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“Touch me again, and I swear I’ll kiss you just to ruin you.” He was supposed to guard me—not make me feel like burning. After a near-fatal poisoning, mafia heir Renzo D’Amico wakes up trapped in a countryside safehouse under the watch of a mute, brooding bodyguard with a face carved from stone and eyes that never look away. Bram Hale doesn’t speak. He doesn’t smile. And he definitely doesn’t care—until he does. Renzo’s used to playing with fire, but Bram? He is the fire. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. They clash. They burn. And somewhere between survival, secrets, and stolen glances… a line gets crossed. But someone still wants Renzo dead. And this time, his heart might not survive the fallout.

Hunter is no ordinary bodyguard. He’s an underboss in one of the most feared mafia families. Protecting Rebecca was never part of the plan. Infiltrating her mansion, getting close enough to strike… that was his mission. Rebecca thinks he’s just a gruff shadow hired to watch over her. But every smirk, every heated glance hides the truth: she isn’t just under his protection, she is his target. Duty demands he use her. Desire makes him want her. And when the lines blur, Hunter finds himself caught between loyalty to the family and a dangerous obsession he can’t control. In a world ruled by power, money, and betrayal, Hunter must decide: will he complete the mission… or sacrifice it all for the woman who was never meant to matter?

When a hurricane comes, my husband, the leader of a rescue team, takes away everything we've stored at home so he can save his true love. I plead, "Leave some for me. I'm pregnant." He shakes me off. "How can you be so evil? The windows at Lottie's home have already been blown away. Don't tell me you're going to sit by and watch her die! She's not like you—you're not afraid of everything. The hurricane will be over soon, so you won't need any of this stuff." After that, he leaves without another look back. What he doesn't know is that there's also a crack in our home's windows.

On the eve of our wedding, Trevin Hoffman's childhood sweetheart, a mercenary who had vanished for five years, was struck by a deadly love spell during a mission. When her teammates dragged her back to him, she was covered in blood, barely clinging to life. Trevin, usually calm and composed, lost control. Ignoring my protests, he locked himself in with her for the entire night. I sat outside that door, sleepless until dawn. The next morning, when I demanded an explanation in hysteria, he shielded her with his body and snapped, his mask completely gone. "I couldn't just watch Wren die. One wild night before marriage, what's so wrong with that?" At that moment, I was disillusioned. My love for him vanished in an instant.

All her life, Catori Murdock was told what to do. How to act, how to speak and who to marry. But she never listens to the words of her mother, knowing that she is just backwards and stuck in the olden days. Where she thinks all a female is good for is to get married and take care of her family. Catori knew she had her own destiny, she just didn't know what it was yet. That was until she decides to become a nun and learnt some daunting information about the small one horse, snowy town she lives in. Dragons are real, she is one of them and her mate lives in the very mountains the chef tells everyone to stay away from. Will Catori be able to be with her mate? Or will she be forced to watch his execution?

Mercedes 'Coochie' Gomez is THE stripper to watch at Tequila; a famous nightlife spot in the heart of Los Angeles. She seemingly has it all - a voluptuous body, a pretty face and the favor of the wealthy club goers. But, what no one knows is that Mercedes is a choiceless slave, tied for life to Aleksandr Matiç, owner of Tequila and Russian Mob boss, as collateral for a debt her late parents couldn't repay. Now, though, she has caught the eye of another Mafia Don, Fabrizio Colpani. Torn between Aleksandr, the ruthless creditor who wants her for a wife and Fabrizio, the pervert who sees her as an object of entertainment, Mercedes chooses freedom and love with Giovanni, Fabrizio's son. But, this decision opens her and her lover up to many tricky, dicey and dangerous situations, amidst the fierce determination of Aleksandr and Fabrizio to have her at any cost.

On Christmas Eve, while her husband takes their son to watch fireworks with his first love, Justine Payne finally makes up her mind—she's getting a divorce. They've been married for five years. To everyone else, she's the lucky woman with the perfect life. She has a devoted husband and a smart, adorable son. But only she knows the truth—her husband has never let go of his first love. Even worse, the child she nearly died giving birth to can't wait to replace her with someone else. So, Justine decides to set them both free—a husband whose heart doesn't truly belong to her and a son who can't wait to replace her. She refuses to keep holding on to love that isn't returned.

My husband, Colton Skye, is away on a business trip for two months. When he returns, he and his true love appear at the arrival hall together. I notice the slight swell of her stomach and am about to ask about it when Colton scornfully pushes me away. "Don't touch Darlene with your dirty hands—she's pregnant. I'll kill you if she falls sick!" Then, he gently holds Darlene Williams' hand. "You must be tired. Let's head home." He doesn't even spare me a glance as he leaves with Darlene in tow. I silently rub the spot where he shoved me as I watch them leave. Then, I contact a divorce lawyer. It looks like this ten-year marriage has ultimately come to an end.

John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday. I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight. All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger. That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities. It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard. "Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"

At a company party, Taylor Kennedy plays a game of mouth-to-mouth cookie biting with his female assistant as everyone watches. I blend into the crowd and laugh along. The room instantly falls silent. The assistant bursts into tears and plays the victim. Taylor lets go of her, turns to me, and coldly scolds me in front of the entire company. He berates me for not knowing how to read the room and being a buzzkill. Then, without hesitation, he wraps his arm around the assistant and kisses her deeply as I watch. If this were before, I would've stormed over in a rage and ripped them apart. Then, I would've humiliated her in front of everyone, not caring whose pride I trampled. But now, I feel nothing. Not even as I watch them kiss. Not even though today marks my ten-year anniversary with Taylor.