When Love Hate Collide

Seven years ago, my mafia husband, Sergio Wexler, had me committed to a psychiatric ward. On the day I was released, I changed my name, cut my hair short, and vanished like a ghost. Seven years later, we meet again at the grave of my brother, Luca Lorusso. The bouquet in his hand falls with a soft thud. Sergio clenches his fists tightly, barely holding back emotions that threaten to break through his usual calm. "Janella, why the short hair? I almost didn't recognize you. Where have you been all these years? After that fire at the psych ward, I pulled every string I had, but I never got any leads on you. I've been looking for you for seven years. I even thought you were… dead." When I stay silent, he rubs his red-rimmed eyes. "You're avoiding me, aren't you? Do you still hate me for having you locked up? Believe me, I had no choice." I let out a bitter laugh. Sergio killed Luca to become the Don. He slept with Luca's woman and locked me in that dark, windowless "special ward", nearly erasing me from existence. And now, here he is at Luca's grave, playing the victim. To me, any love and hate I had for Sergio died long ago in that tiny, suffocating ward. Now, he's just a stranger to me.

~BOOK ONE OF THE LOVE SERIES. Love’s darkest spark. ❧ To my darlings who wants to be owned and dominated, here is a perfect chance to get on your fucking knees. ❧ Love didn’t save them, hate did. Nicole Daniels never imagined her world would fall apart so violently. Betrayed by her husband, backstabbed by her best friend, and left grieving a child she never got to hold. She's done pretending to be okay. When Rhett Otis, her ex-husband’s cold and infuriating stepbrother, offers her a contract marriage with an offer she can’t refuse, she accepts without hesitation. It’s not love, It’s not hope. It’s survival and revenge or so she told herself. Yet she didn’t fall for him. She crashed, burned, and never recovered. While Rhett told her they were just business but he kissed her like she was his. He was supposed to stay away from her but he married her instead. She was forbidden, but he craved her destruction— hated her for slipping under his skin and hated himself even more for needing her to stay there. What began as a business arrangement becomes a brutal tangle of secrets, yearning, and something neither of them dare name. Enemies. Pretenders. Liars. That’s all they were ever meant to be. But sometimes, pretend hate burns too hot and love becomes the darkest spark.

This is the story of two different souls who meets each other at the right time and right place. Damien King, hot , handsome and sexy not to mention his rich. Plus he played as school football captain and quarterback. A player who loves to play the game of hump and dump. But what happened when he meet the girl who will make him fall for his knees? Will he back out? Will he wants to play? Mikaela a girl whose world revolves around her school, parents and best friend Lila. All she wanted was to graduate with flying colors. What she didn't expect was a hot , sexy and devilish handsome quarterback pursuing her till she can't say no? Will she submit to him? Find out there love story here... Please don't forget to vote and comments please. Dianalovesdiane

She was only a tool in his mission and thirst for revenge, a tool he hated to the core. But what happens when his heart begins to choose for him. Stuck in between revenge and his heart what will he choose. Love or hate?.

"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins." Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses. --- Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest. Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile. He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name. He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one. When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding. Love was never supposed to find him again. It sent the wrong sister anyway.

“My father didn’t protect me. He used me for his own purposes. He forced me to marry Dante—not for love, not for peace, but because he hoped to get from Dante what he needed—power. He wanted to silence his enemies, and Dante was the key. And Dante… he wasn’t just any man. He was cold, ruthless, and feared by everyone. A devil in disguise. I didn’t love him. I was afraid of him. But the more I saw behind his darkness, the more I realized—we were both broken in different ways. Two lost souls. Two shattered hearts. And a love neither of us expected. This isn’t a fairytale. This is a story of fear, power… and a love born from pain. “They call him a monster… but to me, he became home.” “Love will always find you. Sometimes, it just takes time—so give time the time it needs.” 🌼

เหตุการณ์บังเอิญที่คลับในคืนเดียวเปลี่ยนชีวิตเธอกับเขาไปตลอดกาล...'ฟานอี้' เข้าใจว่าเธอเป็นสาวรับจ็อบกลางคืน ส่วน'จัสมิน' เองก็คิดว่าเขาเป็นโฮสต์เบอร์หนึ่ง แต่สุดท้ายบุคคลปริศนาอันเร่าร้อนในคืนนั้นก็ถูกนรกเหวี่ยงให้มาทำงานร่วมกันในฐานะ "ผู้อำนวยการโรงพยาบาลและอายุรแพทย์คนใหม่" ความสัมพันธ์แบบ 'เกลียดในเกลียด' เพิ่มแรงปะทุมากขึ้นเรื่อย ๆ ด่ากันทุกวันแต่ไหงมาจบที่เตียงแทบทุกคืนแบบนี้มันหมายความว่ายังไง?

"I'll find you, even in an ant hole, Ericka. Just watch! You won't be able to escape me forever. I'll make you pay for this!" Ericka, a woman fleeing an abusive relationship, rents an apartment on the 27th floor of an old apartment building, thinking she'll be safe. She doesn't know that her only neighbor on that floor is Liam, a werewolf who locks himself away every full moon to prevent himself from killing humans. Their meeting isn't a story of instant love, but rather the meeting of two damaged souls seeking safety in their own ways. Ericka, traumatized by human violence. Liam, traumatized by the monster inside him. Who knows what will happen. Or who will die? "You can stay. I won't touch you. I won't ask you to trust me, but I'll do my best to keep you safe." "Good. I can't trust anyone either."

Someone had sprinkled some corrosive acid powder all over my wedding dress, the one worth over a hundred million. The moment I put it on, my flesh began to burn and dissolve. Blood and yellowish fluid pooled around me as a result. When I tried to call for an ambulance, someone’s mother held me down. She smiled cruelly and said, “You dare steal my daughter’s wedding dress? Go to hell!” However, my husband had ordered the dress from a top designer. It was one of a kind! I struggled with all my strength and shouted at her, “Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me?!” Her daughter, Yelena Stone, then grabbed a knife and stabbed me hard in my pregnant belly. She sneered and said, “You stole my man, but you have the audacity to yell at me? Fine. I’ll just spend a little more to end your worthless life.” My worthless life? I laughed. My hands were stained with blood as I called my brother, Hunter Sinclair, an elite in Jinvell’s social circles. “Hunter! Someone’s trying to kill me! And tell Jacob to get here now!”

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.