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The SALVATORE family

In a world ruled by power, reputation, and control, a single deception binds two lives together in a marriage that was never meant to exist. When Elva Williams, a quiet, middle-class orphan raised under the shadow of the Rodriguez family, is forced to take the place of Victoria Rodriguez at the altar, she steps into a life that was never hers. What begins as a temporary arrangement quickly turns into a prison when she is married to Matthew Salvatore—a cold, calculating military officer known for his authority and ruthless control. Unknown to everyone, Matthew is fully aware of the deception from the very beginning, yet he chooses silence, using the situation as a weapon to take revenge on the Rodriguez family. Inside the grand Salvatore mansion, Elva lives like a caged bird—surrounded by luxury yet stripped of freedom. While Matthew’s parents treat her with warmth, unaware of the truth, Matthew himself remains distant, dominant, and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as control slowly shifts into something far more complicated. Beneath his cold exterior, a growing obsession takes root—one he neither understands nor tries to stop.Elva, however, refuses to lose herself. With a dream of becoming a doctor, she clings to her ambition as the only piece of her identity that remains untouched. But when Matthew begins to tighten his control, denying her even the chance to pursue her future, she realizes she must escape—or risk losing everything. On her eighteenth birthday, she makes her move. With nothing but courage and desperation, Elva escapes the mansion, leaving behind a letter that reveals the truth of her identity and the deception that brought her there. While the Salvatore household is shaken by the revelation, Matthew is left with something far more dangerous than anger—an emptiness he cannot ignore. As days turn into weeks, his search for her becomes relentless. He neglects his duties, loses control of his discipline, and descends into a quiet obsession that consumes him entirely. Meanwhile, Elva rebuilds her life from nothing. Living in a small rented room, she studies, works, and fights for the future she almost lost. For the first time, she experiences freedom—fragile, uncertain, but real. Yet even in her new life, the past lingers, refusing to fade. Because Matthew Salvatore does not forget. Realizing she would never abandon her dream, he begins searching where it matters most—colleges. One by one, he checks every institution until fate finally brings them face to face again. What follows is not a reunion, but a capture. In a moment that strips away her hard-earned freedom, Matthew takes her back—this time with no intention of letting her go. Back in the mansion, the truth is no longer hidden. His family demands punishment. They demand a proper marriage, a rightful bride, a restoration of honor. But Matthew refuses them all. In a declaration that shifts everything, he claims Elva openly—not as a mistake, but as his responsibility, his decision, his possession. Trapped once again, Elva finds herself facing a harsher reality. This time, escape is no longer an option. Matthew tightens his control, even going as far as taking away her education—her dream—as punishment for running away. But instead of breaking, something inside her changes. She stops running. She starts planning. Realizing that force will never win against someone like Matthew, Elva chooses a different path—one of strategy, patience, and quiet rebellion. If she cannot escape the cage, she will make the one who built it open the door himself.As obsession deepens and resistance sharpens, their relationship transforms into a dangerous battle of will and emotion. Control clashes with freedom, power with identity, and somewhere in between, something far more complicated begins to take shape—something neither of them is ready to name.In a world where one refuses to let go and the other refuses to surrender, the question remains— Will she ever truly be free?
JOLLYbear_ · 12.9k Views

THAT LOOK...!

What held two people together? well, the answer is simple it is memories. The time we spend with others which will give you a meaning to your life are the memories that can never be erased . They'll cling to you like an anchor, keeping you grounded when you might drift away, or pulling you under when you try to rise. Like a coin with both hell and heaven. It is up to our's to choose this one are we thinking them as. Some might see them as the meaning of their lives while others see them merely as burdens. But what if someone clings so desperately that they refuse to let go, gripping tighter and tighter, even when it means holding on past death itself? Well, like they say, not even death can tear them apart. They'll follow you to the very edge of hell and beyond, just to stay by your side. For you, they would watch the world burn… no, they would set it ablaze with their own hands. There's nothing they wouldn't sacrifice, nothing they wouldn't destroy. Dare I call this love? well I just did... My first written story on webnovel so, Show me some support by commenting.. "the story is just frictional and have no relation with the real history..!" HOW TO READ : (season 1) (.) indicates, someone's internal voice...(mostly MC's) *(.)* indicates ,that person internal voice.... Ex : shaan * hi ( they are staring)* , it is shaan internal voice. {.} a conversation without MC knowing (new) Not brackets, it is just the narration without anyone thinking it...
allzg · 24.9k Views

Reincarnated as the Villain's Spouse (BL)

He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again
sonamakoi_20 · 34.5k Views

A Scandal By Any Other Name

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIES WARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️ Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy / Found family [Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.] To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed. Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the "Golden Duke"—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society. But it’s all a lie. Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her. When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue. Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley. She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s "Diamond," Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer. Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years. He decides to play her game. He will let her find him a wife. But he has no intention of choosing anyone even Lady Celine. "You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you." As mysteries turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own. She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years. What to Expect: * High Stake Mystery: They try to untangle themselves from the Farrington’s trap. * The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors. * The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off. * High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut. * Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around. * Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!). Excerpt: "Your Grace, please focus," Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. "Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world." Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his "Golden Boy" mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath. "And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?" he whispered, his voice rough. "Show me." "I—I cannot show you, It I s not in my place to—" "Then teach me," he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. "Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 569.9k Views

Sold To The Cruel Prince

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?
Golda · 29.9k Views

ChronoNet: I Accidentally Brought the Internet Into History

ChronoNet: I Accidentally Brought the Internet Into History Richard Neitzmann has £27.40 left, a failing system around him, and no remaining path forward. His work is taken. His house is gone. His mother lies in a hospital bed inside a process that moves too slowly to save her. Richard can see exactly where everything is breaking. He just has no authority to change it. Then something answers him. A hidden intelligence calling itself Descartes offers a single possibility: Change your position in time. Minutes later, Richard wakes in Europe in 1347. The plague has already begun. His phone still functions—but it is no longer just a device. Through ChronoNet, Richard gains access to something far more dangerous than information: The ability to see patterns before they happen. At first, it helps him survive. Then it makes him useful. Then it makes him impossible to ignore. As disease spreads through streets, markets, and trade routes, Richard begins to understand the real structure of collapse: movement, contact, labour, fear. And once he sees it, he cannot stop himself from acting. But knowledge does not stay neutral. Every correct decision gives him influence. Every influence reshapes the city. Every change draws attention. From priests. From merchants. From those who profit from chaos. And from something behind ChronoNet that may not be guiding him at all. Because the question is no longer whether Richard can change history. It is whether he is the one making the decisions. Or the one being selected. New chapters released daily.
AurelRiven · 12.7k Views

One-Night Stand with the Wrong Prince

[Mature Content - R18+ | Lustful Romance] The law says you must fall in love in six months. But what if you’ve already sinned with the wrong man in one night? In the Kingdom of Arindale, marriage is not a contract—it is a performance. The egotistical Emperor and his romance-addicted Empress believe they are the world’s greatest matchmakers. Their law is simple: every high-society couple has six months to "fall in love" through a series of mandated, intimate courtships. To fail is to insult the Crown; to succeed is to secure the bloodline. Lady Kaia Taryn is the black sheep of a decorated military house, a rebel with a sharp tongue and zero interest in the "perfect" life. Her sister, Victoria, is the empire's darling—the woman destined to marry the Paragon of Arindale: Prince Aeron Valdamar. To the ton, Prince Aeron is a statue of virtue—cold, disciplined, and untouchable. But Kaia knows the truth. She knows the way his hands feel when they aren't wearing white gloves. She knows the dark, voyeuristic hunger in his eyes. And she knows exactly what he sounds like when he’s breaking every rule of "respectable" society. Because one month ago, under a mask of anonymity and a haze of spirits, Kaia and Aeron shared a night of depravity that should have remained a ghost. Now, Kaia has been moved into the palace, promised to Aeron's soft-spoken younger brother, Prince Beckett. She is forced to watch her "perfect" sister be courted by the man who branded her skin in the dark. But Aeron has no intention of playing the saint for long. Behind the silk curtains of the palace, a treacherous game begins. It starts with a lingering look during a royal promenade. It escalates to secret touches beneath the Emperor's banquet table. Soon, Aeron is demanding more than just her memories—he wants to watch her break, and he wants her to watch him ruin her. Between the Empress’s forced romantic dates and the constant threat of the gallows, Kaia and Aeron are spinning a web of lies. They are supposed to be falling for their betrothed, but in the shadows of the Arindale court, they are busy committing the most delicious treason of all. Falling in love was the law. Falling in lust was their death warrant.
BonnieBear · 45.1k Views

Race: The Perpetual War

The realm is bleeding, caught in the perpetual meat grinder of four sovereign empires locked in total war. Deception, plundering, and endless slaughter are the daily realities, all boiling down to a single, primal law: kill or be killed. The death toll stopped mattering centuries ago; today, the blood spilled is simply the price of their sole obsession,the absolute destruction of their enemies. Each faction is driven by its own dark ideology. The Human Empire believes the only way to end the chaos is through complete conquest and the absolute subjugation of the realm. High in their pristine lands, the Elves use devastating magic to "purify" the world, viewing the other three races as a rotting plague infecting their sacred lands. The highly intelligent Dwarves run the realm's war engine as hyper-industrialists, building terrifying siege engines for profit and mechanical superiority. Meanwhile, the Greenskin Horde:a terrifying alliance of swarming Goblins and massive, tree-splintering Orcs fights a bitter, desperate war of survival and revenge. Yet, paradoxically, a twenty-kilometer scar of land between their borders remains untouched. Known as No Man's Land, it is the only safe haven in the world, a fragile, sacred truce forged by the First Rulers back in Age 0. It stands today as an ironclad monument to the collective cries of the countless innocents who burned in the ancient crossfire, a rule honored by even the most ruthless generals. In a world consumed by bloodshed, the true battle isn't just for survival it's to see who will be left standing when the ashes finally settle.
mid891530 · 4.7k Views