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Deceived by the Veil

Althea stood at the doorway of the bridal suite, her heart heavy with a weight she couldn't shake. The dress lay on the bed, pristine and untouched, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. It wasn't supposed to be her walking down the aisle, pledging herself to a man she barely knew. But here she was, forced to step into her sister's place. Her sister's choice to leave had devastated her. She had rejected a life that demanded sacrifice and duty, choosing freedom over family. And Althea, for all her anger and confusion, was left with no choice but to save the family's reputation. She had to wear the dress, say the vows, and marry a man she didn't love. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the veil, staring at her reflection. She looked perfect-beautiful, poised-but she didn't feel that way. She felt like a shadow, a replacement for the woman who should've been here. The weight of the gown suffocated her as she prepared to step into a life that wasn't hers to claim. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready to marry him. But with every step she took toward the chapel, the reality set in. There was no turning back. And there, at the altar, stood Elijah. His eyes locked on hers as she approached, his gaze intense, unreadable. A faint smile curved his lips, one she couldn't quite decipher, but there was something in it that made her blood run cold. Satisfaction. He looked at her as if she were an object, something to be claimed. With each step, his smile deepened, pleased with what was walking toward him. He wasn't looking at her as a woman to be loved. He was looking at her as a prize, something that had finally fallen into his grasp. Althea's throat tightened. She couldn't turn back now, not with everyone watching. As she reached the altar, she realized the vows she was about to speak weren't hers to make. They had been written for her sister, and now she would speak them, to a man who had claimed her sister's life and was now claiming hers by default.
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Bad Mafia's Endangered Rose

At nineteen, Roslyn has her life carefully mapped out in the quiet hill station where she lives with her sister-in-law Diana and two adoring nieces. She's sworn to stay far away from the mafia world that destroyed Diana's family and claimed everyone she loved. It's a simple promise: no criminals, no dangerous men, no connections to her only brother Lirio who now took over her father's mafia empire. Roslyn made a promise she intends to keep—no matter the cost she'd never fall for a killer. Then one moved in next door—all dark eyes and dangerous smiles, claiming to be a friendly stranger. Augustus's lying. He's the Apex. And he's hiding in her backyard. Fresh from winning the Blood Gauntlet and claiming the title of Apex—the deadliest young assassin in a generation—he's supposed to be lying low, healing, and staying invisible while every crime family in the hemisphere hunts him for the ultimate prize: a favour from the Mafia Lord himself. Instead, he's stealing roses from her garden to leave on her window, pillow, in between notebooks. And slowly, dangerously, becoming part of her world. She tries to hate him. He makes it impossible. Rose thinks he's an arrogant intruder who's trying to steal even her niece and nephew's affection. He thinks she's a naïve dreamer playing at normalcy while danger circles closer than she realizes. They argue, they clash, they nearly kiss in his terrace garden under the stars. And with every late-night tutoring session every shared secret, every moment of unexpected tenderness, the walls between them crumble. But Rose isn't the only one falling. And unknowingly their fate is uncovering a conspiracy. The dark truth about the massacre that destroyed his family as it begins to unravel a web of lies that reaches into the highest levels of his own organization. The closer they gets to the truth, the closer danger gets to Rose. Because someone wanted their mafia family dead. And when they discover its heirs are still alive—the last surviving ones to a legacy of power—they'll finish what they started. Two people trying to escape their fates. One impossible choice. He can return to his world and protect her from afar. Or he can stay and risk everything—his title, his life, and the fragile promise Rose made to the family she has left. In a story where loving the wrong person can get you killed and trust is a luxury neither can afford, Rose and the Augustus(Apex) must decide: Is love worth dying for? Or is survival worth living without it?
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HEART OF THE DRAGON KING

Elara Ashford, 23, has been living a lie her entire life. She was brought up as Princess of Veridia, wearing silk and jewels, and she believes she has royal blood in her veins. However, when a marriage alliance insists that she marry the dreaded Dragon King of the North in order to stop war, her adopted family reveals the terrible truth: she was born with the real princess. She is merely the daughter of a commoner, a stand-in for the legitimate heir who was concealed for her "protection." Elara is now being sent to her death with a single, unachievable task: either make the monster fall in love with her or her real family, the commoners who abandoned her, will be put to death for treason. The Northern Kingdom is a real-life nightmare. Towers of obsidian are circled by dragons. In courtyards, Fae warriors hone their blades. In dimly lit hallways, witches murmur. And in charge of it all is Kael Draven, the ancient and deadly Dragon King, whose touch burns like dragonfire, whose amber eyes see through every lie, and whose court keeps a watchful eye on the frail human bride like wolves circling wounded prey. Elara anticipated a monster. She discovers a king who is plagued by centuries-old curses, haunted by betrayal, and frantically searching for his fated mate, whom he believes will break the curse that is slowly killing his people. He believes that *she* is a bond. She's not his mate, though. Wearing a stolen crown, she is a fraud. Elara learns that people have been lying about the North for generations as she makes her way through assassination attempts, lethal court politics, and a developing fascination with the dragon who could burn her with a single breath. Humans have betrayed the "monsters." And centuries ago, a human princess betrayed Kael himself, bringing a curse upon his entire kingdom. Elara's world falls apart when the real Princess Seraphine is found—beautiful, gifted with magic, and Kael's *actual* fated mate. Kael and Seraphine's mate bond is unquestionably ancient and ignites instantly. Elara ought to move aside. Let fate do its thing. However, Seraphine didn't have to spend months gaining the dragon warriors' trust. didn't put her life in danger to lift old curses. didn't fall in love with a monarch who taught her that monsters are created, not born. Elara is faced with an impossible decision after learning that Seraphine is a part of a plot to overthrow the Northern Kingdom from within and that the "true princess" is the real danger to the precarious peace: – Lose Kael to his true love and expose Seraphine. – Keep quiet and watch the kingdom she has come to love burn. – Fight for a love that wasn't supposed to be hers. Because bloodlines aren't always important to the heart. Sometimes love is forged in dragonfire rather than in the stars. Furthermore, the girl who wore a stolen crown, Elara Ashford, is set to demonstrate that fate isn't the most potent form of magic. It's a decision.
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