The Devil's Ring

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet when a vengeful former employee threatens their lives, the fire between them sparks into an unexpected passion. In Camila, Luciano discovers not just a partner, but a reason to live again. Her pregnancy gives him hope, pushing him to seek treatment for his failing heart. But joy turns to heartbreak when Luciano’s bitter step-sister poisons their newborn son, shattering their world. Grief threatens to tear them apart, but through pain and healing, they learn that love is the strongest heartbeat of all. The Diablo’s Heartbeat is a sweeping tale of power, passion, and redemption proving that even the coldest heart can be revived by love.

She sold her soul for survival. Now she’s trapped in his inferno. I was supposed to serve drinks at an exclusive masquerade. I never planned to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But the man who bought me? He wasn’t wearing a mask. He was the mask. Lucian Devlin isn’t just any man. He’s dangerous, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. A billionaire with a taste for control and a past cloaked in darkness, Lucian didn’t want a woman, he wanted a possession. What Serena didn’t know was that the contract she signed bound her to him for thirty days. Thirty nights of submission, of twisted games and sinful pleasures. Thirty days of burning where escape is impossible and maybe, deep down, unwanted. Serena needs the money. Her family is drowning, the rent is due, bills are piling, her mother dying, her siblings thrown out of school and barely surviving. But staying means risking everything: her body, her sanity, and her heart. Lucian swore he'd never love again. That what he touches, he destroys. But the more he breaks her rules, the more she shatters his. And when obsession turns to something far more dangerous, walking away won’t be an option for either of them. He warned her: she’d beg before this was over. I swore I’d never be owned again. But there’s something about being his plaything that feels a lot like power. A dangerous love story where surrender feels like sin... and salvation. Rated 18+ | Explicit. Addictive. Emotionally brutal.

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. 🦪 Dora lost her father on her eighteenth birthday, and she swore to find his killer and end his life herself. Because of this, she signs a ‘fight till death’ deal with Umbra, a deadly secret organization her father worked with. A fight where only one of the two fighters would walk out of the ring alive. Dale Lazarus, a man secretly in love with his best friend’s daughter, killed his best friend in a fight. One of them had to die for the other one to live, and it was Dora’s father who didn’t walk out of the ring. Dora doesn’t know this: that Dale Lazarus, her father’s best friend, and also the man she’s shamelessly obsessed with, is the killer she’s after. She swore to his face that she was going to wipe her father’s killer off the planet, not knowing she was talking about him, and He trains her to kill her father’s killer, knowing he was training her to kill him. What happens when Dora realizes she signed a deal to kill the man she is obsessed with? ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.

“Don't worry, I am not the type that touches a woman without her consent” He said and then stood up and moved closer to me, he suddenly bent over catching me off guard. The smell of his strong masculine cologne hitting my nostrils and damn he smells so good. His mouth was almost touching my ear but no skin contact was made. “They beg me to touch them” His voice suddenly went dangerously low and it made me nervous and excited . Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. After running away from her abusive stepfather at the age of 15, Athena tries to get her life back together and forget about all the pains and trauma she endured at the hands of her stepfather but just when things started to look up for her, the universe fucks her in the face and her past comes back to haunt her. But what she thinks to be a nightmare happens to be a blessing in a really good disguise.

**WARNING 18+ "Now you are mine and mine only....You are my possession." For weeks upon weeks, Clara Henry has been locked away in her room day and night for the sake of hiding from a ruthless mafia boss who goes by the name 'Devil.' However, she sneaks out every night in search of someone to sweep away her worries in bed. One lucky night, she finds a guy who has it all...the looks...the charisma...the dominance. But the following day, Clara's house is invaded by a group of thugs, the leader surprisingly being the man who she slept with, as well as the man whom her father fears to the point where he resorts to hiding...And it so happens that he wants her in exchange for sparing the lives of her parents. But besides his strong sense of dominance and his ever-changing personality, there's also something very strange about him...he can smell things normal humans can't, his eyes changes colours every once in a while and he growls like that of an animal!!! What will happen when she finds out that he's not only a mafia boss, but also an Alpha!?

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

At the wedding, just as I was about to exchange rings with my fiancée, her conniving boyfriend intentionally pushed his son toward her. Right in front of everyone, the boy looked up with teary eyes and asked, "Mom, why are you marrying this man? Don't you want me and Dad anymore?" My fiancée, who never lied, smiled, took the child's hand, and said, "I was only pretending with this man earlier. Now I am going to marry your father." The banquet hall buzzed with whispers. Everyone expected me to get jealous and blow up. Instead, I said the child came first and calmly handed the ring to the boyfriend sitting below the stage. Seeing how cooperative I was, my fiancée grinned and promised she would give me a healthy baby boy someday as a thank you. However, she seemed to have forgotten that we had not officially tied the knot yet. Truth be told, I had no intention of ever doing so.

I'd been married to Joshua Merck for five years, but we still didn't have kids. To stay healthy, I took those pricey custom vitamins he ordered from overseas—never missed a dose. Then my cousin came back from studying abroad, took one look at the bottle, and was like, "That brand doesn't even make custom vitamins." I sent them to the hospital for testing. The lab report hit me like a truck—birth control pills. Powerful ones. Suddenly, all those mornings with Joshua hovering over me, acting so concerned while I took my "vitamins," made sense. The whole thing had been a lie. Five years of lies. Just as I was gearing up to confront him, my phone buzzed—a group chat notification. Shirley Hoare had tagged Joshua. [Honey, I had a prenatal checkup today, and the doctor said I'm carrying twins! Your family's about to get two grandchildren at once—excited?] My heart turned to ash. Everything clicked. Fine. We were done. I pulled out my phone and replied to my childhood sweetheart's message from three days ago: [After watching the northern lights, I still wanted to see penguins in Antarctica.]

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.

Tessa and Raymond’s marriage was never about love, it was convenience, appearances, and expectations. Raymond, with his conventional charm and striking handsomeness, was admired by everyone, but his heart was never fully hers. He had always been drawn to Danielle Green. He claimed she was just a friend, but Tessa knew better. Every secret outing, every hidden smile all carved wounds into Tessa’s heart, leaving her feeling invisible in her own marriage. The tipping point comes when Tessa stumbles upon a post online, a wave of public scolding aimed at her for supposedly breaking the home, for being the obstacle to Danielle. In a blaze of frustration and humiliation, she serves Raymond divorce papers. But instead of freeing her, Raymond refuses. He offers her silly, manipulative terms to meet him, seduces, and taunts her, proving he will never let her go easily. Fueled by a mix of rage and determination, Tessa begins to reclaim her power. She finds herself drawn into a complicated dynamic with Derek, Raymond’s best friend, a man with his own history of tension with Raymond and secret feelings for Tessa. The attention stirs something in her: attraction, validation, a hint of revenge. It ignites a spark Raymond cannot ignore. For Raymond, it is only the beginning. The thought of losing her shook him to the core. He begins to fight for her in ways he never has, even as his love twists into jealousy and obsession. When Raymond finally drops the mask, revealing the man beneath the arrogance, the man terrified of losing her, Tessa is forced to ask herself the question she swore she’d buried: Can love truly be reborn in the depth of hate, or is his devotion just another chain designed to keep her bound?