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“Love in the Shadow of Revenge”

Aira Grace has spent her life yearning for love in a house ruled by power. The daughter of influential politician Marcus Grace, raised without a mother and ignored by an ambitious brother, Aira grows up believing love must be earned through patience and sacrifice. Rowan Royce is born into blood. The son of a retired mafia leader, carrying the weight of a shattered family and an elder sister lost to betrayal, Rowan lives by one rule—never trust what love shows on the surface. When a political feud between the Grace and Royce families leaves his father injured, Rowan’s world hardens into revenge. Their paths cross through Rowan’s younger sister at university. Aira falls for Rowan without knowing the storm surrounding him, and Rowan—despite his cold restraint—allows her into his life. When Aira begs him to marry her, Rowan agrees, hiding vengeance behind wedding vows. To Aira, the marriage is imperfect but precious. She loves him through his silence, his distance, and the hostility of his world. Happiness shatters when Aira discovers Rowan’s true identity—his hands stained red by the mafia life he never escaped. A violent confrontation drives her into flight, straight into a carefully laid trap. Her enemies steal her unborn child through a forced operation, then manipulate Rowan into believing his wife ended the pregnancy herself. Broken by misunderstanding and blinded by hatred, Rowan abandons her in the hospital—yet never fully lets go. He ensures her recovery from a distance, torn between revenge and the woman he loves but cannot forgive. When news reports claim Aira has been murdered, Rowan descends into madness. His mercy disappears. One by one, his enemies fall—until the truth surfaces. Between cruelty and devotion, revenge and misunderstanding, Rowan and Aira suffer the most. Yet in a world built on blood and lies, they discover that survival itself can be an act of love.
Aish_writer · 21.1k Views

My Monster Man

In the rotting husk of a world where cities burn under atomic skies and power is measured in blood and blackmail, Draxton is owned by the Krossvales — seven orphaned brothers raised by a sadistic father into gods of violence. They deal in weapons, fear, and broken bodies, profiting from every war while the rest of humanity chokes on ash. Vernon Krossvale is their blade: 6'2" of scarred, combat-hardened muscle, long dark hair framing a face carved from stone and rage, coat always open over a bare, slashed torso. He kills without blinking, feels nothing when he does — until the night a girl sees him gut a man in the forest with brass knuckles and pull out his intestine. Vernon's death gaze falls on her. She runs. He smells her fallen handkerchief. And something inside him — long dead — wakes up. Ira Royvane never wanted Draxton. She came for survival, not salvation. But that night branded her. She was never meant to survive the gaze that pinned her in the dark — eyes that saw her to the bones. Vernon haunts every sketch she draws — his bloodied hands, his shadowed eyes, his lethal beauty. When the Krossvales seize her school through threats and terror, turning classrooms into their personal hunting ground, Ira becomes prey in their empire of cruelty. The Krossvales violate the girls the way wolves tear meat from still-kicking prey—playful, tearing, taking turns. Any brother, father, boyfriend who bares teeth in defense is dragged down and opened from throat to groin. While innocence bleeds—the monsters laugh . Vernon watches — always watching — helpless against Kai’s insanity and his own buried guilt. Until the day Ira crashes into him again, body pressed to his fever-hot skin, and for one heartbeat the monster feels something worse than emptiness: need. The man who has never wanted anything now wants one thing above all: her. Not to destroy. Not to possess. To shield. To keep. To feel something other than guilt and emptiness for the first time in his ruined life. In a city where mercy is suicide and love is the deadliest sin, a monster begins to question his chains — and a girl begins to wonder if the nightmare who haunts her drawings might be the only one capable of saving her from the rest of the monsters . **My Monster Man** — A raw, obsessive dark romance of guilt that bleeds, trauma that scars, forbidden desire that burns, and the fragile, dangerous hope that even the blackest heart can still want to protect the light it was never meant to touch.
Anuvuti_Roy · 955 Views

The Hidden Assassin: Undercover Heart

Russia Novel and Bangladesh novel 21+This story is a dark romance, exploring psychological tension, moral conflict, complex relationships, and dangerous situations in vivid depth. The characters’ mental states, emotional pressures, power struggles, and encounters with a harsh reality are portrayed with intense realism. Some scenes and circumstances are emotionally heavy, psychologically challenging, and may not be suitable for all readers. This is not a light romance, but rather a deep, dark, and psychologically driven journey. Recommended for mature readers who appreciate complex characters, morally gray choices, and intense emotional experiences. The Hidden Assassin: Undercover Heart "Where loyalty is a shadow, and love is a death trap." In the frozen wilderness of Moscow, a high-stakes mission goes cold when Ricky, a top-tier DGFI agent, is brutally executed in front of his partner and lover, Sophia. Trapped between grief and duty, Sophia cannot afford to cry. As a ghost agent of the elite unit, her only option is to vanish—and then strike back. Haunted by the memory of Ricky’s final kiss and driven by a thirst for vengeance, Sophia transforms herself. She sheds her military skin to become a lethal temptress. Clad in a provocative red sheer dress, she infiltrates the inner circle of the Kremlin’s most dangerous shadow: Dmitri. Dmitri is a Russian mafia kingpin with cold blue eyes and sun-kissed hair—a man who rules with iron and blood. He is captivated by Sophia’s mysterious golden eyes, unaware that she is the Hidden Assassin sent to dismantle his empire from within. As Sophia weaves a web of deception, she finds herself caught in a dangerous psychological game. In the den of the enemy, the lines between her mission and her emotions begin to blur. Her Undercover Heart starts to beat for the very man she is sworn to kill. Will Sophia avenge her fallen lover, or will she succumb to the forbidden allure of the Russian Boss? In a world of secrets and silver bullets, the deadliest weapon isn't a gun—it's a heartbeat.
OrinskhaEclipse_21 · 30.1k Views

CHAINED IN THE MAFIA HELL'S WATCH

[WARNING: Mature Content, R18+] [Strictly for Adults Only] I, Nate Cole, Captain of CSI, am damn fucking good at my job. I followed the law, trusted the evidence, and never let anyone distract me… not even the criminals I locked behind bars. Until Adrian Blackwood was forced back into my life, the dark, ruthless, devastatingly handsome Mafia Boss serving a twenty‑year sentence at Hell’s Watch, the city’s most notorious high‑security prison. A fortress built to cage mafia lords, serial offenders, and corrupt officials, and a place where even the guards whispered about inmates who ruled empires from behind steel bars. And he was exactly the kind of man I was raised to despise. “You’re the one who came to me, Nate Cole… what makes you think I’ll cooperate with you or that you can resist me?” His gray eyes smoldered, daring me to look away. I leaned back, meeting his gaze evenly. “Resist you? Please. You’re a bastard behind bars. I don’t do fantasies… and I don’t entertain criminals.” He smirked, stepping closer, voice low and teasing. “Criminals, maybe… but you look like someone who enjoys losing control, and I bet, I can make you beg.” He was the key to a case I couldn’t solve without him, and every glance, every word, every brush of his presence set my pulse racing. His control was intoxicating, and his power is undeniable. “I will break you beautifully, completely, and only into mine,” he whispered, a dangerous promise that shattered every rational thought in my head as the sizzling chemistry and attraction rose between us. I was supposed to stay professional, fucking resist, but some chains weren’t meant to be broken… and some temptations weren’t meant to be denied. Adrian Blackwood was my enemy, and falling for him might have been the most dangerous, most thrilling crime I’d ever committed. I had no idea which one of us was going to survive the darkness… me or him or the fucking world was going to burn.
Anna_Baibe · 17.3k Views

Coeurs Entrelaces ✨

They buried her father with a legacy soaked in blood. Now, they expect her to crumble. Lila Rousseau has never been just a daughter. Raised in the shadow of France's most feared mafia kingpin, she was trained not to flinch, not to fail, and never-ever-to fall in love. To her, love wasn't an emotion. It was weakness and weaknesses are never allowed. Now, with her father's ashes scattered over Étretat's cliffs and the crown of the Rousseau Syndicate resting on her shoulders, Lila steps into a world where men rule by fear and women vanish in silence. But Lila is no silent girl. She's fire. She's strategy. She's vengeance in silk. Enter Jace Durant. Spy. Liar. A man sent by Les Ombres, the rival syndicate, to infiltrate her world and tear it apart from the inside. He's meant to be her undoing. But when secrets ignite and enemies draw blood, he finds himself drawn to the one woman he was never meant to touch. In a world of smoke and daggers, power and deception, hearts aren't just tangled- they're weaponized. He was sent to watch her burn. She was born to burn it all down. Matthieu Laurent They buried his king beneath a storm of bullets and betrayal. Now, he stands beside the daughter who inherited the throne-and the chaos that follows her. Matthieu Laurent has killed for the Rousseaus. Bled for them. Lied for them. But protecting Lila was never supposed to feel like this. She's danger wrapped in perfume and defiance, and every time she looks at him, the man inside the soldier starts to burn. To love her would be treason. To leave her would be death. Now, with enemies closing in and lines blurring between loyalty and desire, Matthieu must decide- will he be her shield... or her sin? She was born to light the world on fire. He was made to burn beside her. ____
Marilyn_rose45 · 7.4k Views

Anatomy of the Tenorios

Tenorio Dynasty, a family that operates as the secret architects of justice within the Philippines' darkest underworld. The series centers on the four Tenorio pillars: Stephen, the visionary leader; Joie, the clinical protector; Matthew, the lethal enforcer; and Timothy, the digital ghost. Bound by a legacy of "necessary evil," the siblings operate the "Main Work"—a sophisticated system of shadow-governance designed to dismantle real-world monsters that the law cannot touch. The narrative arc follows the collision between this monochromatic world of violence and the "normal" lives of Alliana, Cheska, and Pat, three individuals whose presence forces the Tenorios to confront the human cost of their power. Public Service Announcement: This work, including the series title "The Softest Thing He Never Deserved" and all associated storylines, is a work of fiction; all names, characters, locations, and incidents—including the Tenorio family and their "Main Work"—are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is entirely coincidental. Creative License: The locations, while based on real-world cities like Manila and Paris, are used in a fictional context to serve the narrative; the "Main Work" and the operations of the Tenorio family do not reflect any real-world organization. Content Warning: This narrative explores dark themes, including organized crime and violence, which are dramatized for entertainment purposes and should not be viewed as a representation of reality.
J013sW0rlD · 4.1k Views

Till Death Do Us Lie

"You sold yourself to save them. Now I'll destroy them to keep you." Five years ago, Seraphina Winters made a devil's bargain. Her stepmother's medical bills were crushing her family. Her father was drowning in debt. Her stepsister Madison begged her: "Please, Sera. You're the only one beautiful enough. The Ashford family is desperate for a bride." The deal was simple: Marry Damien Ashford, the dying heir trapped in a wheelchair. Play the devoted wife at charity galas. Smile for the cameras. When he dies—six months, maybe a year—collect your widow's inheritance and save your family. No love. No touch. Just a transaction. Seraphina signed the contract in blood-red ink and became Mrs. Ashford overnight. For five years, she's lived in a golden cage. Her husband is cold, distant, barely speaks to her outside of public events. He sits in that wheelchair like a king on a broken throne, watching her with eyes that seem to see straight through her soul. She tells herself she's doing her duty. Tells herself it's temporary. Tells herself not to notice how devastatingly handsome he is when he thinks she's not looking. Then her stepsister Madison crosses the line. At the annual Ashford Foundation Gala, in front of Manhattan's elite, Madison humiliates Seraphina publicly—calls her a gold-digger, a whore who married a cripple for money, announces that their father gambled away everything and Sera's "sacrifice" was all for nothing. Seraphina runs from the ballroom in tears, her perfect facade shattered. Three days later, Madison is found dead. The news reports it as the work of the Ghost—New York's most feared assassin, the phantom who kills for the city's most powerful crime lord. Seraphina should be horrified. She should be grieving. Instead, she's watching the press conference, and a silhouette in the background catches her eye. The way he moves. The shape of his shoulders. That specific tilt of his head. Wait. She knows that silhouette. Her hands shake as she turns to look at her husband, sitting in his wheelchair across the room, eyes fixed on the television with an expression she's never seen before. Dark. Possessive. Satisfied. "Damien," she whispers. "What did you do?" He doesn't answer. But when he finally looks at her, his eyes are absolutely glacial. "I told you, Seraphina." His voice is velvet and violence. "In our wedding vows. Til death do us part." He stands up. Seraphina stops breathing. Damien Ashford walks toward her—no wheelchair, no weakness, nothing but lethal grace and terrifying power. He's been lying for five years. About everything. "You're mine," he says, backing her against the wall, his hand sliding possessively around her throat—not choking, just claiming. "You sold yourself to me. Signed the contract. Said the vows. And I've been waiting, Seraphina. So fucking patiently. For you to stop seeing me as the dying man and start seeing me as the monster I actually am." "The Ghost," she breathes. His smile is beautiful and terrible. "Your husband. Your monster. Your killer."
commandday1921 · 1.9k Views