled when he locked her lips in a lustful kiss. *** After finding out she was pregnant with Alpha King, Carlo Donovan's baby from the mighty Blackthorn pack, Catrina Marine insisted on seeking his responsibility, but no one believed her. Humiliated and then banished, she endured miserable days with no one by her side. After four years of healing from all the hurt and trauma, Catrina is now determined to assert her rights and seek revenge for the pain she went through. Carlo never expected her to make a comeback—the little omega who had consumed his thoughts for the past four years—and now she returns for his ruin!

The room reeked of spilled champagne and poor decisions. Siena Blake blinked against the harsh morning light slicing through velvet curtains, her body aching in places she didn’t want to think about. She wasn’t in her bed. She wasn’t even in her house. And the man lying beside her—a stranger with a dangerously perfect face—was the proof. It was supposed to be her bachelorette party. One night of wild abandon with her friends before tying the knot with the man she’d loved since childhood. Instead, she had woken up in the arms of someone else, with no memory of how she got there. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst came later—when she found police outside her house, her father being dragged away in handcuffs, and her fiancé, Zane, sending her a venom-laced message: “You’re a whore, Siena. Return the ring or I’ll leak the footage.” Within hours, her life was in ruins. Her family disgraced. Her heart shattered. And the man from that night? Lucian Voss—the most feared CEO in the country—stood behind it all, either by fate or by design. What started as an accident would become her obsession. Because five years later, she’s coming back… With a secret child. A mission for revenge. And a dangerous deal with the devil who unknowingly fathered her baby.

The night Ari Medina opens her door to a trembling nineteen‑year‑old— “Can I hug you, sister?”—her life splits in two. By morning, she’s guarding a secret brother tied to her father’s past—and colliding with Luca Vale, the cold billionaire who crushed her in the boardroom. One truce becomes one reckless night. One test turns positive. Ari can fight Luca at work. She can protect her brother from hungry headlines. But can she hide their child from the one man powerful enough to take everything…including her heart?

She was the perfect mafia wife until her husband demanded an open marriage like it was another business deal. He expected her to break Instead, she reached for revenge by committing the ultimate sin in their world, she chooses her own desire. One night. One call boy. One sin she thought she could bury. But the man she paid wasn’t a call boy at all he was Cassian Moretti, the most dangerous Mafia Don in the city… and her husband’s worst enemy. Their night together should’ve ruined her Instead, it awakened something feral. Weeks later, a missed cycle exposes the truth and Cassian finds her again, cornering her with a smile sharp enough to cut wind. “A call boy, huh? Sweetheart… you bought the wrong man.” Now she’s trapped between a husband who wants control and a ruthless Don who wants obsession. Forbidden. Explosive. Unhinged. Some affairs start wars. This one may end a marriage… and ignite a bloodline.

A prophecy. A pregnancy. A war five hundred years in the making. Annie has been celibate, but somehow, she got pregnant. She has no idea how she got pregnant. Before she can process the miracle growing inside her, a stranger appears in the rain with an umbrella and a confession: "I'm the father of your child." His name is Killian Zerok. He is the most feared and ruthless Alpha of his time. He doesn't ask permission—he takes what's his. And according to him, Annie and the miracle child she's carrying belong to him. He's the last person Annie should be involved with, but for some reason, she can't seem to escape him. Annie's baby is going to end the world. That's what the witches said. What the werewolves believed. What the five-hundred-year-old immortal who'd been pulling the strings of her entire bloodline had planned. But prophecies don't account for one thing: a mother's love. Torn between the Alpha who swears he'll protect her and the monster who claims he created her, Annie must navigate betrayal, sacrifice, love, and a romance so fierce it defies destiny itself. But the closer Annie gets to them, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because some people want her baby dead. Some want to exploit her baby's powers. As the chaos unravelled, Annie's hidden powers suddenly awakened, and she's done playing by their rules. Let the world burn. She's saving her baby. NOTE; This is a dark romance novel with explicit, graphic, and steamy contents.

After two years of marriage,Eric Ferguson was kicked out,after his wife,Nicole Shawn found a better man,who suit her status. Even though he had spent the last two years,donating blood to save his mother inlaw’s life,his efforts were not appreciated. Instead,everyone cursed and hauled insults at him. After the divorce,Nicole made sure that Eric wouldn’t be able to get a job no matter how hard he tried. However,his life took a drastic change when his long lost parents found him.

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, the groom's name was swapped out. The woman my boyfriend was now promised to—the pampered mafia princess nestled in his arms—looked at me with a triumphant smile. "Isn't it perfect?" she sneered. "A fraud of a bride for a fake heir. What a match." I ignored her and turned to the man I loved. This was the man who endured three days of brutal punishment just for the right to marry me, when the Rossi family first acknowledged him as their true heir. Now, he just nodded along with her. "Don't be so dramatic. It's a joke. You're not actually mad, are you? It's just a piece of paper. Once Sienna's had her fun, you two get a divorce, and then it'll be our turn. I promise." I smiled. Then I turned and walked straight to the so-called "fake" heir. "The marriage license is filed, honey," I said. "Let's go plan our real wedding."