Unscramble Quietly Novels & Stories

Years ago, I, Ella Marin, became the wife of Andrew Lorenzo, the underboss of the Lorenzo family. Sadly, my last three years were spent in prison after I caused a fatal car accident. I heard plenty of “good news” about my husband while I did my time. Andrew had officially taken over the Lorenzo family once the Don had stepped down. He then spent a fortune on a woman called Rose Gunfire and was rumored to have had a one-night stand with a rival. He was also seen acting intimately with Sophia, the Principessa of the Rossi family, and private photos of them kept appearing online. When the underboss came to warn me about Andrew, I remained calm. “The Don says that as long as you don’t cry or make a scene, you’ll still have a place in the Lorenzo family after your release.” I replied quietly, “So he has women on the side. I can handle that.” Three days before that, the church’s hospital had called to tell me that my mother was terminally ill. Since the Lorenzo family could help find a kidney donor, I agreed to a marriage in name only. All for my mother’s sake.

In the island nation of Aurelia, where power is inherited and reputation is currency, Lillian Bloom lives quietly as a florist in Florentis Quarter, far removed from the elite who rule the city’s glass towers. Her world changes when she is thrust into a contract marriage with Nathaniel Crosswell, the ruthless young CEO of Aurelia’s most powerful conglomerate. Their union is meant to be nothing more than strategy. Protection. Control. But as Lillian enters high society, her presence unsettles powerful families and draws the attention of a mysterious matriarch who knows more than she should. Fragments of a forgotten past begin to surface—memories of rain, shattered glass, and parents lost in a car crash that was never an accident. Lillian is not an outsider. She is a missing heir to one of Aurelia’s wealthiest families, hidden to protect her life and erased from history. When the truth emerges, her marriage to Nathaniel becomes a battleground, pulling them into a war fought through corporate power, legal intrigue, and public perception. As enemies close in and secrets unravel, a marriage born of obligation transforms into something dangerous to an empire built on fear: love chosen freely. This sweeping billionaire romance blends mystery, legacy, and slow-burn passion in a story about reclaiming identity, redefining power, and choosing love on one’s own terms.

For years, Novalyn Hart has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Rowan Oberon—the boy who once saved her, the man she quietly imagined a future with. Now he’s a brilliant doctor, and her feelings have only deepened. But when she finally gathers the courage to confess her heart, she’s already too late. Shattered and humiliated, she stumbles straight into Rowan’s older twin brother, Sebastian Oberon—a cocky, dangerous playboy with the same face but none of Rowan’s warmth. Sebastian doesn’t believe in love. He calls it a weakness, a pretty lie people cling to so they don’t break. He mocks her devotion to Rowan… and the pathetic way her heart still beats for a man who can’t love her back. But the more Novalyn and Sebastian are forced into each other’s lives, the more complicated everything becomes. Because Sebastian starts wanting what he shouldn’t. And Rowan realizing too late what he’s about to lose starts looking at Novalyn in a way he never has before. Soon, both brothers want her. Both are falling for her. And Novalyn is caught in the middle of a love that was never meant to be a triangle… until it became one.

My name is Regina Chavez. The first time Carter Gresham cheats, he falls to his knees before me, slapping himself in shame. The tenth time I catch him, he smiles and tries to comfort me. "Once I get my heart back on course, I'll come back to the family." The 20th time, his patience snaps. He yanks my hand away and throws a divorce agreement in my face. I tear the papers to shreds and spend the night destroying everything in the house. By the 30th time, Carter simply sends a signed divorce agreement. In a desperate bid to make him come back, I threaten to cut my wrists. But even as my blood pools across the floor, no one seems to care. When I wake up, his friends are gathered around me, telling me to get a divorce. "Haven't you already spent years building a life with Carter?" "He's already dealing with enough because of your depression. His seeing someone else isn't the end of the world. Do you really need to cry and threaten to kill yourself over it?" Without thinking twice, I find myself signing the divorce papers. The following day, I quietly schedule an abortion, keeping it a secret from everyone. I'm done waiting for Carter to come back.

Everyone watched Alpha Caelum Draven reject his fated mate at the Blood Moon ceremony. Everyone watched Seraphina Voss stand straight, speak the completion words without flinching, and walk out alone into the dark. They called her nothing. An Omega with no pack, no status, no future worth having. They assumed she would grieve quietly somewhere and disappear. She did not disappear. With one bag and a transfer form, Seraphina leaves Ironveil and everything in it behind. In Velmoor, far from the pack that discarded her, she begins to discover what she actually is. Not the lowest rank in a hierarchy built to contain her. Something older. Something rarer. Something the wolf world has not seen in generations. She is a primal. And the bond Caelum rejected is not dead. It is growing. It is changing into something neither of them has words for yet, something that cannot be rejected twice, and it is getting louder with every night he spends telling himself the decision was right. He chose his alliance over his wolf. He chose politics over gold in his own eyes. Now Seraphina is coming into everything she was always meant to be, and Caelum is beginning to understand that some decisions cannot be managed, reasoned through, or filed away. Some things you only get one chance to choose correctly from. He already used his.

In a brutal all-male cadet academy where discipline is law and weakness is quietly erased, obedience is not requested—it is engineered. Elias enters the institution for survival. Debt, obligation, and limited options leave him with one rule: endure. He believes discipline is a tool, something external he can master and leave behind once his training is complete. He is wrong. The academy does not simply train bodies—it reshapes awareness. Silence becomes instruction. Proximity becomes pressure. Choice erodes long before it is ever questioned. Elias draws the attention of Instructor Vale, a senior authority figure whose control relies not on punishment, but on restraint. Vale does not command often. He observes. He waits. He allows Elias to adjust himself—until obedience feels voluntary and resistance feels unnatural. As training intensifies, Elias finds himself isolated, refined, and increasingly dependent on the presence that once unsettled him. The line between discipline and desire begins to blur, forcing him to confront a dangerous question: is he being controlled, or is he choosing alignment? In a system designed to strip autonomy while calling it order, Elias must decide whether obedience is something done to him—or something he is willing to claim. Under Orders is a slow-burn psychological MM novel exploring power, conditioning, and the unsettling intimacy of control—where submission is not demanded, but learned.

Asher Martins has spent most of his life trying to become the version of himself everyone else wanted. At nineteen, he studies Engineering to satisfy his father, hides his passion for art from his family, and quietly endures a home where love always seems conditional. But everything begins to change the night he stops a stranger from jumping off a bridge. That stranger is Leonard Michaels. Cold, distant, and born into one of the most powerful billionaire families in the country, Leonard seems like someone completely out of Asher’s reach. Yet after a chance reunion at an art exhibition, the two are drawn into each other’s lives in ways neither of them expected. What begins as a series of accidental meetings slowly becomes something deeper. As Leonard and Asher grow closer, they find comfort in each other that they have never found anywhere else. But Leonard is hiding a devastating secret, one that makes him believe loving Asher is the cruelest thing he could ever do. With family expectations, betrayal, jealousy, and time itself working against them, the two are forced to decide whether love is worth holding onto, even when it is destined to end in heartbreak. Because sometimes, the person who makes you want to live is also the person you are going to lose.

At sixteen, Seraphina Thorne watched in silence as her father nearly beat to death the boy who loved her a servant’s son who dared to reach too high. Cast out into a raging storm, eighteen-year-old Elias disappeared that night him… along with her only chance at love. Ten years later, he returns as a ruthless billionaire. And this time, he owns everything. After quietly crushing the Thorne empire under a staggering 10-billion-dollar debt, Elias offers Seraphina one cruel choice: become his contracted surrogate… or watch her family fall. Trapped and humiliated, Seraphina endures his cold control until she discovers she’s carrying twins. But survival has a price. Threatened by his dangerous fiancée, Seraphina makes a devastating choice: she leaves her newborn daughter behind to fulfill the contract… and vanishes into the night with her hidden son. Years later, she returns as Madam S powerful, untouchable, and ready to destroy the man who once broke her. But revenge turns complicated when buried truths surface. Because Elias was never just her tormentor. He was the boy her family destroyed first. Now, with love, hatred, and two children caught between them… Who will break first?

For the eighteenth time, Samson brought home his new lover and enjoyed their intimacy right in front of me. Knowing he was doing this to get back at me, I just quietly picked up their scattered clothes. Five years ago, Samson was nearly killed in a kidnapping. Ignoring all his desperate pleas, I broke up with him and left the country. Five years later, he became the CEO of a major corporation and used his wealth to keep me at his side as his personal assistant. Every so often, he would bring home a different woman and flaunt their affection in front of me just to humiliate me. Samson never knew that I had saved him from those kidnappers five years ago—and that I was the one who couldn't let go of him. Things went on this way until he brought Judy back. My cousin, someone I had financially supported for years. When Judy proudly stroked her belly and told me she was pregnant with Samson’s baby, I just congratulated her calmly. Then, I turned and made a phone call. “Hello, about that Medical Support Project we discussed? I’ve decided—I’m ready to join.”

Louisa Forge didn’t choose this. She was handed over like a bargaining chip — marked by an Alpha she despises, installed in a pack house that doesn’t want her, bound to a man who locks her in her room and calls it mercy. Kaelen is everything a wolf shouldn’t be: cruel, reckless, and hungry for a power he hasn’t earned. But the pack house has another occupant. Julian — former Alpha, widower, a man who has been quietly starving himself to death since the loss of his mate — is supposed to be irrelevant. A ghost in the east wing. Instead he’s the one who checks on her in the night, who brings her sedatives for the pain, who laughs with her over terrible soup until the whole dining room forgets to be miserable. He’s also the one who tells her, very clearly, that what happened between them during her heat meant nothing. He’s lying. They both know it. Caught between a mate bond she never consented to and a connection she can’t name, Louisa is doing what she does best — surviving. She’s building alliances in quiet corners, winning loyalty one small kindness at a time, and carrying a secret that could burn everything to the ground. Because the heir Kaelen is so desperate to claim? It isn’t his.