Twisted Story

The Billionaire Love From The Hill is a love story of redemption. After Phoebe's engagement to Jacob was called off, the man she had envisioned herself with for eternity, her life takes a dark turn. Phoebe has not only come to know disappointment like none other from Jacob’s betrayal, but also the desolation of her family because they have all left to escape their debts and she is alone with terrible financial obligations. It is only when Phoebe's heart-wrenching tragic flaw pushes her to her limits that an unexpected savior emerges who helps her seek and change the events that bring her to dangerous Jayden Dark. Cold and ruthless, Jayden is a powerful man troubled by his childhood memories. So when he meets Phoebe, who is somewhat unremarkable, he feels a strong physical attraction not to her certainly but to her capacity to cause desire something he had not felt for years. As for Phoebe herself, since she enters into the relationship with Jayden, quite a lot changes in her surroundings. Anger and strength in equal proportions are useful for the girl: from doggedly avoiding attempts on her life to constant conflicts with Jayden’s deceitful ex, Vanessa, who wishes to impose herself on him. However, it is not only the circumstances that prevent her from peace but also her heart, or her feelings for the person she knows she shouldn’t admire so much. However, when an earth-shattering revelation about Jayden’s history is bared, that is the moment when Phoebe becomes pitted against the wind. How will Phoebe and Jayden overcome the situation and embrace their love for each other? Find out the love story of Phoebe in this interesting romance novel.

Cory and Reece were childhood friends and playfully called themselves “Curry and Rice” until the different values of their families pulled them in different directions. Until Quinn Malley turns up at the business faculty of their college and a twisted bet unites them once again in a common goal – Quinn. Quinn has been in love with her step-brother, Antonio, from a young age and he has taught her everything she knows about love, relationships and sex. Being a notorious Italian Mafioso he is controlling, demanding, possessive and abusive, grooming Quinn from her teen years to be obedient to his needs. It takes Quinn meeting the two young charismatic men still known playfully around campus as Curry and Rice and their scandalous bet to be the first to bed her to make Quinn realize that Antonio never had any intention to love her only to destroy her in revenge for her real father’s murder of Antonio’s mother. As Cory and Reese fall for the enigmatic Quinn and find out the full story of her abuse they will band together to gain her freedom regardless of what Cory’s Police Commissioner father and Reese’s Irish Mob father have to say about it and plan to steal her away from the young Mafia Don – Antonio Ferrante – together. Quinn finds herself caught between; Mafia and Mob Criminals and the Law And most importantly sandwiched between Curry and Rice in this Double ML Romance.

Annie had been by Finn's side, taking care of him as a fake fiancée for her younger sister Sofia, in order to raise money for their mother's medical treatment. She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him, but she always cheered him on and stood by him sincerely. She had been with Finn during the dark years when he was blind, and bringing light into his life. However, she left when Finn could once again see clearly. Sofia pretended to be the one with Finn during his weakest moments and announced to the media that they would soon be getting married. Now that Finn can see again, will he recognize that Annie is the girl who always cared for him, or will he believe Sofia's lies and marry her afterward?

“Two weeks. That’s how long it took my husband to ruin everything.” Kennedie Peterson thought she had it all, married to her childhood sweetheart, fresh off a dreamy honeymoon, and ready to start a new chapter. But her fairytale crumbles when she walks in on her new husband tangled in the sheets with her best friend. Betrayal slices deeper than heartbreak, and suddenly, the life she thought was hers vanishes overnight. Humiliated and furious, Kennedie doesn’t fall apart, she plots revenge. Enter Desmond Knight is a ruthless billionaire, her late father’s former protégé, and a man who owes her family more than he’ll admit. Cold, calculating, and dangerously magnetic, Desmond offers her the perfect opportunity for payback. She’ll be his, at least on paper. A fake relationship, a strategic alliance... and maybe, just maybe, a way to take back her power. But revenge is a treacherous game. As Desmond pulls her deeper into his world, one filled with corporate warfare, family secrets, and seductive tension. Kennedie realizes she might have traded one dangerous man for another. Lines blur. Hearts race. And when everything starts to feel real, she’s left wondering: In a world built on lies, betrayal, and twisted loyalty... Is love just another illusion? Or the ultimate revenge?

My parents, Morris Lester and Andrea Smith, got a divorce. My younger brother, Ian Lester, goes with my mother, who marries into money, while I stay with my father, who has just gone bankrupt. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My mother remarries Mark Laurent, an abusive man, and her life spirals downward. My father, on the other hand, pulls himself together and builds a successful business from the ground up. Ian becomes green with jealousy. He pretends to be pitiful, begs me to take him shopping, and drives us straight into a car crash that kills us both. When I open my eyes again, we're back on the day our parents file a divorce. This time, Ian pipes up, "I want to stay with Dad and make a better life together!" I keep a straight face, but deep down, I'm over the moon. I, Ethan Lester, refuse to spend another lifetime living like a fugitive.

At the Mafia Alliance Academy, reputation is the only currency—and mine was bankrupt in a single morning. One planted file, one flawless performance, and a few crocodile tears from Elena Rossi, the “fragile” scholarship student, were all it took. Overnight, I fell from the heights of the elite to a pariah branded a cruel bully. The ultimate betrayal? My fiancé, Luca Valenti—the future Don who once swore to be my blade—stood by her side, looking at me with nothing but cold contempt. They called me cruel. Entitled. A rich girl bullying someone who had nothing. What they didn’t know was that I could hear the venom dripping from Elena’s mind. While she played the victim, her thoughts laughed—mocking the Academy’s stupidity, sneering at how easily she had Luca wrapped around her finger. I stayed silent… until the Truth System awakened. Now I can broadcast her twisted thoughts to anyone I choose. And without hesitation, I linked her mind to Luca’s. So while Elena clings to his arm, crying about her “shattered dreams,” Luca hears everything— her plans to destroy his family, her contempt for his protection, and her disgust at being touched by him. The girl he chose is already tearing his world apart.

The story is full of intensity . it's all about forced marriage, lies , blood , betrayal, revenge , rivalry, gunshots,death and love

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”