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Isabelle Forte wanted a simple life. But then she witnessed a murder, and was led straight into the arms of Mariano Rivera, boss of the Italian mafia. Together, they traverse a story of love, honor, revenge, violence, and betrayal. The dominating, possessive man may fix her, or break her all over again.

"This is wrong, professor." She suddenly broke the intense kiss and took a step back from him, her lips swollen due to the intensity of the kiss. "And why is it wrong, beautiful Bella?" He took a step closer to her, covering the distance between them. "This, what we're engaging in, is totally wrong because of our student-teacher relationship," she replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. "And you seem to be forgetting the fact that I'm also your mate!" He said as he unexpectedly lifted her and placed her gently upon his desk. "So, my dear Bella, what were you saying?" he teased, his right hand subtly finding its way beneath her ebony gown. "Professor, what we are doing is totally wrong." She replied. "Are you sure we shouldn't be doing this?" He smirked as he shifted her wet panties and delicately introduced two fingers into her moist core. Rather than offering words, she emitted a soft, involuntary moan as he began to rhythmically move his fingers in and out of her in a deliberate, tantalizing manner. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop." he whispered seductively, his fingers intensifying their movements, causing her to throw her head back in pure ecstasy. "I.... I fucking want it!" she finally admitted. * * Bella, a university student and aspiring writer, had longed to find her soulmate since she turned eighteen. After years of waiting and believing she might never have one, her fate changed when the charming and attractive professor, Blake, arrived at her university. To her delight, she discovered that he was not only her professor but also her destined mate. This marked a turning point in her life, and soon, she found herself deeply in love with her Playboy mate who had a different objective in mind.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

Skyla Silara Rossi is the 18-year-old daughter of the Lycan King himself. She attends Midnight Academy, a place that is a safe haven for the supernatural, but for Skyla, it’s not enough. She still doesn’t fit in. Unable to control the power and rage of her beast, she isolates herself from the world. With each passing year, her Lycan is getting stronger. Becoming harder for the young princess to mingle with those who have now come to fear her. This year, there’s something different that awaits her return to the Academy, in the form of two sizzling Alpha males. Aleric and Royce Arden are the twin sons of the Alpha of The Shadow Wolves Pack. With blond hair and icy grey eyes, the twins are walking gods, ones that any girl would desire. Even Skyla Rossi. Coming from a pack that holds its own secrets, they both have come to the academy as new teachers. Each with his own hidden intentions. Yet when their lives intertwine with the Lycan Princess, everything is thrown upside down. A relationship between a student and a teacher must be kept a secret, especially when it involves the King’s daughter. Skyla spells trouble and danger, but can the wild Rossi be tamed, or will her emotions and power, mixed with betrayal, destroy her forever? In a dance of lust, lies, and forbidden desires, will Skyla find her knight in shining armour, or will the Arden Princes be her ultimate downfall? A Feisty Lycan Princess, a Charming Science Professor and a Sexy Broody Trainer; what could go wrong? Oh yes… everything. Book 3 of the Rossi Legacies Book 1 & 2 are under the title Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire. Follow me on IG author.muse

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

Jenny posted a picture of me and her brother, who had an intellectual disability. The caption? "Finally, a happy ending!" The comments were all the same: "Is this your sister-in-law? She’s gorgeous!" I simply replied with a question mark, but Jenny ignored me and responded to someone else instead. "She's kinda my sister-in-law, yes!" It didn't take long for Steven to call me, his tone full of anger. "It was just a little edit, do you really have to blow things out of proportion?" Half an hour later, Jenny posted another photo of her sitting in Steven's luxury car, and even tagged me in it. "We may not be related by blood, but this big brother of mine has always been my rock!" Steven commented. "I'll always be here." I knew he was trying to get a rise on me on purpose to appease Jenny, but I didn't grace them with a reply this time. All I did was like the post and file for divorce.

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

During the long National Day holidays, I planned a Golden Highlands trip for the whole family. I even booked tickets for a luxurious train ride so we could enjoy the scenery. But on departure day, my husband and son vanished. I called my husband. I could hear an airport boarding announcement in the background. My voice trembled. "Where are you?" He panicked and mumbled that the company had an emergency before hanging up. I tried calling again, but the line was busy. The next day, he posted an update on his social media. In the photo, he stood beneath the snowy peaks of Wintercrown with one arm around his old love while the other held our son. The caption read: [If we had been a little braver back then...] A friend commented: [Where is your wife?] I stared at his reply: [She's sick and resting at home.] Three expired train tickets sat on the table as my eyes welled up with tears. A decade of marriage. A pack of lies. It was time to bring it all to a close.

Aria Austra Lindsei is a sophomore student at Easton University who always involved herself in many different fights. She's independent, smart, and gorgeous, but despite the fact that most of her female schoolmates hate her for being the Campus Princess and the boys’ fantasy; she doesn't give a damn about it. She likes being herself— the boyish kind of girl that not everyone likes. She hates boys, even girls who pissed her off— actually, she hates everybody. She’s a type of girl that is very hard to control. She knows what she wants, and she knows what she doesn’t want in her life. And her life in college was normal, not until she met her new science professor, Sir Gray. Grayson Henry Carter is a very good-looking college professor that everyone likes— except her. Sir Gray is a type of man that makes Aria powerless and controlled, that is the reason why she hates him. She doesn’t want to be controlled with her actions, especially by a man. But everything started to change when she found her heart pounding for a man for the first time, which made her question her thoughts about men. And while dealing with her uncontrollable and strange feelings for her new professor, everything from her past started to come back into her life to remind her that men will only do bad things that will cause great distress and trauma into her life. What will Aria do if she found out the mysterious dark side of her Sir Gray?

For five years, I was married to the heir of the Romano family, Italy's biggest crime family. Every night, he'd hold me and whisper, "Just give me an heir, and I'll give him the entire Romano empire." But I never got pregnant, and the Don's disappointment in me grew with every passing month. Until I found out my husband had been secretly swapping my folic acid for birth control pills. I was still reeling from the fury when I saw a post from his ex-girlfriend: an ultrasound photo. Her caption was sweet and smug: “Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can’t wait to meet the baby.” Seeing the flood of congratulations, my mind was made up. I found the contact info for my ex-boyfriend—the one who’d spent the last five years trying to get me back. I sent him a single text. 【Give me one month. Then I’m coming with you.】