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On the day my dad, the Don of the Capone family, comes to the orphanage to take me home, I show up in a tactical helmet and a bulletproof vest. "I'm not going home with you. You're definitely doing this to trick me into getting married to a perverted old geezer in a marriage alliance. I bet my adopted sister has made preparations to start fake-crying anytime by loading up on her eyedrops." My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned. 2) If I get close to a staircase, I'll definitely get pushed down the stairs. 3) I'll get framed for something that I've never done before. My parents swear to me that none of the things I've written will ever happen. They tell me that my adopted sister, Silvia Capone, has a great personality, and things are amicable in the family. However, everything changes when Silvia brings me a glass of juice before lunchtime and insists on watching me drink it. Instead, I dump the juice into a nearby vase of flowers. Just as my parents are about to scold me for wasting the juice, smoke begins drifting from the flowers inside the vase. Then, they start wilting rapidly. I calmly leave a bright red checkmark behind the "poison" tip. As my parents stare at the dead flowers, they can feel color draining from their faces. "You should send the juice to a chem lab for analysis."

"Good evening, Mom. How was your day?" "My day was good, my love. How is yours going?" Her voice was a soothing balm against the stress of the day. "It’s... busy. My boss gave me a mountain of work to finish before tomorrow morning, so I won't be coming home tonight. I’m going to stay late and then head straight back in." "Oh, my dear," she sighed. "Just be careful. Don't get into any trouble." "I won't, Mom. Did you take your medication?" I asked, knowing how she tended to forget when I wasn't there to nag her. "Ah... I’ll take it now." "Mom, please. You need to stay strong for me." "I will, I will. I love you, Annabelle." "Love you too." After I hung up, the silence of the office felt even heavier. The lights were dimmed, except for the glow from my monitor and the soft yellow light spilling from Elias’s office. He was still in there, a silhouette of intense focus as he reviewed the project details. Suddenly, a sharp ping echoed through the quiet room. I jumped slightly, my eyes snapping to my computer screen. Unknown Email. No encrypted address. No profile picture No signature. Whoever sent this, don't want to be traced. "What is this?" I muttered, my skin crawling with a sudden, inexplicable chill. The subject line was written in bold, stark capital letters: BEFORE THE INVESTMENT. My pulse shifted into a frantic rhythm. I hesitated, my mouse hovering over the notification. When I finally clicked, my breath hitched. It wasn't just a message; it was a cache of attached documents, internal financial transfers, offshore account statements, and adjusted revenue projections. I realized instantly that these were different from the official files Elias had given me.

Aveline thought she knew what love was. She betrayed her husband Lucian—the cold, controlling man her family forced her to marry—for the warmth and passion of her true love. She sacrificed everything to make her lover happy, even agreeing to a divorce to finally be free. But freedom came with a price written in blood. Her lover, the man she'd risked it all for, betrayed her with her best friend. And then he killed her. Aveline died filled with regret, her last thought of the husband she'd destroyed—the only man who had ever truly tried to save her. Then she opened her eyes again. Reborn, Aveline is given an impossible second chance. She knows the truth now: Lucian's coldness hid a love so deep he married her to protect her from the monster she couldn't see. His silence was sacrifice. His control was care. And she repaid him with betrayal. Now Aveline will do anything to make things right—to win back the husband she never deserved and build the marriage she destroyed. But Lucian is done. His love has limits, and she crossed every single one. The divorce papers are ready. His heart is locked behind walls she built with her own cruelty. And he refuses to be hurt by her again. Aveline must prove she's changed while her murderous ex-lover circles back, expecting her devotion. She must break through Lucian's ice while carrying the secret of her rebirth alone. She must earn back a love she never valued Can you fall in love with your own husband? Can you undo betrayal? In this heart-wrenching tale of second chances, redemption, and discovering love where you least expect it, Aveline must fight for the marriage she once threw away—and the man she was too blind to see.

Sienna Moretti I always knew the world my brother ruled was dangerous, but I never imagined it would reach my doorstep. As the sister of Adrian Moretti—the infamous mafia leader—I have been kept hidden, protected. But all of that shatters the night Lucien De Luca, Adrian’s sworn enemy and a ruthless Don, sets his sight on me. I know better than to trust the charming, lethal man who once called my brother a friend... before everything fell apart in betrayal. I tell myself it's a trap. Yet every glance, every brush of Lucien's hand against mine, chips away at my defenses. He's my brother’s rival, but in Adrian’s absence, Lucien becomes my unexpected shield. The lines blur. I start to believe Lucien might not be the villain everyone says he is. But happy endings aren’t written in blood-soaked worlds like ours. Some sins refuse to stay buried. Lucien De Luca I only wanted one thing— destroy Adrian Moretti for the sins he committed. And what better way to bring a king to his knees than by using the one thing he cared about most? His sister. His precious Sienna. She was supposed to be another move on a bloody chessboard. Nothing more. But from the moment she looked at me with those stormy eyes, the game shifted. Sienna wasn’t a piece to be played. She was the spark that could burn my whole Mafia empire down. She made a hunger ignite inside me no one else had ever touched. Nothing could have prepared me for the war she would start inside my soul—or the secrets that would rise from the ashes, threatening to ruin everything. Because Sienna Moretti was never meant to be mine. But damned if I was going to let her go.

The day before my wedding, I went to our cathedral early to get familiar with the place. Instead, I found my fiancé and my stepsister, Isabella fucking on the altar. Our altar. I caught them. He didn't even apologize and just threw me out into the storm. I collapsed in the pouring rain. That’s when he found me. Alistair, the Vampire Prince. He moved like a god through the storm. He pulled me from the mud, and gave me a palace. He told the world I was his soulmate. The one he’d spent centuries searching for. His one and only. For five years, his devotion made me the envy of the supernatural world. I thought I was the one exception in his eternal life. Until I found his secret room. My fingers brushed against an ancient scroll. The script was written in blood. The first line was her name: Isabella. Beneath it, in Alistair's own hand: “Absolute priority. Above all else.” Underneath was a healer's log I’d never seen before. A vampire's healing log. The date was from the night I found out I was pregnant. The night I was attacked by werewolves. They brought me back to the castle, covered in blood. The healers never came for me. I woke up alone. The baby was gone. Our child. His blood, my blood—gone. And my clothes were soaked in what was left of it. I cleaned every trace of it. When he came home, I broke down in his arms. I never told him. I couldn’t bear for him to feel the pain I felt. Now I understood. That same night, Isabella was also being attacked by werewolves. And Alistair’s order to his council was: “Send every healer. Isabella is the priority.” My heart stopped. Despair was a poison in my veins. “If I was never the one... then you can keep your eternity. I want no part of it.”

If the warning label could be written in red letters, it would. I'm not a soft erotic writer, so you shouldn't be a soft reader. This is a house of 50 Shades Darker Steamy Romance Compilation. ALL your taboos and kinks will be fulfilled in these 1k short stories. First five stories. 1 Marry Your Daddy & Be Your Stepmom: When the thoughts, words, and touch of your boyfriend's dad gives you real orgasms, sinning is just as sweet. 2 My Gangster Masters: Though married, you're sent to the BDSM club to hunt the notorious triplet criminals. The operation is over, but your body still aches to submit to them one more time. 3 The Church Boy Is Gay: He's more innocent than a nerd. Haven't impregnated any girl. So you make him your role model until you're trapped in a room with him and the lights go off. 4 Creampied in a crowded subway: What’s discomfort in a crowded subway when you can have a stranger’s big black cock slide beneath your dress and rub your pussy till you're wet and dripping? It gets spicier, he slips into your right cotton panties and creampies you. And when you wear jeans, his huge palm breaks your button, goes down below, rubbing your clit and finger-fucking you till you become his all your subway journey. Forever. 5 My Masked Psycho: You have a fetish for masked men, and you're just the kind of lady he preys on. Others: Beastly Alpha. Voyeurism. You're a slave to the hot cell's Don and his Capos in a prison break. Stuck and fucked. The Bulgar's cock is your new obsession. Naked stranger in the elevator. Flash your goodies. Your maid and plumber are your new toys. Sex interviews… ***** Add to library let's hit this rocky road.

(Trigger warning: this book has some elements of dark romance with an unhinged ML) "Would you give me your surname or better take mine then? Will you be the lucky man?" I blurted out having no idea of what I was saying. My head was already in the clouds and blinded by his smile. It calmed the storm in my mind. He laughed. Those dark abysses were truly alluring when they sparkled. His fingers grazed my cheeks, wiping off my tears, before cupping them in his callous palms. "If you love my surname so much." A foolish smile graced my lips, oblivious of the fact that he wasn't joking. "You can't back down now, hubby. You just got a wife." I thought I lost everything when I walked away from Sinclair. I never imagined I’d end up as Alaric Von Duvall’s wife. ******* Her life was written in stone. A perfect life one she always dreamt of. Everything Cassandra wanted was within reach until one night revealed the love she'd trusted was a lie. Betrayal and deceit from those she trusted the most made every belief she had crash down. What she didn’t expect was to stumble into a stranger's arms, into his bed and wake up married. Alaric gave her what she thought she wanted; now she can't take it back. One reckless mistake became a wedding vow. Now she’s trapped inside Alaric’s empire of lies. Married to a stranger who knows more than he’s letting on He’s dangerous. He’s charming. And in front of everyone, he claimed her as his . Caught between Sinclair’s obsession, Alaric’s shadowy intentions, and her family’s betrayal, Cassandra doesn’t know if this marriage will be her downfall… or her salvation.

Shayra Anindya terpaksa harus menikah dengan Adien Raffasyah Aldebaran, demi menyelamatkan perusahaan peninggalan almarhum ayahnya yang hampir bangkrut. "Bagaimana mungkin, Mama melamar seorang pria untukku, untuk anak gadismu sendiri, Ma? Dimana-mana keluarga prialah yang melamar anak gadis bukan malah sebaliknya ...," protes Shayra tak percaya dengan keputusan ibunya. "Lalu kamu bisa menolaknya lagi dan pria itu akan makin menghancurkan perusahaan peninggalan almarhum papamu! Atau mungkin dia akan berbuat lebih dan menghancurkan yang lainnya. Tidak!! Mama takakan membiarkan hal itu terjadi. Kamu menikahlah dengannya supaya masalah selesai." Ibunya Karina melipat tangannya tegas dengan keputusan yang tak dapat digugat. "Aku sudah bilang, Aku nggak mau jadi isterinya Ma! Asal Mama tahu saja, Adien itu setengah mati membenciku! Lalu sebentar lagi aku akan menjadi isterinya, yang benar saja. Ckck, yang ada bukannya hidup bahagia malah jalan hidupku hancur ditangan suamiku sendiri ..." Shayra meringis ngeri membayangkan perkataannya sendiri Mamanya Karina menghela nafasnya kasar. "Dimana-mana tidak ada suami yang tega menghancurkan isterinya sendiri, sebab hal itu sama saja dengan menghancurkan dirinya sendiri. Yahhh! Terkecuali itu sinetron ajab, kalo itu sih, beda lagi ceritanya. Sudah-sudahlah, keputusan Mama sudah bulat! Kamu tetap harus menikah dangannya, titik enggak ada komanya lagi apalagi kata, 'tapi-tapi.' Paham?!!" Mamanya bersikeras dengan pendiriannya. "Tapi Ma, Adien membenc-" "Tidak ada tapi-tapian, Shayra! Mama gak mau tahu, pokoknya bagaimana pun caranya kamu harus tetap menikah dengan Adien!" Tegas Karina tak ingin dibantah segera memotong kalimat Shayra yang belum selesai. Copyright 2020 Written by Saiyaarasaiyaara

Cancer took away her first love and Regina view on life changed. She wants to fulfil her dead boyfriend wishes as that was his last wish. On her flight to Greek, to attend the wedding of her cousin, she met Alex Pierce a billionaire who was named as a most promising young entrepreneur. In additional to that he was popular, having his article written on magazine with a printed photo of his. An fate decides, Regina met Alex Pierce through an unfortunate event that lead to hate relationship between them. Appointed as the bridesmaid and groom's best men, lead them to a different path. Where does this adventure to fulfil the dead boyfriend lead them? excerpt "How dare you," I raised my hand, but he got hold of it and shoved it down. Frustrated, I punch his chest as hard I can. After few punches, he grabbed both my hand and push me away. Thinking that finally he freed me, I turned my heel away from him. "I'm saying this again, you're delusional if you think you are living your live. It is not. You're living in his dream. His wishes," he seethed. "I love your free spirit, but you are so caught in your past that you don't see your future," he continued as his grip on my hand on body loosened. "I don't know how many wishes left, but I'm ready to fulfill it with you," he roared behind me as I walked away from him. Stunned, I stopped walking. Turning my head, I can see his shadow from the corner of my eyes, "Why? I'm delusional right then why are you joining this delusional woman?" I asked sarcastically. "Because, that's the only way to be with you and maybe I can break your illusion,"

On the day of my twenty-first birthday, I posted online: [I want a lollipop.] My childhood rival, who was overseas, dropped everything there and flew back. He showered and showed up at my doorstep. I vowed to savor lollipops more carefully from then on—they were simply too sweet. From that moment, even after I was exposed as a fake heiress, everyone in high society knew: Jonathan Chase wanted to marry me. When the Sterling family carried out their harsh punishment, the hundred lashes meant for me were almost entirely taken by him—ninety-nine of them, borne by his own body. When they locked me in the basement, with darkness closing in from all sides, his shouts each day became my only light. "Chloe, don't be afraid. I'll get you out," he promised. And he did. He really saved me. He also made me witness, with my own eyes, his magnificent wedding to the true heiress. The man who once couldn't bear to make me wait had, "for my sake", told me to wait three times. The first time was on his wedding day. Pain was etched into every line of his face. "Chloe, if I don't marry Eleanor, they'll never let you go. Wait for me for three years. Three years from now, I'll marry you." The second time was three years later. He looked at Eleanor's rounded belly, hesitation written all over his face. "Chloe… she's carrying my child. You'll have to wait a little longer." The third time was just yesterday. I was just a step away from his kid. He pushed me violently to the floor, his face tight with warning. "Chloe, can't you just wait? Why do you have to take it out on a kid?" Sunlight fell across the face that once loved me, now stripped of all its former warmth. "If that's how it is… then maybe it's time for me to leave too." I said inwardly.