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Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé de la mafia, Ryder Conti, a fait poster ses hommes devant l'église pour m'en interdire l'entrée. À la place, c'est lui qui a remonté l'allée, une autre femme accrochée à son bras. Il m'a adressé un haussement d'épaules à travers les lourdes grilles de fer. « Emilia, les Conti ont besoin d'un héritier, et Carmela Rossi porte un enfant. » « Une fois que j'aurai utilisé l'influence des Rossi pour consolider ma position au sein de la famille, je divorcerai. Tu resteras ma femme. » Tout le monde pensait que j'allais hocher la tête docilement et attendre son retour. Pendant dix ans, je l'avais aimé plus que ma propre vie, au point de couper les ponts avec ma famille pour lui. Cette même nuit, j'ai embarqué à bord d'un jet privé à destination de la Sicile, afin d'accepter un mariage arrangé avec le Parrain de la famille Vettori. À partir de ce moment-là, j'ai disparu sans laisser la moindre trace du monde de Ryder Conti. Trois ans plus tard, je suis revenue à Paris avec mon mari et mon enfant pour régler le compte d'un traître au sein de la Famille. Zayn avait une affaire de dernière minute à régler, alors il a envoyé ses hommes pour me récupérer. Je ne m'attendais absolument pas à revoir un visage de mon passé. Ryder m'a dévisagée avec un rictus moqueur. « Tu t'es bien amusée là-bas ? Puisque tu es revenue en rampant, c'est parfait. Le fils de Carmela a besoin d'une cuisinière. Tu feras l'affaire. » Attendez… Il venait vraiment de m'appeler, moi, la Donna la plus respectée des Enfers, une simple cuisinière ?

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

Isabelle Caballero's heart yearns for a wedding plucked from the pages of a fairytale, but life pens a different tale. Desperate to save her mother, she trades her dream for a pact with Melinda, marrying a man she does not love. Little does she know that her husband, Leon Montenegro, harbors a secret wealth. As Isabelle steps into a marriage woven with secrets, she must ask herself if the man behind the mask, the prince, can be what she’s always dreamed of or if the price of her mother's life is a loveless future. Can love flourish in the soil of deception, or will Isabelle's story diverge from the promised 'happily ever after'?

"In the depths of the mystical forest, 19-year-old Sophia stumbles upon the hidden vampire kingdom, Azura. Captured and brought before the enigmatic King Azriel, Sophia's fate hangs in the balance. But Azriel, intrigued by her fearless spirit and intoxicating purity, defies tradition and spares her life. As Sophia spends more time in the shadows of Azura, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to Azriel's dark charm and piercing gaze. Despite the danger, they begin a forbidden dance, their mutual attraction growing with each whispered promise. But their love is a threat to the ancient vampire hierarchy, and Azriel's parents, the ruthless King and Queen, will stop at nothing to destroy Sophia and maintain their power. As the forces of darkness gather, Sophia must confront the sinister secrets of Azura and the evil that lurks within its heart. Will Azriel's love be enough to save Sophia, or will she become the ultimate sacrifice in a game of blood, power, and eternal desire?"

“No one touches what is mine and gets to live,” he replies firmly, sending a cold shiver down my spine. “Alessandro, I am not yours. I am not anyone’s property,” I argue. He laughs softly. “Okay,” he says casually, as if what I said doesn't matter. “I mean it; I will never be yours—not your property, not your plaything, and certainly not your mistress,” I've already made it clear that I won't be his mistress; I don’t know why he can’t seem to accept that. His jaw tightens, then he scoffs. “He threatened you, he touched you,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “It really didn’t matter if the device was his or not; he knew what was coming for him.” In search of her missing father, Renée, a 24 year old boudoir photographer, moves to a new country and makes a deal with the FBI. She helps them bring down the most feared Mafia Don in the country, and they help her find her father. All she has to do is seduce him and get him to lower his guard—easy. Alessandro has been married for three years to the perfect wife, the princess of the East Mafia dome. That kind of marriage makes Alessandro the leader of both the South and the East of the Mafia dome and untouchable, Ruthless. Then one night at a masquerade ball, he meets her, the seductive stranger with a different accent. She looks like the typical type of woman he would make his mistress. But is that enough? Will his world accept a woman like her? It has been a rule for as long as he can remember that certain races can't mix, at least not from where he stands. Plus, he is a married man. Everything about her is forbidden.

Kimberly Johnson having used six years in college graduated with very poor grades, thus making it hard for her to secure a job. As months passed, with Kimberly still out searching for a job, she met with Landon Hernandez. Landon Hernandez was known as one of the billionaires in the United States of America. Kimberly has been so desperate to earn a living agrees to become an Househelp in Landon's house. But situations weren't that pleasant because Landon was the bossy type and Kimberly hated been ordered around. Kimberly never actually liked Landon right from the beginning, and Landon had the same feeling. Their hatred for each other caused lots of drama in Landon's mansion which they didn't forget.

“If you think for one second that I would ever let you leave my sight, you are mistaken,” Damien is only whispering but my entire body is trembling in response. “You'll have to pick, little one. Either I break your legs and keep you in my room or I fuck you till you can no longer walk. Just know whatever choice you make, I'm not letting you out of my sight.” … Fuck. ~ Exiled by her pack, all Madeline Finch has left is her son, Lucas, but the world is cruel to a single mother, especially for an Omega like her as her kind is being hunted down for their addictive pheromones. Wanting to keep her son safe, she decides to work with a well paying organisation that cater to the needs of Alphas by giving them willing Omegas to curl their bloodlust and in doing so, has no other choice but to become the escort of Damien Bloodhound, a ruthless Alpha known for his cruelty and her mate who'd rejected her and left her alone to raise Lucas on her own. Damien doesn't seem to recognize her but he acts even more determined to possess and have her as his own than before. And for Madeline who had only ever loved Damien and was fast sinking into debt, it was becoming harder to remember he was the one who shattered her heart many years ago. Still, would she be able to ignore his obsession for her and keep it strictly professional? Or would she be unable to resist and fall for the same man who had made her the happiest woman in the world once upon a time?

Suffering abuse from her father Alpha Landre, Bianca was forced to flee from the pack with her mother, Chloe. In order to make life more bearable for her and her daughter, Chloe remarried Alpha Ethan, a rival pack of her ex mate. Finding a good and new family, Bianca was sent to an elite werewolf academy, Moon Lake Academy where she hid her identity in order to protect her mother. However, she crossed paths with quadruplets, Oak, Rowan, Ash and Maple, her stepbrothers. But she didn't expect them to either bully her along with other students or stay quiet when she was being bullied. Unexpectedly, on her 18th birthday, she found out that her stepbrothers who had always bullied her turned out to be her mates! Their attitudes changed drastically and they began to all vie for Bianca's attention. However, Bianca wouldn't agree to their demands and would even reject them, or would she?

WARNING: NOT FOR KIDS BELOW 18 YEARS OF AGE There are a hundred and one ways to pleasure a little muse. Either by exploring their kinks or fucking them all the way through to the underworld. At first, it all started with attraction at first sight, then it spiraled into secret wants, obsession, wet dreams, until these muses could no longer contain their desires for their forbidden other. However, Big domineering daddies, hot step-brothers, handsome-so-much-it-hurts boyfriend’s dads, are so fucking ready to teach these little muses what it is to taste pleasure first hand. And how much forbidden fruit tastes better and sweeter even.