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“You know, Natasha,” he started. “You don’t have to marry me. Really. But I can’t guarantee your safety as long as you’re a Whitmore. I can only protect you as my wife.” The silence settled again, our eyes locked on each other. “And this…” he continued. “is only until your father’s company is saved and his debts are paid—exactly as you wanted.” Natasha Whitmore enters a marriage of convenience with Tristan Castillo, a powerful man, to save her family’s failing company. Expecting a cold and ruthless man, she instead discovers someone complex, controlled, and unexpectedly protective. As their forced marriage unfolds, Natasha begins to question her assumptions about him and her own life, especially as hidden truths start to emerge and change everything she believed.

A security guard caught a snake in our apartment complex and delivered it straight to my door. I was just about to scream when floating comments cut in. [The male lead got dumped and turned back into his real form just to spy on his girlfriend, and he actually got caught? This is funny as hell!] [He got dumped, and his girlfriend hates him. He's probably gonna cry himself to sleep!] [Aww, poor little snake can't curl up on his girlfriend tonight.] The big black snake looked pitiful in the guard's hands. It secretly sized me up with its slit pupils. I tried holding out my hand, and the black snake stared in disbelief. Two seconds later, it obediently rubbed its head against my fingers.

He bought me for revenge. I stayed to protect our secret. ​Ten years ago, I broke Dante Valenti’s heart to save his life. I let him believe our child was gone and that I was the villain in our story. I became a ghost; he became a monster. ​Now, my father’s empire is ruined, and I am the currency used to fix it. Sold to the highest bidder, I expected a stranger. Instead, I got the man I’ve spent a decade mourning—now a ruthless Mafia Don with a heart of ice and a scar that mirrors the one on my soul. ​Dante didn't claim me for love. He wants me as his prisoner, his "trophy," and the target of his calculated cruelty. But as his dark games begin, I’m hiding a secret more dangerous than his wrath: our child is alive. ​If the monster finds out the truth, he won't just claim me. He’ll burn the whole world down to take what’s his.

Evelyn Rose never imagined her first taste of forbidden pleasure would come at a masquerade ball, hidden behind a mask and lost in the arms of a stranger. But one night with Sebastian Kane, a billionaire CEO, addict, and master of control, leaves her craving more than just his touch. Sebastian doesn’t do love. He does domination. Sex is his escape, his weapon, his addiction. And Evelyn? She’s a temptation he can’t resist, a flame he’s desperate to consume. Their chemistry would ignite a dangerous game of power, pleasure, and obsession. A scandal that could destroy them both. But even as the world tries to tear them apart, Sebastian and Evelyn can’t deny the raw, primal connection that binds them. Not until….. Warning: This book contains explicit scenes, morally complex characters, and a love story that will leave you in suspense.

On the day our company went public, my wife deliberately picked a fight. She accused me of dragging the company down and demanded that I hand over the R&D rights for our new product to her first love. Instead of getting angry, I actually laughed. I even gave up my position and sincerely told her, “R&D is exhausting. Why don’t I just let him be the chief instead?” Everyone around us was stunned. They thought I had finally snapped from the stress. However, no one knew the truth. The final material that made the product actually work was incredibly complex, and I was the only one who knew how to make it. Without me, the product they had spent a whole year developing turned out to be nothing but trash. My wife’s company would have to shoulder all the losses, along with a massive compensation payout on the way.

Content with his life as a small town postmaster, Alex Bentley never intended to become a hero, much less a media sensation, but fate had different plans. When unpublished author Rachel Clark walked into his lobby to pick up yet another rejection letter, the disappointment in her vibrant green eyes compelled him to do whatever he could to help her realize her dream. Even secretly edit her manuscript. Little did he know his one impetuous act would lead him through a complex maze of jealousy, blackmail and revenge. From deep within the splendor of the Catskill Mountains, to the majestic skyline of Manhattan, First Class Male delivers an intricate tale of a small town postmaster who triumphs over a ruthless District Attorney, a mysterious adversary, an unsympathetic public and finally his own heart.

I stumbled across an encrypted folder on my husband's phone, filled with photos of a little girl I'd never seen before. From newborn to first steps, sorted by month—two full years' worth. But the child in those photos wasn't our daughter. When I confronted him, he said she was a girl named Rosie from the children's home I sponsored. The director sent growth updates, and he'd been saving them for me. I never imagined that my warm, thoughtful husband would use my charity to spin a lie. Because every single photo was geotagged to the apartment complex next to his office. And the children's home was on the other side of the city. I didn't call him out right then. Because I wanted to know whose child she really was.

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter. Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain. "Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies." I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free. "You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged. Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head . "She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

BLURB  A sister who vanishes.   A wedding built on lies.   And a bride who never planned to fall in love. When Charlotte’s twin sister, Scarlett, disappears days before her high-profile wedding to billionaire Stefan Reimann, she leaves behind two things: letters and proof her pregnancy was fake.  Bound by blood and sacrifice, Charlotte steps into Scarlett’s shoes, sealing herself into a marriage contract and marrying the man they swore to destroy.  Stefan is haunted by the woman he lost and tormented by the one now living in his house.  But Charlotte is hiding more than a heart full of anger and vengeance, and can only fight attraction and desire for so long when she realizes Stefan isn't the villain she expected.  Torn between revenge and a love she never wanted, Charlotte must survive a world of betrayal, buried truths, and bonds meant to be broken. What was supposed to be a one-year contract spirals into something far more dangerous. In a world where vengeance wears a wedding ring, can love survive the truth?

The night my family’s rival gang stormed the mafia ball, I was taken as leverage. My boyfriend, Nolan, and my closest friend, Riven, stood only steps away. But they chose to shield my cousin, Anna, instead. I was being saved by a secret man hours later—bruised, shaken, and already forgotten. No one asked what had been done to me. Nolan only said, “Anna was scared. She needed us more.” Days later, Anna invited me to her birthday party. I went out of courtesy—only to watch her cast me as the villain of her story. Nolan and Luca stood by her, protecting her again. That night, I said yes to the marriage alliance my family had prepared years ago. When I left the city, Nolan finally texted—angry, wounded, offended. “You’re really leaving?" I replied with just one line. “You’re more than welcome to my wedding.”