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Family is a luxury not everyone can afford. Adelyn learned that the day Clara returned to the Scott family —and she quietly stopped belonging. No one abused her. No one hurt her openly. But the love that was once hers alone became divided. The attention that once chose her … became something she had to borrow. And whenever something precious stood between her and Clara —Adelyn was the one asked to let go. Not once. Not twice. But every single time. Her dreams. Her choices. Her place in the family. Her heart didn’t break in a single moment —it wore down slowly … until nothing remained worth fighting for. So, she erased herself from their world. Not in anger. Not in revenge. But to save what little of herself was left. ————— Seven years later, Adelyn returned. Not for the Scott family. Not for their love. She came back for the dreams she was once forced to abandon —and this time, nothing would be taken from her. No compromises. No sacrifices. Only her life. Her rules. She breathed in freedom. “No family…no shackles.” But just then— Two small arms wrapped around her legs. She stiffened. Looking down, she met a pair of familiar doe eyes staring up at her with unwavering trust. “Mama … Eira waited long for you. Don’t leave again.” …Mama? Before she could understand or react, a tall shadow fell over them. A man stood there —gaze sharp, cold, claiming —looking at her like she had belonged to him. “You dared to show up again?” Adelyn felt clueless. She would have asked him what he meant, however — Before she could speak — the ground vanished beneath her feet. A powerful arm lifted her effortlessly. “Since you dared …” his voice dropped —low, restrained, dangerous. “Don’t think of escaping again.

“You need a wife.” She said. “What makes you think that you are cut out to be my wife?” Oliver asked. The smug smile on his lips was the only indication that he didn’t find her suggestion offensive. “I am not like any of the other women you’ve been with before, Mr. Morton.” Seductively, she let her fingers draw patterns across his chest. “Ms. Sophia, are you aware that you’re playing a dangerous game?” He asked, capturing her fingers that were busily tickling the five o’clock shadow along his jawline. “I am.” But really, was she? But this was not the time to back out now. To second-guess herself. “But are you brave enough to play my game?” She dared, looking him directly in the eyes. Without giving him time to react, she kissed him. Damn! She knew she should stop. This man was her enemy, but her body wouldn’t let her. She missed this. Being wanted. Being desired. Being... No! Not love. This was not love. Oliver saw her as an object. A beautiful woman to conquer, nothing more. And she should feel the same way. No! She could not fall back into his charms. Armed with this realization, she busily let her other hand wander off until she felt it. The hard, metallic weapon that he put aside. Grabbing it, she immediately placed it on his temple, mimicking his action earlier. Then, she gradually pulled her lips away. “Are you gonna kill me now?” The great Mafia Don asked, but she could not see any trace of fear in his eyes as he stared at her. Only curiosity. “No, as I said, I’m not like the woman you’re used to. I know what I want, and I get it.” She said confidently, while slightly pushing her body harder against his. Damn! Her body still responded the same way to him, just as she remembered it. “And what do you want, Ms. Sophia?” He asked, lifting his hand to cradle her chin gently against his fingers. But he never attempted to remove the gun she had placed threateningly against his temple. The most feared man in the city just sat quietly, watching her. “As I said, marry me?” *** Amelia Clarke might have been the curvy, nerdy girl who was constantly bullied and mocked by everyone, but she still won the heart of the Quarterback King. Oliver Lambert. But her happily ever after came to an end too soon. After four years of keeping their love affair a secret, she finally discovered that Oliver was not the man she thought he was. It turned out that he was the heir of the Morton Group and the next Mafia Don. Moreover, he was already engaged to a famous heiress. Now, Oliver’s father, the current Mafia Don, wanted her out of the picture. And he would do anything to finish the job. Leave Oliver, or he would make her and her family’s lives miserable. Give up the custody of her child, or the child would not see the light of day. Amelia tried to seek Oliver’s help, but the misunderstanding between them, plus Maximus manipulations, had already caused irreparable damage to their relationship. Left desperate and with no other option, she tried to run away with her family so she could protect her child. But the accident happened, taking the lives of her parents and unborn child. But was it really an accident? Left with nothing but a broken heart, she moved away. What started with love eventually turned to hate. What was once a promise of forever became a hunger for revenge. For six years, she lived with only one thing on her mind. To make her ex and his family pay. Motivated by vengeance, she returned as a completely different person. Amelia Clarke was dead. The chubby nerd was no more. In her place, Sophia Maddison was born. A supermodel and a promising entrepreneur. Her first agenda. Infiltrate the Morton’s business. Seduce the new Mafia Don. Oliver Morton. Marry him. Then, take everything that mattered to him. His business, his family, and even his child. *** [Warning: Mature steamy content, moderate violence, and some inappropriate language] COVER PHOTO - Credit to the owner.

She has died for him nine times. In every past life, Seol Areum loved the same man — cold, brilliant, and utterly unreachable. A crown prince. A warlord. A nameless soldier. A ruthless CEO. Different faces, same soul. And in every single life, she watched him die in her arms... or worse, watched him forget her entirely. Now she's back. Again. Reincarnated into the body of a disgraced noble's daughter in a kingdom on the brink of war — and he is here too. Prince Kaien. The most feared man in the empire, with eyes like winter and a heart locked behind walls she's spent nine lifetimes trying to break. He doesn't remember her. He never does. But this time, something is different. Because this time — he's looking at her first. And this time, Seol Areum isn't going to cry, sacrifice herself, or let fate win. She's going to be selfish. She's going to be ruthless. She's going to make him fall so deeply that even death won't be able to take him from her. But the closer she gets to breaking his walls... the more she realizes the truth behind all nine of her deaths. It was never fate. Someone has been killing her — on purpose. "I have loved you across nine lives and watched you forget me every time. This is the last time I will be the one to break. In this life, I choose myself — until the moment you choose me too." — A story about love that transcends lives, a woman who refuses to be a sacrifice, and a man slowly remembering a soul he was never meant to forget.

[Warning: Mature Content R-18+] Ren, a world-class chef with a low tolerance for idiots, didn't plan on dying. She definitely didn't plan on waking up in a jungle where the men have ears, tails, and absolutely zero concept of personal space. Welcome to the Beast World, where "courtship" usually involves a dead carcass at your feet and a very direct sniff of your behind. Ren’s goal? Survival. The Beastmen’s goal? Breeding. Armed only with a cast-iron skillet and a Gourmet Hunter System that trolls her as much as it helps, Ren realizes she has a unique problem. Her cooking is so good it cures the beasts' "Feral Madness." The side effect? It makes them incredibly… frustrated. Now, she’s stuck with four apex predators who look at her like she’s the main course. Ren just wants to open a restaurant and introduce civilization to these savages. Unfortunately, they’re more interested in glazing her buns than the ones in the oven. Warning: Contains heavy comedy, shameless flirting, accidental flashing, and a slow burn that will leave you as thirsty as the male leads. ----- Excerpt: "Put that down!" Ren shrieked, wielding her spatula like a sword. Kael, the massive White Tiger beastman, froze. He was currently naked, gloriously muscular, and holding her lace underwear between two sharp claws like it was a delicate flower. "This," Kael grumbled, sniffing the fabric deeply, "smells like you. But why is it so small? It covers nothing. Is this a courting gift?" "It’s a thong, you over-sized house cat! Give it back!" "No," Kael growled low in his throat, his golden eyes darkening with heat as he stepped closer, backing her into the kitchen counter. "If you want it back, you’ll have to take it from me. Preferably with your teeth." [System Notification: The Target 'Kael' has entered Mating Heat. Recommended Action: Run... or appease the beast.] Ren looked at the system screen, then at the eight-pack abs in front of her. "I hate this world." ** Let's Connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887

After finishing a tragic novel where the villain is betrayed and killed by his own beast husbands, Li Wei does what any reasonable reader would do. He rants about the ending. Then he gets hit by a car. When he opens his eyes again, Li Wei finds himself inside that very novel, reborn as Su Ningyan, the future villain destined to walk a path of madness, war, and blood. Ten years before his fall. Ten years before his death. In the original story, Su Ningyan’s unstable phoenix beast core drives him toward forbidden power, turning him into a feared villain who ultimately dies at the hands of the men he loved most. This time, Li Wei refuses that fate. He will avoid the villian arc. He will heal his beast core. And he will stay far away from the four terrifying beast princes who will one day become his husbands. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. The academy meant to heal him becomes a battlefield of tension, rivalry, and instinctual bonds. The beast princes notice him far too early, and the more Su Ningyan tries to escape the plot, the tighter destiny coils around him. Because in a world ruled by beast bloodlines and ancient bonds, some connections cannot be severed only delayed. And the husbands who once killed him… may not be willing to let him go again. **** Excerpt Su Ningyan didn’t know where he was. At first, he thought he was dreaming. His body felt warm... too warm... and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, sharp and clean, like lightning after rain. He turned onto his side. And froze. A pair of golden dragon eyes stared back at him from inches away. The man was breathtaking. Long black hair spread across silk pillows, sharp features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Su Ningyan’s chest, heavy and suffocating. His face went pale. “What the—” “You’re awake.” The man smiled faintly. Jun Haoxuan. Azure Dragon Clan. Future Beast King. And, according to the book, one of the men who would eventually become his husband. “Did you sleep well?” Jun Haoxuan asked calmly. Su Ningyan’s eye twitched. He was supposed to be avoiding them. So why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?

They say you must not stare into a witch’s eyes. Don’t shed a drop of blood near a ghoul. Don’t approach shapeshifters without Springthorn leaves in your pockets. And never, ever, strike a bargain with the Dark Fae. And yet, Elain did the most dangerous of them all. - The moment she opened her door to him, her life changed forever. In the blossoming empire of Liandel where predators lurk not only in the shadows but also in broad daylight, Elain must pretend to be the sickly niece of a lord while hiding her true identity. She had been an expert at avoiding trouble, keeping a low profile and obeying every rule set for her. Until that one rainy night, when she tended to a wounded man during her vacation in the countryside. When they meet again in the city, she realizes he’s someone she should fear and never dare approach, so she keeps her distance. But he’s a vicious spider, always pulling her into his dangerous web. And perhaps it’s his mischievous nature, or his silver eyes that constantly challenge her, but in his presence, the mask she has worn for so long begins to slip, and she finds herself saying the wrong words or acting far too boldly for her own good. She fears the darkness. He rules it. He is everything she has always warned herself to avoid and yet she finds herself drawn to him all the same. And when corruption takes root, how can her fragile heart survive? Warning: Mature content

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

Love bound them. Deception sealed their fate. In the quiet village of Wisteria, Damaris lives freely—weaving tales and tending her herbs. Until a mysterious gardener arrives. Cold, silent, and unnervingly perceptive, he disrupts her peaceful life, sparking clashes, teasing, and an undeniable connection. With every passing second, irritation was slowly shifting to unease and unease to something neither of them can dare name. In a land of quiet mornings and dazzling nights, Damaris finds herself unsettled by his presence, sensing that behind his silence lies something dangerous. *** Excerpt How had they ended up in that position? Just a moment ago, there had been a distance between them. Now, the lake swallowed more than half her form, her chest pressed against his, her hand locked in one of his own while the other wrapped around her waist, daring her to break free from him if she willed. Yet her will was lost. His gray eyes held hers, steadfast and unyielding, seizing all form of reason from her. The water was cold, yet in that moment, a sort of warmth bloomed within her. From her heaving breasts to her feet that stood atop his own. “I—I thought you were immune to my charms,” the words left as a whisper that tickled the deepest parts of his ears. He leaned closer. “So did I” His lips met hers. Her world came to a still as she felt her entire being become molten silver. And Damaris knew… She was already undone.

“Everything is loud, Zhi’er,” Xinyuan murmured, voice low. “It’s only quiet when you touch me.” °° In his past life, Shen Ran was a hitman forced into the underworld by crushing debt after borrowing money to pay for his mother’s cancer treatment. Even after years of bloodshed, it wasn’t enough. She died anyway. On the night of his final job, just as he thought he would finally be free, Shen Ran was betrayed and shot in the head by his own boss. He expected death. Instead, he woke up in the body of Lin Wenzhi. A minor, forgettable character in a guideverse BL novel he had read the night before. A cannon fodder. A B-rank guide who appeared only three times and died the third. In this world, rifts tear open the sky, monsters pour through, and humanity survives through Espers and Guides. But the story doesn’t end in salvation. It ends in destruction. Because the male lead, a Disaster-Class Esper, eventually loses control and wipes out the entire universe. Knowing this, Shen Ran makes a simple decision. As Lin Wenzhi, he will stay out of the plot, avoid the main characters drama, and live quietly for as long as possible. Eat. Sleep. Work less. Survive. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. During a compatibility test, Lin Wenzhi is matched with the most dangerous Esper alive. Shao Xinyuan. Compatibility: 107%. The original protagonist’s compatibility? 97%. Which should have been enough. But Shao Xinyuan doesn’t care. He chooses Lin Wenzhi. Now, the cannon fodder who wanted nothing to do with the story is bound to the man destined to destroy it. And worse, Shao Xinyuan isn’t letting him go. ***** Cover created by KiXxX

He had no idea she had a death day... She has 30 days to live. He has no heart to give. Elise Griffin wants one thing before she dies... to love. Lucien Voss is the last man on earth who should be capable of love. A cold heartless billionaire whose brutal rejections have left a trail of broken hearts behind him. Their worlds collide and their perfectly curated lives get interupted. But what Elise doesn’t know… is that their story began long before this lifetime. He once lost her. Now fate has returned her to him... and he has no idea. He hated the idea of her. He hated that a maid was so daring to ask him out this way. He wanted her out of his life, he was ready to do anything to kick her out. But wait, why has his hate suddenly turn into an uncontrollable obsession? Why can he not let her go even in death? Why does his little bird have so much control over his sanity? ---- A Beast Swallowed by His Maid' is a dark billionaire/ (******lf) romance about Lucien Voss, a cold, powerful billionaire wrapped in secrets too dangerous to surface. His perfectly controlled world begins to crack the moment he meets Elise Griffin, a daring maid who does the unthinkable… she asks him to be her boyfriend. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession. What feels like control turns into chaos. As their bond deepens, the secrets Lucien buried for years begin to rise, one by one, threatening to destroy everything he has built. And just when you think you finally understand the story and the ties that bind them… ***BOOM*** An unimaginable plot twist hits, one that changes everything. But don’t worry too much… It will all pass. Or will it? ---- Reader Warning: This book contains: Toxic billionaires, Questionable life choices, SMUT, Emotional damage, Dramatic love confessions, ALL OF THE SMUTTINESS YOU CAN THINK OF! Painful secrets, Dark romance, SMUT, and a girl who should’ve chosen therapy instead of a billionaire. But oh well, she had only 30 days to live. What would you have done if it was you? And oh, it also contains red flags. So much red flag that you get red reading it. Read responsibly. Or don’t. ---- This book is in the spirity award competition. Please support. T for Thanks in advance.

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

Disclaimer!!! it contains mature and dark content. And a morally grey main character. Viewer's discretion advised ‼️ You ever punch a stranger and wake up the next morning to realize he’s your new boss? Yeah. That happened. I should’ve known the night I drank and went after that jerk, the universe was about to ruin my life in style. He didn’t even flinch. Just caught my fist midair, dragged me into a private room, and told me he could destroy me… or make me beg. Guess which one he chose. His name’s Cassian Wolfe. Ex-convict. Billionaire. Walking felony in a three-piece suit. And apparently... my new Boss. Now he owns my paycheck, my body, and every goddamn thought in my head. He calls me his pet, smirks like the devil knows a secret I’m too weak to resist, and every time he touches me, I forget why I ever said no. It’s sick, really. He humiliates me, ruins me, makes me crawl, and I let him. well because I have no damn choice... or maybe I just really like it.

[MATURE BL OMEGAVERSE] Griffin Mafia, the strongest group among the other mafias in Dormania. A country famous for having 60% of its population belonging to the mafia. Their leader is known to be quite mysterious and intelligent, Alastair Vale. Not many people have ever seen the dominant Alpha. But they are certain that he is a terrified cold hearted man who will get whatever he wants. At the same time, Alastair finds himself drawn to an Omega he often sees standing near a bus stop not far from a university, Noel Ashford. The only Omega who doesn't seem afraid of him at all and instead appears bold enough to answer his every word. "You think I'm weak just because I'm an Omega? Let me tell you something, Mr. Vale..." "Feisty Omega." 'Fuck, he turns me on.' A smirk appeared on the Alpha's face every time the Omega defied his words. Although love eventually blossomed between the Alpha and the Omega, reality would never allow them to live peacefully behind the gunfire. "I won't let you see Vale again! You will never be allowed to leave this mansion for any reason, let alone to see him. Not now and not ever!" "He's not as bad as you think! He's just—" Regis, Noel's older brother, glared at him with a sharp gaze and a face flushed with anger. "ALASTAIR IS A MURDERER!"

“One day I will kill you.” “Then I’ll die a happy man,” he says softly against her ear. She came to kill the mafia king. He made her his queen. Raven Caruso, the Caruso family's most feared assassin, was sent on a mission that should have been impossible: assassinate Vincent De Luca, the king of the underworld. But Vincent was waiting for her. Now bound by a dangerous marriage that shocks the Obsidian Council, Raven must navigate a world of power, blood, and betrayal while living beside the man she once tried to kill. The only problem? Vincent De Luca might be far more dangerous than she ever imagined. And he seems far too interested in his deadly new wife. Note: Contains R18+ and themes not appropriate for young audiences. Reader's discretion is advised.

SYNOPSIS “Six months, Minjae. Try not to fall in love.” Jisoo smirked, stretching a hand to Minjae who looked disgusted at the idea but took his hand. “I don't want to see your face after this. Deal?” Jisoo’s grip on the Minjae’s hand tightened for the fraction of a second. Thenㅡ “Deal.” Six months and they could go back to what they really wereㅡ Enemies. **************** The visual of a top idol k-pop group learns his company plans to quietly remove him in a year for being too “boring” as sales plummet. But when a drunken night with a rival Idol sparks dating rumors that send fans into a frenzy, the two companies force them into a fake relationship for publicity. What begins as a marketing scandal soon becomes something neither of them can control. Because the biggest lie in the industry…might be their feelings. WARNING This novel contains dark, taboo themes, including power dynamics, and explicit sexual content. It explores heavy elements such as dominance, submission, and morally complex relationships. This is not a soft romance or a feel-good story. It is raw, intense, and unapologetically graphic. Strictly for readers 18+. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

[Mature content. No rape] ____________________ "Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house. "It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob. "Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her. "I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed. "How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!".... ________ In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother. However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash. This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

This story revolves around Yn and Jungkook who entered each other's lives through an unexpected event.... And later had to get engaged because of some unfortunate rumours. But they are enemies and hates each other wholeheartedly... Will they be able to continue their relationship with their hatred? or their hatred might turn into LOVE...?

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

Willow Sheffield suffers a fate worse than death when she is sold as a slave to the cold and cruel Alpha King, Dorian Haywood. Dorian, who is given an ultimatum by the elder council to find himself a luna who would give him an heir to the throne did not expect his mate to turn out to be a lowly slave. Sparks fly when they meet, but the discovery makes Dorian extremely embarrassed and furious and he makes it his mission to break his mate instead of claiming her. Unable to take his horrible behavior anymore, Willow escapes, only for Dorian to track her down years later, and this time, she is stronger and she also has a son who carries the Alpha’s eyes. Now Dorian will fight anyone to make Willow his again. What will Willow do?