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For two years, he watched her. Now, he’ll take her. All Elara Vance wants is a simple life: work, and volunteer at the orphanage that was her only home. She is light, kindness, and hope unaware of the dark eyes tracing her every move. Kieran Thorne isn't a man; he's a king. The ruthless head of the Thorne Syndicate, he deals in blood and absolute control. When he sees Elara, he doesn't see a woman. He sees a possession. A light to balance his darkness. After two years of meticulous planning, he steals her from her world and delivers his decree: she will be his wife. Trapped in a gilded penthouse prison, Elara’s spirit is her last weapon. But Kieran’s obsession is a brutal education. His touch is both punishment and worship, his mantra a dark whisper: "You are mine." As Elara plots her escape, a more dangerous threat emerges. Vera Volkov, heiress to a rival syndicate and Kieran’s obsessively devoted would-be queen, sees Elara as a stain to be erased. She will burn down Kieran’s world to get rid of the competition. Caught between a captor who kills to keep her and a rival who will die to replace her, Elara must make a choice. Will she break under the weight of a love built on possession? Or will she learn to wield the thorns of his obsession… and become the queen of the very darkness that sought to own her?

Pria itu datang bukan untuk mencintai—tapi untuk menghancurkan. Namun, kenapa hatinya justru ikut runtuh bersama dengan sosok yang harusnya dia hancurkan? Alana Vance, seorang pengacara muda yang sedang berjuang menggapai puncak karier, tak menyangka bahwa satu malam impulsif di kelab malam akan mengubah hidupnya selamanya. Pria tampan yang membuatnya kehilangan kendali malam itu … ternyata adalah Arnold Blackwell, seorang pengacara ternama dan terkenal kejam dari perusahaan hukum raksasa tempatnya bekerja. Tanpa tahu apa-apa, Alana menerima tawaran eksklusif untuk bergabung langsung di bawah tangan dingin Arnold. Namun di balik tatapan dingin dan senyuman misterius itu, tersimpan rencana balas dendam yang telah Arnold susun selama bertahun-tahun. Segalanya menjadi rumit saat Alana—yang seharusnya hanya pion dalam permainan ini—menjadi wanita yang mencuri hati seorang Arnold Blacwell. Ketika rahasia kelam masa lalu mulai terungkap, dan cinta tak seharusnya tumbuh di antara dendam, Arnold harus memilih: menuntaskan balas dendam … atau kehilangan satu-satunya wanita yang membuatnya ingin hidup dengan cara yang berbeda. Kota London yang dingin dan penuh bayangan, cinta dan kebencian bertarung dalam permainan paling berbahaya yaitu perasaan.

Leo Vance's quiet life as a struggling artist is about to be irrevocably altered. When his mother, Eleanor, announces her engagement to a formidable multi-billionaire, Leo is thrust into the glittering, ruthless world of New York’s elite. Arthur Volkov is a man whose old money Russian empire is vast and feared, and his two identical twin sons, Dmitri and Ivan, are known to be just as dangerous. Weeks before this life-altering news, Leo had a single, unforgettable night with a mysterious stranger. The passion was undeniable, a raw, masculine intensity that left him shaken and ashamed, but he fled, convinced it was a one-time, sinful fantasy. Imagine his horror when he discovers his one-night stand isn't just a celebrity, he's Dmitri Volkov, the cold, calculating heir to Arthur's legacy. The forbidden attraction, further complicated by his own denial of his sexuality and the step-sibling proximity, is instantaneous and potent. But it's not just Dmitri who sees him; his identical twin, Ivan, charming, seductive, and equally possessive, also begins to stake his claim. Leo is terrified of the consequences, knowing that if his mother discovers their affair, it will ruin everything. He desperately wants to reject the life, the lust, and the two men who are dismantling his self-denial. He longs for an escape, but the Volkov twins are unwilling to let him go. They want him all to themselves, a shared obsession that traps him in a gilded cage.

"I died with the taste of jasmine and betrayal on my tongue. I woke up with a debt to a monster." Elara Vance was the perfect noble daughter—quiet, dutiful, and blind. She gave her heart to the charming Lord Caspian de Montfort and her trust to her "saintly" step-sister, Lyra. Her reward? A slow-acting poison in her tea and the sight of her husband prying the family signet ring from her cold, paralyzed finger. But death is not the end for those with a soul full of rage. In the misty aisles of the Shop of Lost Regrets, Elara meets the Archivist—a terrifying entity who offers her a second chance. The price? She must return to her sixteen-year-old self and complete a series of increasingly dangerous tasks. If she succeeds, she gets her revenge. If she fails, her heart stops forever. To survive her murderous family, Elara must secure the protection of the only man they fear: Kaelen Thorne, the "Monstrous Duke" of the North. She proposes a marriage of convenience—a cold, blood-bound contract built on secrets and strategy. As Elara and Kaelen journey to the frozen border, they enter a deadly game of cat and mouse. Between the Duke’s ancient curse, Caspian’s obsessive pursuit, and the Archivist’s mysterious demands, Elara must navigate a world where love is a weakness and information is the only currency. In this life, Elara is no longer a pawn. She is the player. And she will burn the kingdom to the ground to ensure her enemies never taste jasmine again.

His blood is still on my hands when he presses me to the wall. He's not kissing me yet, just his breath at my throat and his fingers tugging the waistband of my scrubs like he owns what’s under them. "I kill for you, doctor," he growls, voice thick with threat and worship. "The least you can do is stop pretending you don’t like it." I should run, instead, I tilt my chin—and dare him to try. Dr. Elena Vance never meant to save a mafia king. One moment, she’s leaving a trauma shift. The next, she’s elbow-deep in blood, patching up a man with a gun under his belt and death in his eyes. That man is Dante Volkov. Russia’s most wanted heir. New York’s rising Pakhan. And now? Elena’s captor. His offer is simple: Marry him or disappear forever. She bargains for three months.Three months to resist the Bratva’s crown prince. Three months to prove she’s no one’s possession. But Dante doesn’t play fair. He wages war with his hands, his mouth, his voice—claiming Elena in every room, every breath, every ruined rule. And as old enemies rise and family blood spills, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: Elena isn’t just married to the mob. She’s becoming one of them.

Three years ago, Elara Vance had a passionate whirlwind romance with Julian Sterling, a man she didn't know was the heir to a global empire. When she discovered his true identity and heard his cold views on family and "accidents," she realized she couldn't tell him she was pregnant. She vanished without a trace, moving to a small town to raise her son, Leo, alone. Now, Elara’s son needs an expensive surgery, and her only choice is to return to the city and take a high-paying job as an executive assistant. On her first day, she walks into the office and comes face-to-face with her new boss: Julian Sterling. Julian is bitter and demanding, convinced Elara left him for money. He vows to make her life difficult as "revenge" for leaving him, but the old chemistry between them is still explosive. The secret shatters when Julian shows up at Elara’s apartment unannounced and sees Leo—a boy who is the spitting image of himself. Furious at the deception, Julian sues for custody, leading to a "fake engagement" or a forced marriage to keep the child’s legitimacy intact for the Sterling shareholders. Through the forced proximity of living together, Julian discovers the true reason Elara fled, and Elara realizes that Julian has changed. They must protect Leo from Julian's corporate rivals while learning to trust each other again.

He was told her she was "broken." He’s the monster who’ll break anyone who touched her. Elena Vance is a high-achieving woman living a lie. To appease her husband Marcus’s fragile ego, she’s dimmed her light and accepted the label of the "frigid wife." When Marcus demands she see a sex therapist to "fix" her inadequacies, Elena expects more shame. Instead, she finds Dr. Jaxon “Doc” DeLuca—the lethal, leather-clad stranger she shared a volcanic, anonymous dance with nights before. Jaxon wears two masks: by day, he’s the city’s most elite therapist; by night, he’s the brutal Enforcer for the Iron Hearts MC. He sees through Marcus’s gaslighting instantly. Elena isn't broken, she’s a woman with deep, kinky desires her husband is too weak to handle. Professional boundaries shatter as Jaxon takes Elena on as a private client, awakening a fire that threatens to consume them both. But Jaxon has a secret, he’s using Elena to investigate Marcus’s ties to a rival syndicate. Between a marriage built on lies and a doctor with blood on his hands, Elena must decide, Is Jaxon her salvation, or is she just a pawn in a deadly MC war to come? Check out Tempted By Dr. Dangerous to find out what happens next.

After deciding to leave Azurea and follow Clara Miller to Northwood City, I was cast out by my parents. "That girl is an orphan–what can she possibly give you? If you choose a life of hardship now, you’ll spend the rest of your life suffering! Once you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back!" I left anyway. For five years, I watched Clara rise step by step, becoming one of Northwood City’s most respected psychologists. Just as she had promised, she gave me a home. As the New Year approached, I planned to take her back to Azurea to reconcile with my parents. However, just before boarding the plane, she abandoned me again–this time for a depressed patient threatening to take his own life. She let go of my hand, her eyes full of pain. "Julian Vance… he’s just like I used to be–alone, with no one to rely on. If I don’t go, he’ll jump. I’m sorry. Just this once. I’ll catch the next flight and meet you there." Then she turned and ran toward the exit without hesitation. I stood there, staring at the two plane tickets in my hand. She had saved everyone who needed redemption. Everyone… except me. Slowly, I tore up her ticket. Then I walked alone toward the security gate and turned off my phone. What Clara did not know was this: Some journeys home, once missed, are gone forever.

My mating ceremony with Alpha Kaelan Blackwood was supposed to happen today. He'd gone to claim the Luna's Crown for me—the final ritual before we would be bound forever. Instead, he walked into an ambush. He survived. Barely. But his wolf didn't survive. Whatever had come back from that attack wore Kaelan's face but doesn't know me. Doesn't recognize his fated mate. Instead, he looks at Seraphina like she's the one who matters. Dr. Theron Vance, our Pack Healer, gave me hope anyway. The pup I was carrying is Pureblood—a miracle, even between two Pureblood wolves. He said it might be enough to wake whatever wasleeping inside Kaelan. I was going to tell him tonight. Then I heard him talking to his Beta, Beckett. "You're really going through with this? Pretending your Wolf is gone just so a dying woman can play mother before she—" "Drop it. Elara's the only one I've ever loved." Kaelan's voice came low, steady. "This thing with Sera is just medical. A procedure. It means nothing. When it's over, Elara and I complete the mating ceremony. End of story." I didn't storm in. Didn't scream. Didn't cry. I just turned around and walked away. I don't want an Alpha's love if I'm never going to be his priority.

​Freya gave Logan three years of love, only to be repaid with coldness and a sister’s betrayal. Abusive family and a neglected fiancé, Freya realized it was time to be free. But when she tried to break the engagement, Logan refused to let go of his favorite puppet. For him, she was only a doormat, too weak to leave. With a pain of betrayal, Freya unknowingly fell into a stranger's arms, not realizing who he was. Aleric Vance, the man of ice, the tycoon of the business world, was back to take over his pack. Aleric doesn’t do mercy— he only deals in power at a lethal price. Yet, he was dangerously amused by Freya’s boldness. The things were a mess— a fierce trap and a shaky chain. Freya never expected her escape to lead her into the jaws of a man far more lethal than her ex. But with him, she was a whole new fierce woman. She’s the one holding all the cards. ​“Freya, come back to me! You know you only love me!” Logan begged; his voice cracked. Before Freya could even reply, she was swept back into Aleric’s cold, powerful embrace. She shivered as the Man of Ice leaned in, his lips brushing her ear while his predatory gaze pinned Logan down. “Your ex is claiming your heart, sweetheart. Correct him now, or I'll keep you pinned beneath me, begging for the floor— but I won’t let you touch it until you’ve forgotten his name entirely.”