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Leo died in a stupid accident. He wakes up inside a novel he once read — as Viscount Damien Kaelan, a petty villain whose only role in the story is to falsely accuse the powerful Duke of Blackwood… and then die in disgrace. There’s just one problem. He’s already accused the Duke. With debt collectors at his door, his reputation in ruins, and a mysterious system assigning him survival “quests,” Leo has one goal: rewrite his death flag before the plot catches up to him. But the Duke is watching. Cold. Intelligent. Unforgiving. And far more interested in Damien’s sudden transformation than he should be. In a world of nobles, politics, and quiet power struggles, survival isn’t about strength. It’s about knowing which lies to tell… and who’s dangerous enough to see through them.

Caius Valenti is the iron fist that rules an empire built on fear and flawless precision. He tolerates no weakness, no error—not even 0.001%. A single fracture in his border security costs a general his career, his freedom, and possibly his life. Mercy is a liability; control is everything. Until Elara. She enters his world as a carefully constructed lie: a woman already claimed, already carrying another man’s child, a fabricated past designed to keep him at arm’s length while she dismantles him from within. But the lie becomes a cage of its own. The more Caius believes she belongs to someone else, the more violently he wants to make her his. He restrains himself through months of torment—cold showers, sleepless nights, the agonizing discipline of never touching what he believes is already taken—because to him, she carries his heir. He will not risk the child. He will not risk her. When the truth shatters—her untouched body, her deception laid bare—his rage is apocalyptic. He takes her virginity in fury, punishing the lie with brutal possession, leaving her marked, broken, and irrevocably his. Yet even in that violence, he cannot let her go. He bathes her afterward with shaking hands, tucks her into clean sheets, and watches her sleep like a man guarding something infinitely precious. Elara, trained to destroy him, finds herself undone by the man beneath the monster: the one who remembers her favorite tea, who cradles her through nightmares, who quietly bankrolls her brothers’ lives and secures the best doctors for her dying sibling—not out of kindness, but because they are extensions of her. She falls—hard, irrevocably—into the very darkness she was sent to extinguish. What follows is a war of silence and surrender. Caius locks her in ice: cold commands, deliberate distance, the threat of total ownership without tenderness. Elara fights back—not with escape, but with defiance. She wears his shirts, invades his office, refuses to eat alone, forces him to see her until the ice cracks. When it finally shatters, the river beneath flows dark and unstoppable. Public claimings in restaurants where his hand disappears beneath the table while rivals watch in frozen silence. Weddings where he stands beside her brothers as silent protector, funding miracles and futures because they are hers. Nights where he takes her with reverence and nights where he takes her mercilessly—until the final, untouched part of her body is his too. The pain, the tears, the begging to continue, the merciless claiming, the tender aftercare that follows—every act binds them tighter. In the end, there is no escape. There is only the river—deep, dark, flowing only one way. To him. A dark, obsessive romance of power imbalance, forced proximity, public humiliation and possession, anal claiming, intense aftercare, hurt/comfort, enemies-to-lovers-to-obsession, and a love so all-consuming it remakes them both.

She watched him for thirty days. She memorized his insomnia, his two-finger pours of Macallan at 3 AM, the way his eyes moved across a room like he was calculating distances. She catalogued his routines with the detachment of a scientist and the patience of a predator. She thought she was in control. She was the one being studied. — In the darkest channels of the dark web, Anya Voss is known as The Eye — an information broker who has never met a network she couldn't crack, never met a target who saw her coming. Julian Sterling was supposed to be her most lucrative job. Infiltrate his home system. Find the buried crimes of a man too powerful to be touched. Collect the payout. Disappear. Instead: thirty days of surveillance that was never hers. A security code that was an invitation, not a barrier. A hidden archive that opened without resistance — because it had been left unlocked, and she had been expected. And a man who looked through a camera she had spent eleven days concealing, and said her name. Now Anya is inside Julian's world — his prisoner, his analyst, and the only person who might be able to solve a problem that has defeated everyone before her. Because she isn't the first person he's brought here. There was someone before her. Thirty-seven someones, each one with a file in a partition she's not supposed to open, each one concluded with a single, irrevocable word: Withdrawn. Julian Sterling is not the monster she was hired to find. But the thing watching them both from the abyss might be. In a city under invisible surveillance, the most dangerous truth is the one you were always meant to discover.

Five years ago, Evelyn Shen was drugged, framed, and driven out of the country she called home — by the people she trusted most, on the worst night of her life. She didn't break. She rebuilt. Now she's back: sharper, colder, and carrying enough power to dismantle everything they built in her absence. She didn't come back for closure. She came back for the account. But Evelyn didn't return alone. Beside her is Leo — five years old, IQ unmeasurable by standard metrics, and deeply unimpressed by most things, including authority, social convention, and firewalls. When he accidentally walks into a man at the airport and recognises something unsettling in the stranger's face, Leo does what Leo always does when presented with a problem: he investigates. Methodically. Quietly. By hacking into the man's billion-dollar corporate mainframe. He meant it as a diagnostic. A soft knock. Alexander Sterling — CEO of the Sterling Empire, architect of more corporate collapses than most people have had bad days — experiences it as a declaration of war. He locks down the city's most prestigious hotel. He traces the breach. He kicks in the door expecting a ghost in the machine. What he finds instead is a woman he last saw five years ago, standing very still, and a five-year-old in miniature glasses holding a juice box, who looks back at him with his own eyes. "Your security architecture is inefficient," Leo says. "I fixed a few things. You're welcome." Alexander Sterling has faced hostile takeovers, government investigations, and boardrooms full of men who wanted him destroyed. He has never, before this moment, been outnegotiated by someone who still needs a booster seat. He's about to lose again.

Trapped by an unfair contract, Eva was determined to do whatever it took to end the contract and ensure it ended with her alone, but she never expected to be sent to the enemy as a spy. “Nothing complicated,” they said. “Yeah right.” How was she going to find a man even her so-called ‘boss’ couldn't find? But left no other choice, she set off, following the instructions given to her, searching high and low not knowing the one she sought was right beside her. The man whose presence lit up her day and made butterflies flutter in her stomach even when he didn't mean to. Yes, Eva fell in love. And now? Eva was trapped between dangerous organizations, one has her heart and the other a contract that could ruin everything all over again *** Excerpt: “You hate me now, don't you?” Eva said as she pulled on the jacket, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to shatter her to pieces. Her eyes darted towards the man who had his back to her. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her. She thought, biting her lip. “I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. I promise to disappear from your sight. You'll never see me again…” “Eva…” his voice sliced through the dark room that was barely illuminated by the moonlight, cutting her mid sentence. Her breath hitched at the edginess his tone carried. Eva held her breath when he turned, his broad back slowly shifting until he stood facing her. She almost couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid of what she would see. Those steely grey orbs that always seem to stare into her soul were even more unreadable now. “Come here, Eva,” his tone suddenly changed, losing its sharp edge. “What?” When she took longer processing his words, he took a step towards her while she instinctively took a step back. Seeing that, he stopped and held her gaze. “Come here, Eva,” he repeated, his voice becoming firmer, an order she was compelled to obey. With both hands clutching tightly to the oversized jackets, she took slow and staggering steps towards him. Her heels clicking on the tiled floor with each step and the silence of the room amplifying them. She felt bare under his intense gaze but she couldn't stop her legs from moving towards him. She knew he could be frightening, but this was the first time she had ever faced this side of him. Yet, her legs still moved, obeying his command. “I… I promise… I won't…” “Keep moving, Eva,” he ordered again when her steps slowed down as she started talking. Eva gulped but did as he ordered until she was standing a three foot distance from him. Unable to hold his gaze, she stared down at her feet. The red straps of her heels now an eyesore but she would rather look at them than at his eyes. Or face. “In your eyes, am I that shallow, Eva?” He asked, his tone calm and calculated. Eva snapped her head up as soon as those unexpected words left his lips.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

[BL] To pay off his debt, Lim Garam decided to debut as an idol under the entertainment company that belongs to the loan shark he owes. But the contract he signed wasn't a business contract. It was a marriage contract with Song Sihyuk--- the Alpha among the Alphas, and a third-generation chaebol at that. Lim Garam is a Beta, so he never understood Song Sihyuk's obsession with him. But maybe he should have known the moment his contract husband asked him THAT question: “Do you want me to turn you into an Omega, Lim Garam?” *** #omegaverse #betaxalpha #omegaxalpha #sassybeta #suddenlyomega #redflagalpha #toxicrelationship #secretmarriage #showbiz #idol #chaebol #ceo

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?

In a quiet coastal town where nothing extraordinary ever seems to happen, seventeen-year-old Elara Wynn hides an impossible secret — she can see the futures people were meant to have… but lost. Every regret, every abandoned dream, every choice that changed a life leaves behind a fragile echo — a “forgotten tomorrow.” And somehow, Elara has been collecting them since she was a child. When a grieving boy arrives in town carrying a future so broken it threatens to unravel reality itself, Elara discovers that forgotten tomorrows aren’t just memories — they are pieces of possibility, waiting for someone brave enough to restore them. But rewriting fate comes at a cost. As the boundary between what is and what could have been begins to fracture, Elara must decide: Is she meant to protect the world’s forgotten dreams — or sacrifice her own future to save them? In a story about regret, hope, and the fragile beauty of second chances, The Girl Who Collected Forgotten Tomorrows explores the haunting question: What if the life you lost was still waiting for you?

Detatched and efficient. he has always finished his tasks till his resent task where everything starts going wrong.

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”

(WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!!!) In a land divided by elements and ruled by powerful lords blessed by ancient gods- Ignarion- god of fire. Vireon -god of storms. Caelion- god of wind. Neryth-goddess of ice and water. And Thalor- god of earth. Every alliance forged and every oath sworn carries the weight of divine power... and ancient prophecy. For centuries, each lord has coveted more power, more dominion, and more control. One spark is all it takes to ignite war. Born of fire, Aurelia Flameborne was once the pride and beloved daughter of Ashmere. A beautiful warrior princess, destined for greatness and betrothed to Neris Winterbourne, the cold and noble Lord of Winter. All of that shatters the day the witch Ishara curses her. After the devastating War of Ashmere, Her face becomes scarred, her magic fractures, and her family locks her away in the tallest tower, too ashamed to let the world see what she has become. Even her fiancé, the Lord of Winter, abandons her for another. But destiny refuses to let her fade. When whispers from the North threaten to end her engagement, Aurelia's heart shatters. But before her world crumbles completely, a storm rises. Valerian Stormborne, the ambitious and enigmatic Lord of Thunder, steps forward to claim her. Now bound to a tempest, Aurelia finds herself caught in a whirlwind of betrayal, political games, and the unexpected warmth of love from her tempestuous husband… and her husband's son who calls her mother. But beneath the surface of mortal schemes, the gods begin to stir. Buried deep in the ashes of Caelmont lies an ancient prophecy: A child blessed by all five gods, born of powers that should never mix, will either unite the fractured realms… or bring about their ruin. Now, every Lord wants that child. Every kingdom seeks to control fate. But the gods? They have plans of their own. Now Aurelia stands at the center of obsession and war. The Lord of Winter who rejected her wants her back. The Lord of Wind hides desire behind a cunning smile. Her sister, plots from the shadows. And Valerian, the man who swore she'd "never be a wife," to him begins to burn for her with a passion he cannot control. Caught between storms, gods, and a love that could destroy kingdoms, Aurelia must rise—or the realms will fall.

Willow wakes in a hospital bed injured, medicated, and alone. She is informed that her life, as she understood it, ended weeks earlier. Her fiancé is there. Calm. Controlled. He explains that they broke up before the accident and that the separation was mutual. He says he remained by her side only out of decency. He is already involved with someone else, his boss’s daughter, and speaks as though this version of events has always been established fact. No one in the room challenges him. The doctors attribute Willow’s disbelief to concussion and trauma. Nurses lower their voices and repeat the same explanation with careful reassurance until it becomes official, documented, and final. Each repetition strips away her certainty, replacing memory with doubt. When Willow looks to the one person who could contradict him, she finds no relief. Her fiancé’s closest friend, a man who has never hidden his dislike for her, says nothing. He offers a brief nod that confirms the narrative without words. With that single gesture, the past is closed. Every detail they present contradicts what Willow knows she lived. Weeks have been erased. Conversations have been rewritten. A relationship has been reassigned without her consent. If she resists, she will be labeled unstable, emotional, and unreliable. She will be the only one insisting that reality has been altered. So Willow stays silent. Within that silence, something colder begins to take shape. She begins to question why her fiancé needed the past rewritten at a moment when she cannot safely object. She begins to wonder why his closest friend chose this precise moment to agree. She begins to realize that decisions were made about her while she lay unconscious and defenseless. The Quietest Knife is a dark psychological romance centered on gaslighting, betrayal, and power disguised as care. It follows a slow, deliberate descent into manipulation, control, and revenge, where harm is inflicted quietly and authority wears the mask of concern. This is not a story about forgetting. It is a story about being rewritten calmly, professionally, and without resistance.

It all started with that one proposal, a deal-turned-bait pulling him into something dark, yet irresistible and inescapable. ____ Ryan Kane is mixed-race, poor, and worst still, in a university where everything screams "silver and gold". He thinks his scholarship and education are his only way to a future better than his present. But this guy's grades aren't helping matters as he keeps juggling between lectures, attendance, and part-time jobs. The lower his grades get, the closer he is to withdrawing, going back to his deadbeat of a father, and having a life with nothing. Well, he absolutely doesn't want a reality like that, and to avert that, his only option was getting a tutor. Ryan’s desperate enough to ask Adrian Val. On campus and to everyone, Adrian is the perfect, well-behaved, brilliant heir to a top conglomerate family. While in private, he is a possessive, manipulative jerk who does a lot of unimaginable things. When Ryan proposes tutoring to him, Adrian offers that he pay with his body instead. To him, Ryan can't afford his time and knowledge with just his measly bucks. Ryan says yes to the offer, and along the line, he falls heavily for Adrian. But even when Adrian rejects his confession and treats him like a toy way worse than before, Ryan doesn't leave. He wants the tutoring, the intimacy, the sex, his persistent feelings for Adrian, and the tiny hope that Adrian's heart may steer towards him. It gets even messier when Adrian’s friend Liam enters the picture. Liam is calm, kind, and actually cares about Ryan, but he holds back his feelings to keep the peace. Then there is also Chase, a rich troublemaker who openly flirts with Ryan. Trapped in a dirty cycle of sex, love, and heartbreak, everything Ryan had and held dear to him came tumbling gradually. And by the time he realizes the depth of it, it is too late. Too late to even hold onto anything. Only to be caught between three powerful men who all want a piece of him for different reasons. ____ Years later, the campus gates are closed and Ryan has built a life for himself away from the shadows of Westhill. But his new career brings him face to face with the man that once broke him... Graduation was only a temporary escape This story contains #slowburn #toxic #drama #psychological #heavy and detailed smut scenes #red flag top #trauma #obsession

Audrey Roberts is an elusive artist whose real identity is hidden from the public, she goes by the name ‘Nightshade.’ She had a traumatic past and had managed to flee from a manipulative and controlling ex, who would stop at nothing to see her downfall. Deprived of all assets and desperate for stability, Audrey seized the golden opportunity to join Lawson Industries as a secretary. However, there was a catch: she had to pose as the fiancee of the company's CEO. What seemed like a simple task soon complicated her emotions, as she found herself catching feelings for the very man she was in a fake relationship with. Little did Audrey know that she might just get more than she bargained for. How would she navigate through when her true identity comes to the limelight and she also discovers the company's dark connection to her past, amidst her love for the CEO?? Dive into the story to find out.

Twenty‑one‑year‑old Sorrel only wanted a normal night out. Instead, her date turns dangerous—too fast, too suddenly—and she runs for her life into the one place no human should ever enter: the Veilwood. The forest should have rejected her. Its boundaries have been sealed for a century, swallowing anyone who tries to cross. But Sorrel’s terror awakens something ancient inside her. Her dormant Sovereign Arcana flares to life, opening the Veilwood’s barrier just long enough for her to slip through. The forest senses her fear… and chooses her. Crossing the threshold triggers the Sevenfold Binding, tethering Sorrel to seven powerful men whose magic answers hers: a storm‑touched warrior, a shadow‑born spy, a wildfire mage, a gentle healer rooted in earth, a silver‑tongued illusionist, a moon‑blessed seer, and the boundary‑breaker who should not exist. Their fates are now tied to her survival. Their instincts sharpen around her. And the Veilwood itself begins to wake. Hunted by the prince who destroyed her family, Sorrel must learn why the forest opened for her—and why the Arcana has returned after a century of silence. But the deeper her bond with the Seven grows, the more dangerous her destiny becomes. The Veilwood did not choose lightly. And Sorrel is no one’s pawn. To survive, she must decide whether to run from the power inside her… or rise as the Sovereign the realm has been waiting for.

In the Empire of Aurelith, dragons are remembered as monsters-and scholars are forbidden to question why. Lioren Quill, a quiet archivist of the Ivory Vault, never meant to uncover the truth. But when a forbidden text binds him to an ancient Bloodglyph Contract, he becomes entangled with the Empire's greatest enemy: Vaerith Draven, the last dragon sovereign, whose memories hold centuries of erased history. They are meant to destroy each other. Instead, they are forced into an alliance neither can escape. As war looms and secrets surface, Lioren must choose between loyalty to the world that raised him-or the dragon who remembers what the world tried to erase. And Vaerith must decide whether trusting a human is worth risking the last truth dragons have left. Because some bonds are written in blood. And some enemies are never meant to remain enemies.

[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.

"If something happens to me, it wasn't an accident." Sixteen years ago, those were the last words Amara Reyes heard from her father before he died at Vale Industries. Heart attack, they said. She was twelve and powerless to do anything about it. Now she's a journalist with nothing to lose, and someone really wants her to stop asking questions. Black roses. Threatening messages. Her photographer beaten. Her best friend gone. And the cold billionaire CEO whose company killed her father offering one choice: stop digging or face the consequences. Roman Vale doesn't make threats. He makes promises. But when blackmail forces them into a fake engagement, everything changes. She needs his resources, he needs her silence, and working together uncovers a truth that shatters everything: both their fathers were murdered sixteen years ago by the same killer. Fake engagement turns real. Enemies become allies. And the person who killed their fathers is watching, waiting, ready to make sure history repeats itself. Because some secrets are worth killing for. And some truths are worth dying for.

Have you ever fucked a stranger in an airplane bathroom on Valentine's Day after having the worst day of your life? Yeah. Me neither. Until my boyfriend decided to give me the plot twist of the century on the most romantic day of the year—cheating on me with half of New York in our bed. So I threw caution to the wind and let a masked stranger bend me over in a cramped airplane bathroom and fuck me until I saw the stars. No faces. No names. Just the best orgasm of my life and a silent agreement we'd never see each other again. Except four weeks later, I'm starting fresh as Executive Assistant to Finnegan Wolfe — billionaire CEO, certified control freak, and the most infuriatingly gorgeous man I've ever had the misfortune of working for. And my new boss is the stranger who wrecked me. He just doesn't know it yet. Now I'm navigating a job I desperately need, a past I'm desperately hiding, and a man who makes me forget every reason I'm supposed to stay professional. The only question is — what happens when he finally remembers? This is a steamy office romance with secrets, lies, and enough sexual tension to melt your Kindle. PARTICIPATING IN WSA 2026 — I'M COUNTING ON YOUR SUPPORT!