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He is everything she despises arrogant, brutal, and worshipped for the violence he delivers on the ice. Atticus Finch is the league’s most feared hockey star, a man who wins games with clenched fists and a heart carved from ice. Sheila Feint wants nothing to do with him. She sees the ego behind the fame, the rage behind the smile, the destruction he leaves in his wake. And Atticus? He can’t stand her defiance, her sharp tongue, the way she looks at him like he’s nothing more than a headline waiting to implode. Forced into close proximity by fate and circumstance, their hatred burns hotter than rivalry. Every argument crackles with tension. Every glare lingers too long. Somewhere between verbal wars, bruised pride, and moments they refuse to name, the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. But loving your enemy comes at a price. Because if Atticus lets her in, he risks exposing the darkness he’s spent years hiding. And if Sheila gives in, she might fall for the one man capable of destroying everything she believes in. On the ice, Atticus Finch never loses. But with Sheila Feint… love might be the most brutal game he’s ever played.

เขาลากเธอกลับมาเพราะแค้น แต่กลับพบว่าเด็กชายที่เธอพาหนีไป...อาจเป็นลูกของเขา! ระหว่างรักหรือแค้น ใครจะเจ็บกว่ากันในเกมหัวใจที่เดิมพันด้วยเลือด!

I can't believe na nagawa niya saakin ang bagay na ito, pinagkatiwalaan ko siya. She's my second mother pero sinira lang niya ang tiwala ko sa kaniya. "Where are you? Hindi ka makakatakas saakin, lumabas kana!" sigaw nito. Nandito lang ako nakatago sa ilalim ng kama because I'm really afraid on her. I can't believe this, she rape me. "Got you!" Warning: This is Dark Romance, some chapter contain 18+ scene.

Passionate hatred can bring great meaning into an empty life. While trying to get her life back on track as a bartender after being released from prison, Samantha Logan is saddled with the responsibility of her father's irresponsibility. She must take the fall for his actions if she wants him to live.. They say the sins of the father shall be bestowed upon the children.. She got sold to a ruthless and cold blooded Mafia boss who doesn't think twice before killing anyone and became his play thing and would do anything and everything to stay alive...

Lumipat ang kaniyang kaluluwa sa asawa ng Mafia Boss na kung saan ay matagal nang nakakaranas ng paghihirap habang kasama ang asawa nito. Clyde Cleomonte, a 21 years old na kung saan ay pinakasalan ng sapilitan ni Silvia Kill na Mafia boss. "Hon, are you okay?", tanong ng babae saakin. Hon? Bakit niya ako tinatawag na Hon at bakit nandito ako sa hospital? Ang huli kong naaalala ay itinulak ako ni Blue, may tumulong ba saakin? "Nasaan sina Blue? Nakulong naba sila?", tanong ko sa mga lalaking nakaitim. I think mga pulis sila pero bakit hindi sila nakauniporme? "Whose blue? Hon, what happened back then?", tanong ulit ng babae. Bakit ba Hon ang palaging tawag niya sakin? Hindi ko naman siya kilala. Napatingin ako sa salamin na kung saan ay nasa side wall, I saw that this is not my face. Nanlaki ang mata ko sa gulat, anong nangyari sa mukha ko at sino sila. Lalapit na sana ang babae ng itinago ko ang katawan ko hanggang sa leeg ng kumot. "Stay right there!! Wah mokong lapitan", sigaw ko kaya napahinto naman siya at nag aalalang nakatingin saakin. "Do you- do you forget about me?", nauutal na sagot niya. Biglang may lumitaw na batang babae around 3 ata galing sa kaniyang likod. Nakatingin na siya saakin ngayon. "Mama?", tanong nito. Wait, naguguluhan na ako. Sino ba sila at bakit tinatawag akong Mama ng bata. "Hindi ko alam ang sinasabi niyo at wag mokong tinatawag na Mama!!" ,sigaw ko sa kanila. Biglang umiyak ang bata at nagpabuhat sa babae. Kinarga niya ito at nagdilim ang tingin nito saakin. Sino ba sila? I don't understand what's happening. Mama, i need you.

For two years, he watched her. Now, he’ll take her. All Elara Vance wants is a simple life: work, and volunteer at the orphanage that was her only home. She is light, kindness, and hope unaware of the dark eyes tracing her every move. Kieran Thorne isn't a man; he's a king. The ruthless head of the Thorne Syndicate, he deals in blood and absolute control. When he sees Elara, he doesn't see a woman. He sees a possession. A light to balance his darkness. After two years of meticulous planning, he steals her from her world and delivers his decree: she will be his wife. Trapped in a gilded penthouse prison, Elara’s spirit is her last weapon. But Kieran’s obsession is a brutal education. His touch is both punishment and worship, his mantra a dark whisper: "You are mine." As Elara plots her escape, a more dangerous threat emerges. Vera Volkov, heiress to a rival syndicate and Kieran’s obsessively devoted would-be queen, sees Elara as a stain to be erased. She will burn down Kieran’s world to get rid of the competition. Caught between a captor who kills to keep her and a rival who will die to replace her, Elara must make a choice. Will she break under the weight of a love built on possession? Or will she learn to wield the thorns of his obsession… and become the queen of the very darkness that sought to own her?

I closed my eyes as I felt wetness in between my legs, biting my lips hard as I tried composing myself. I knew he had drugged me, the aphrodisiac was slowly taking effect. I whimpered as he squeezed my left breast before taking it into his mouth and biting it slowly, I felt relief and pain at the same time. "make it stop I beg you" I cried helplessly as I felt him rub my with his finger clit slightly. he chuckled as he circled it and brought his lips closer to my ears. "I don't hear you begging sweetheart." he mused, his tone filled with pure lust and disdain. "beg me to fuck you ivy, until you do, I'll keep you here all night and torture your mind and body. Once the golden girl of high society, Ivy Collins had everything, wealth, influence, and the cruel confidence that came with it. In high school, she ruled with sharp words and sharper laughter, turning one quiet, poor boy, Peter Vlachos, into the center of her amusement. She never thought twice about the damage she caused… until life stripped everything away. After her father’s sudden death leaves her family bankrupt, Ivy is forced to face a harsh new reality. Years later, she’s just another employee in a crowded mall, struggling to survive a life she barely recognizes. But the past hasn’t forgotten her. When a dangerously powerful and impossibly wealthy man walks back into her life, Ivy is horrified to realize he’s Peter Vlachos, the boy she once destroyed, now adopted by a notorious mafia boss and reborn into power. He remembers everything. And this time, he’s the one in control… ready to make her pay.

Lana thought losing her boyfriend to a richer woman was the worst thing that could happen to her. Until she lost her job, her stability, and almost herself. Desperate and drowning, she crosses paths with a man she should have feared. Karl Moretti. The ruthless heir to a powerful empire. A man whispered about in fear and desire. He watches her before he speaks, studies her before he claims her. And once he sets his sights on Lana, walking away is no longer an option. But Lana isn’t just another woman caught in his web. There’s something about her, something tied to a past buried in blood and secrets. As their worlds collide, hidden truths begin to surface about her mother’s death, about Karl’s family and about a war that was never truly over.

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

On Thanksgiving, my husband Steven Mandel showed up with another woman. Not just anyone—Fiona Osborne, his first love. She had Alzheimer's and only remembered him. And yeah, he said she was moving in. Steven's eyes were ice. "Erica, I stayed away from Fiona out of duty. But I'm not wasting what time I have left without her." Happy 50th anniversary to me. No gift—just a slap-in-the-face love confession. Maya, my daughter-in-law, tried to talk some sense into him, bless her. Then Anton—my own son—cut in. "Mom already kept Dad away from Fiona for years. She's tied ME to you for half my life. Now Dad just wants to take care of the woman he loves—what's so wrong with that?" Steven stepped in front of Fiona like some kind of hero. "Anton's right. Erica, I let you play the wife role for decades. Now, I want to be with the woman I truly love. "If you can't handle that, let's just get a divorce." I stood there, frozen. I'd walked away from a powerhouse law career for this family after we had Anton. I thought I had given everything, and in their eyes, I would be a perfect wife and a perfect mother. But today made it clear—I was never enough. No matter how much I gave, it was never going to be enough. I turned to Maya. She was crying. "You wanna get divorced together?"