Verdadera O Falsa Heredera

Eloping with a man she barely knew was one act Emerald lived to regret... Gerald is so cruel and cold towards her. It’s seemed too late to turn back now that she has two twins for Gerald Latino, a famous business icon. She is left with no choice than to runaway with the twins and back to her billionaire father. What happens when Gerald comes back for the twins and finds out the poor wretched girl he thought he had married is a billionaire in disguise?

…Moved by her plight, I made a firm decision. "I will help you," I said, looking into her eyes with sincerity. But it came with a condition, and I wanted her to be aware of it. There were always strings attached to this world. Her question lingered in the air. "What conditions?" Abebi asked, seeking clarity. I took a deep breath, "You will give me your body. You shall become my mistress." "I will think about it." She said as she sermons unbelievable courage and looks at me straight in the eye for the first time since our conversation. "I need to go now." "Where do you think you are going? Our deal starts now." I grabbed her hand, preventing her from further moving close to the door. "If you want to live, you better start undressing yourself," I ordered. I watched as he obediently obeyed my instructions… ******* {Strong female lead & originally mafia novel} In the gritty underworld of crime and desperation, a young girl named Abebi found herself trapped in a web of darkness. With her father's debts looming over her family, she had no choice but to step into the dangerous world of the mafia.

"What are they doing? Why have you brought me here? This can't be the heir's office, is it?" She questioned, tensed. "It is. If you want to get admitted, you have to do what they're doing." She said to her and Carly's eyes widened. "Holy Christ! I cover myself with the blood of Jesus! It's against my belief to commit such sin. I can't." She panicked, almost in tears. "Then forget about this school." The girl said and walked away. "No wait... Hey!" She called and made to rush to the door, but the girl already slammed the door on her face. She made to open it but stopped. She could feel the thousand eyes boring holes into her skin, so she slowly turned to see them all staring at her, but that wasn't her business. What bothered her the most was the guy's eyes which was lusting over her. He gestured her with a finger the moment their eyes locked. "Come and give me a blowjob newbie." Reed said huskily and Carly gulped down. "Wh-- what's that??" ***** Imagine being the sole heir to a prestigious institution like Silver Hill College, the most esteemed school in England, where both the affluent and talented students from all walks of life come to learn. Sounds impressive, right? But, unbeknownst to many, the school's heir, Reed Knight, has a peculiar way of doing things. His mantra? 'Get fuck by me, or forget your dreams of studying here.' What happens when Carly, a bright and ambitious student, decides to take a chance and apply to Silver Hill? Will she succumb to Reed's demands or stand her ground and risk losing her spot? And if she does become a student, will she become the target of Reed's obsession?

**Innocence is a mask** Camila has known loss all her life—first her parents, then her childhood friend, and now… maybe her peace of mind. Determined to honor her grandfather's dying wish, she walks into a world far more twisted than she imagined—a world where promises turn deadly and family ties are not what they seem. A powerful marriage alliance. A tragic birth. A betrayal that changes everything. When secrets long buried begin to resurface, Camila is forced to question those closest to her. Love, loyalty, and truth begin to blur. And just when she thinks she's found someone to trust, another shadow rises from her past. In a world where allies wear masks and enemies hold your hand, will Camila uncover the truth in time—or will she become part of the mystery?

Warning: This is a reverse harem series and contains explicit scenes throughout (including M/M). Book 1 Six years ago, I gave everything to the boy who set my world on fire… my heart, my body, my trust. The next day, he vanished without a word. Life hasn’t been kind since. I buried my parents the same week I brought my newborn son home. At eighteen, I became both a mother and a guardian to my teenage sister, and now I've discovered my husband is living a double life. My son, Jaxon, is angry and acting out so it's time for a fresh start. I never expected that fresh start to lead me to a sleepy mountain town hiding a secret… or back to him. Because this town borders a hidden pack of wolf shifters, and one of their alphas is the same boy who left me with more than just a broken heart. He left me with his son. Book 2 Poppy was never the quiet one. While her sister survived by holding everything together, Poppy survived by feeling everything out loud, until devastating truths and impossible revelations smothered the fire inside her with shadows she can’t explain. Whispers creep into her mind. Voices call her name in the dark. As Paige’s light rises, Poppy’s darkness answers. Thrown into a supernatural world she never asked for, Poppy finds herself surrounded by wolves who look at her like fate has already claimed her. Their pull is undeniable. Their attention suffocating, and the darkness inside her is growing harder to ignore. With threats closing in, Poppy must decide whether to keep running from what she’s becoming… or embrace the role destiny has given her. Light may have saved the world, but darkness decides how it ends.

O arquirrival do meu tio salvou minha vida duas vezes. Na primeira, foi no mar — um naufrágio, ondas violentas. Ele surgiu pilotando um jet ski e me tirou da morte certa. Na segunda, eu fui enganada. Puseram algo na minha bebida. Desesperada, dormi com o homem dez anos mais velho do que eu, o lendário herdeiro de Solmaré, Lourenço Monteblanco. Depois daquela noite intensa, o antigo mulherengo finalmente sossegou, e passou a ser só meu. Ele registrava, uma vez após a outra, meu corpo entregue ao desejo. Meu rosto queimava de vergonha, mas por dentro eu sorria — embriagada pela doçura de ser amada. Até que, do fim do corredor, vieram vozes soltas e sujas... — Lourenço, você tá se divertindo até demais, hein? — Aliás, imagina o Gilberto Marques sabendo que a sobrinha dele tá sendo comida há três anos pelo inimigo dele?

No dia do meu casamento, a melhor amiga de infância do meu noivo apareceu na cerimônia usando um vestido de noiva idêntico ao meu, feito sob medida. Eles estavam juntos na entrada, recebendo os convidados como se fossem os donos da festa. Sorri e comentei com leveza: — Vocês realmente nasceram um para o outro. Ela saiu às pressas, visivelmente envergonhada e furiosa. Já ele, diante de todos, me acusou de ser mesquinha e dramática. No fim da festa, ele foi com ela para o destino que tínhamos reservado para a nossa lua de mel. Não fiz escândalo. Apenas peguei o telefone e liguei para o advogado.

Lívia Pereira permanecia parada no meio da multidão, segurando com força duas pilhas de papéis. Uma era o laudo médico que diagnosticava déficit afetivo; a outra, um acordo de divórcio. Três horas antes, ao perceber que o sistema do hospital registrava seu estado civil como divorciada, ela havia ido pessoalmente ao cartório. A funcionária ergueu a cabeça: — Senhora, a senhora e Rodrigo Costa se divorciaram legalmente há três anos. A expressão de Lívia congelou: — Como assim? Há três anos nós tínhamos acabado de nos casar. A funcionária confirmou novamente, e o tom soou estranho: — Está correto. A data do divórcio foi exatamente sete segundos após o casamento.

A queridinha de infância do meu marido, a doce e intocável Carla, sofreu queimaduras com água fervente. E, como castigo pelo que ele acreditava que eu tinha feito... Ele me trancou viva dentro de uma câmara de vapor, pequena demais pra eu sequer me mexer. Aumentou o fogo ao máximo. — A dor que a Carla sentiu, você vai sentir mil vezes pior! — Ele gritou, com os olhos cheios de ódio. Presa naquele espaço sufocante, o ar ficou pesado, quase impossível de respirar. O calor queimava por dentro, como se estivesse me cozinhando viva. Eu chorava, implorava por piedade: — Eu vou morrer! Por favor, me tira daqui! Mas ele... Ele apenas segurou Carla nos braços e saiu sem olhar pra trás. — Fica tranquila. Você não vai morrer... Mas só assim vai entender o que ela passou. Meus gritos de desespero ecoavam abafados dentro da câmara. A água borbulhava sob meus pés, lançando respingos ferventes contra minha pele. A dor era insuportável. Minha voz foi sumindo... Engolida pelo calor. Enquanto isso, ele curtia uma viagem internacional com Carla, sorrindo como se nada tivesse acontecido. Uma semana depois, ao voltar, lembrou de mim como quem se lembra de uma encomenda esquecida: — Aquela vagabunda já deve ter aprendido a lição. Podem soltá-la. O que ele não sabia... É que dentro daquela câmara abafada, onde a água já tinha secado e o vapor cessado, o que restava de mim... Já estava sendo devorado por vermes.

Eu entrei num jogo de terror e, por causa da miopia pesada, não enxerguei nada direito. Acabei cuidando da menina sinistra de vestido ensanguentado como minha filha, tratando o Boss final como marido, e honrando as velhas entidades como meus pais. Na primeira vez que encontrei o Boss, agarrei os músculos do abdômen dele e suspirei: — Que corpo ótimo… Pena que só é meio baixinho. O Boss riu de raiva, encaixou a própria cabeça de volta no pescoço e rangeu os dentes: — Tenho 1,86m. Olha de novo agora.