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Kısmet is not just a love story — it is a collision of faith, fate, and fire. Iliana Mohammadi lives for purpose. Devoted to curing cancer and protecting the vulnerable, she believes faith is strength, not weakness. Jungkook grows up believing in nothing but power, wealth, and control. Where she sees divine order, he sees coincidence. Where she kneels in prayer, he laughs in disbelief. Their first meeting is not romance — it is war. But when a dangerous conspiracy begins eliminating those who attempt to find a cure for incurable diseases, Iliana becomes a target. Her parents are murdered. The research is threatened. And to survive — she fakes her death. Jungkook is left shattered. Loss becomes his turning point. Grief strips away his arrogance, forcing him to confront the emptiness inside him. In the ruins of heartbreak, he finds faith — not for her, but for himself. Jungkook dies with his disbelief, and Syed Adan is born. Meanwhile, darkness grows elsewhere. Elvin Wahida Khatun — a criminal lawyer with a secret life in the underworld — wages war against drug networks and the monsters who ruined her childhood. Ayaan, a surgeon devoted to saving lives, finds himself loving a woman built from violence and survival. Their love burns bright — and ends in sacrifice. When Iliana returns, alive but changed, she meets not the arrogant atheist she once knew, but a man rebuilt by belief. Some love stories reunite. Some end in graves. And some are written long before the characters ever meet. Kısmet is about loss, redemption, hidden wars, and the kind of destiny that cannot be outrun — only accepted. Because what is written for you will find you… even after death.

To have the ability to see into people's past has no real appeal for the teenager this story is about, letting him only use it as amusement and to show off when he was drunk. Never look into someone's past beyond a superficial level. Never try to find out more than you should. NEVER. EVER. LOOK. INTO. THE. FUTURE. But everything changed the moment he was forced to look into the future, was forced to investigate the circumstances of a murder, and was forced to make the acquaintance of the victim's twin brother('s fists). The more time passed, the more it appeared that the primary reason for this murder wasn't a local, but a global one. This single, marred corpse was the beginning of a threat that would shake the world. (MC loses a screw when he enters the prison.) Slow Burn, BL, first-person view; MC is shorter than ML BUT we have a SWITCH-COUPLE! Love interest falls in love first; both MC and ML are straight, mutual bending, Enemies to Lovers) Many thanks to MelBri for helping so skillfully with any kind of grammar error! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ* WARNING: sexual content, excessive violence, graphic violence, torture, disturbing scenes https://discord.gg/FvX9PeWraY

[Super Sweet] -------- Upon her return to the homeland, YuXi unexpectedly locks horns with her nemesis, Gu Linhan, setting off a chain of comedic catastrophes. "Mr. Gu, Miss Yu has made a scene at the celebration, and Miss Shen is not unscathed." "Mr. Gu, it seems Miss Yu has inadvertently sold your company..." "Mr. Gu, the family patriarch's prized new robot has fallen victim to Miss Yu's misadventures..." Each incident prompts Gu Linhan to close his eyes, reminding himself with a mix of exasperation and resolve: "The wife I chose, I must love through thick and thin." ------------ YuXi and Gu Linhan are the quintessential odd couple, whose long-standing animosity is challenged by YuXi's unexpected pregnancy. YuXi is determined to terminate the pregnancy and cut ties, but Gu Linhan, despite his protests and gruff demeanor, is deeply smitten.

#PossessiveAlpha #SharpTonguedOmega #RoyalCourt #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurn #ABO #Mpreg #EliteGuards #KnifeDuke #ScandalRomance #DepartmentOfSpite The Emperor’s bloodhound knows only how to hunt and he’s found a very interesting new prey. Gregoris Frasner doesn’t do polite conversation or slow dances. He doesn’t charm at banquets or linger for court gossip. He kills when ordered, tracks threats no one else can see, and sleeps better when his hands are stained with something real. His loyalty belongs to the Emperor and his Consort. Everything else is temporary. Until Rafael Rosenroth. Rafael was supposed to stay out of this. He’d spent years avoiding his mother’s arranged marriages, carefully balancing court expectations with just enough distance to be safe. But after one too many incidents, he was drafted into Gabriel’s infamous “Department of Spite,” where diplomacy is sharp, everything is weaponized, and affection is more dangerous than betrayal. But fate and Alexandra pushed him right into the depths of hell. What began as a joke turned into an obsessive alpha and an omega who wants nothing to do with him. Books order: Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL) Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega

He promised he would never forget her… Years ago, Velaria Lopez met Dylan Martinez in a hospital, where pain and fear brought them together. In that fragile place, they made a simple promise—to find each other again, no matter what. But life had other plans. After a tragic accident takes her parents, Velaria loses everything… including her identity. Forced into a cruel home and given a new name, Vera Williams, she grows up surviving a life she never chose, holding on to nothing but a small red box and a promise that never faded. Dylan, on the other hand, grows into the cold, powerful heir of a billionaire empire—forgetting the girl who once meant everything to him. Years later, fate brings them back together at the same elite school, Sterling Heights Academy. But this time, he doesn’t recognize her. To him, she’s just a poor scholarship student. Now, as their worlds collide, Will the truth resurface? will Dylan remember the girl who meant the world to him? Read to find out more!!!

Aadhya Verma never imagined that one transfer could feel like stepping into an entirely different world. From the simplicity of her village school to the polished chaos of Imperial School of Knowledge, everything feels unfamiliar—too big, too loud, too… much. But the real shock? Section E. The one section everyone avoids. The one filled with boys who don’t follow rules, don’t respect authority, and definitely don’t welcome outsiders. And Aadhya? She’s the only girl there. Surrounded by the most unruly, rebellious boys in the entire school, she quickly realizes this isn’t just about adjusting—it’s about surviving. Leading them is Vivaan Oberoi—arrogant, unpredictable, and dangerously sharp. He doesn’t like change. And he definitely doesn’t like her. What starts as cold hostility soon turns into a battle of egos, words, and wills. Vivaan and his friends make it clear—they want her out. But Aadhya Verma isn’t someone who backs down. With her stubborn resilience, quick wit, and unbreakable spirit, she refuses to leave. Instead, she stands her ground—challenging them, provoking them, and slowly… changing things no one thought could change. Because sometimes, the people who try hardest to push you away… are the ones who end up closest. Amid chaos, clashes, laughter, and unexpected moments, Aadhya finds something she never expected— friendship, belonging… and maybe even love. This Story by title it says it's a remake of Ang mutya ng section E but with an Indian version of it. Just with a few changes. I hope you like it. Offcourse all credits to Ate Lara for this Amazing story line. we love you...

"In the elite Hakuho High School of Tokyo, there is only one king: Renji Hayasaka. A genius who tops every exam with a perfect score and a cold heart. But his peaceful reign is interrupted when Aika Tachibana, a fierce topper from Kyoto, transfers in. After being ignored and outranked, Aika does the unthinkable—she challenges the 'Ice King' in front of the entire school. Will her determination melt his frozen heart, or will she remain forever in his shadow? The ultimate academic war begins now!"

Princess Yasmin's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

The most unlucky woman in the world vs The most mysterious man in the world. A piece of paper declaring a marriage alliance between two enemy families was not her business. Because she would never be picked as the bride anyway. Officer Tai Liwu's bad luck was not just broken heels, exploding cars or birds pooping on her head. It also extended to her dating life--which did not exist. She had resigned herself to a lifetime of arresting bad guys and surviving death with zero romance. But when her sister has a panic attack before walking down the aisle, Tai Liwu is shoved into the bridal hall and told to smile. On the other side of the aisle, City Lord Shen Weijun was dealing with his own disaster: his brother, the intended groom had drugged him, put him in the grooms clothes and bolted! Forced to step in under a false identity, Weijun expects nothing more than a political farce. After all, their families are sworn enemies and this wedding is supposed to be a ceasefire, not a love story. But trouble brews when Weijun finds himself falling for the sharp-tongued police officer who can arrest a pickpocket with one hand and chase after her hat with the other. Pretty soon, he is more interested in kissing her than fearing her bad luck and suspicious intentions. And Liwu, her "bad luck" takes a twist when on her wedding night, she awakens a bad luck system, throwing their lives into chaos.

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]

Grace Pembroke spent three years married to James Blackwell, the most powerful man in London's tech industry. He was ice-cold and distant. She was patient, hopeful, broken. On their anniversary, she finally accepted the truth: he didn't love her. She slid the divorce papers across the breakfast table. He signed without looking. He was too busy texting Victoria, his ex. Humiliated and shattered, Grace walked out of the courthouse that same day and fainted on the pavement. The pregnancy test in her pocket remained secret. She couldn't tell him. He'd already decided she meant nothing. She fled to Singapore. For five years, she built something from nothing. A tech company. A reputation. Power that made the world listen. Her little son became her greatest treasure. His father was a ghost in his genes. Then James's company began to crumble. Bad deals. Failed projects. A empire built on stone started cracking. And Grace stood at a podium in London as the mysterious founder of a global tech empire, ready to acquire everything he'd built and destroy it all. At the press conference, her son tugged her hand. The cameras caught it. The world saw a little boy with James's exact eyes call her Mom. And James understood what he'd thrown away. Now he has to win back the woman who holds his destruction in her hands. But Grace isn't the same broken wife anymore. She's power. She's vengeance. And she's never going to let him hurt her again.

Iris Campbell made one desperate choice to survive: disappear into a new name and new face. When she meets James Ashford at an elite charity dinner, the ruthless billionaire sees only beauty and perfection. She lets him believe it. She marries him in secret, not for his money like he'll later assume, but to hide from the people hunting her. For six months, James believes his wife is a gold digger who trapped him into marriage. He demands divorce papers. He plans to erase her from his life completely. Then the men who want Iris dead find her. And James discovers the terrible truth: his wife married him to protect him. The enemies hunting her would have used him as leverage. The marriage was her shield, not her trap. Now James must fight to keep a wife he just betrayed. He must prove he can be trusted with her real past, her real name, and her breaking heart. And Iris must decide if love is possible when everything between them was built on a lie.

Sarah Mitchell has one chance to save her career. Her editor gave her six months to expose the corruption at Kade Harrison's company or lose her job. She's got mounting evidence, dead sources, and exactly zero leverage. Then she meets Kade at a hotel bar on a night when she's tired of being afraid. One night. That's all she tells herself it will be. But then her two pink lines change everything. Kade Harrison runs one of Chicago's biggest corporations. He makes decisions that affect thousands of lives. He's used to getting what he wants. Women want him. Investors trust him. The board does what he says. So when he wakes up next to a woman he can't stop thinking about, the smart move is to walk away and forget her. Kade is always smart. Except he doesn't walk away. Except she turns out to be the journalist trying to destroy him. Except she's pregnant with his baby and refuses to stop her investigation. Sarah thought she was going to take down a corrupt CEO and save her career. She didn't expect to fall for the man she's trying to expose. She didn't expect him to be different from what her research showed. She didn't expect to want him. Kade thought he had control. He didn't expect her to be smarter than his lawyers. He didn't expect her to turn down his bribes. He didn't expect to lose his mind when she cries in his office, scared about the baby they created together. As Sarah digs deeper into Kade's company, she uncovers secrets that threaten to destroy everything. As Kade tries to protect her, he realizes his corruption runs deeper than she knows. Someone close to him is the real enemy. Someone in his inner circle has been framing him, using his company as a cover for something darker. When Sarah's investigation goes public and Kade is branded a liar on the news, she realizes she made a horrible mistake. She fell in love with the man she was hunting. And now the world thinks he's guilty. But Kade doesn't break. Instead, he chooses her. He opens his books. He exposes his own corruption to clear his name and prove he's trustworthy. He stands on live television and tells everyone about their baby, about his love for her, about the woman who made him want to be better. And Sarah has to make an impossible choice: help him destroy the real criminals, or protect the secret that could still tear them apart. In the end, the biggest test isn't the one that turned positive. It's whether they can build something real from lies and manipulation and unexpected love.

Eleanor Nash has spent her whole life cleaning houses and serving rich people. When her estranged mother dies, Eleanor discovers a shocking deathbed secret: she was switched at birth with another baby. The real Eleanor is supposed to be an heiress. The real Eleanor is supposed to be married. James Ashford is a ruthless billionaire heir waiting to wed the woman his family chose years ago. He expects an obedient heiress from the prestigious Nash family. Instead, a terrified girl in a cheap dress shows up at the altar, claiming to be Eleanor Nash. James assumes she is a fraud trying to trap him. He is furious. He is insulted. He agrees to the contract marriage anyway, but only to protect his company from a hostile takeover. For one year, Eleanor must play his wife. He will treat her like a servant. He will mock her manners. He will make her regret every moment. But Eleanor is not who anyone thinks she is. When the real heiress is found dead in an accident that looks too convenient, investigation reveals the truth: Eleanor IS the real heiress. She was switched at birth thirty years ago. The woman who raised her was not her mother but her adoptive guardian. The woman James was supposed to marry was a thief and a fraud. Eleanor owns the Nash fortune. Eleanor owns the company. Eleanor owns everything James has been fighting to protect. Now James must face a wife he has humiliated, a woman who rightfully owns him. Can he prove his love was real beneath the cruelty? Or will Eleanor use her new power to destroy him the way he tried to destroy her? They were forced together by a contract. They were kept together by secrets. They might be held together by the only real thing either of them has ever known: each other.

Sold to the Schendlins by her gambling father, Bethany doesn't know how much danger she is in and the only one who can save her is her most despised enemy and rival....Xavier Vane. Forced into a intoxicating and contract marriage, she vows to make him suffer for everything he has put her through...but what happens when she discovers he's not the enemy? Is it too late to change?

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

The powerful Vale family is drowning in a massive debt owed to the criminal empire of Cassian Wolfe, head of the Wolfe Syndicate. To settle the debt, the family plans to marry their gentle omega son Eli Vale to Cassian. But the estranged older son Adrian Vale returns after six years away. Adrian is no longer the rebellious heir the family exiled. He has become something far more dangerous — a calculated, highly skilled assassin who survived the criminal underworld. Instead of sacrificing Eli, Adrian takes his place in the marriage, entering the Wolfe Syndicate as the “omega bride.” However, this marriage is not submission. It is a strategic infiltration.

For three years, Sienna loved a man who would never choose her. Alessandro Castellano kept her tucked away in his penthouse like a secret he was ashamed of—expensive gifts, whispered promises, and late-night confessions that felt real until morning came and he went back to his fiancée. Sienna told herself it was enough. That what they had was love, even if it lived in the shadows. She was wrong. The night she overheard him confirming wedding details with Vanessa, laughing about honeymoon plans while Sienna waited for him in silk lingerie he'd bought her, something inside her finally broke. Not dramatically. Not with screaming or thrown objects. Just quietly, like a door closing on a room she'd never enter again. When Alessandro walked in and saw her packed bags, he didn't believe she'd actually leave. "You'll be back," he said, so certain of his hold on her. "You always come back." But Sienna didn't come back. Six months later, she's not the same woman who cried in his elevator. She's built a life without him—a real career, real friends, therapy sessions that taught her she deserved more than crumbs from a man's table. She's even dating Dante Moretti, the charming businessman who looks at her like she hung the moon and doesn't hide her from the world. There's just one problem. Dante is Alessandro's biggest rival, and he knows exactly who Sienna used to be. Alessandro's perfect life, meanwhile, is crumbling. His marriage to Vanessa is a cold business transaction that leaves him hollow. Every woman he looks at reminds him of Sienna. Every night feels empty. He thought he could have it all—the socialite wife his family demanded and the woman who actually made him feel alive on the side. Turns out, you can't have it both ways. When he sees Sienna again at a gallery opening, transformed and glowing on another man's arm, something primal awakens in him. She's not his secret anymore. She's not his at all. And for the first time in his privileged life, Alessandro understands what it means to lose something irreplaceable. He'll do anything to win her back. Burn down his marriage. Destroy his reputation. Fight his own family. Prove he's not the same coward who let her go. But Sienna's not the desperate girl who waited by the phone anymore. She's found her power, her voice, her spine. And watching Alessandro grovel? There's a dark satisfaction in that she probably shouldn't enjoy as much as she does. The thing is, hearts don't follow logic. Chemistry doesn't care about self-respect. And when Alessandro looks at her with those desperate, hungry eyes and says, "I was a fool, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you"—part of her wants to believe him. Part of her still loves him. But love isn't always enough, is it? Not when trust is shattered. Not when Dante's offering her stability and devotion without games. Not when Alessandro's vengeful soon-to-be-ex-wife is determined to destroy anyone he cares about. Sienna has to choose: the dangerous, intoxicating man who broke her heart but might have actually changed, or the safer path with a man who's never made her cry. Except Dante has secrets too. And Sienna's about to learn that sometimes the person who seems perfect is just better at hiding their flaws. In a world of billion-dollar business deals, family expectations, and old grudges, Sienna's caught in the middle of a war she never asked to fight. Both men claim they love her. Both men want to possess her. But this time, Sienna's not anyone's prize to win. This time, she gets to decide her own worth. And whoever ends up with her heart will have to earn every single piece of it—because she's done giving herself away to men who don't understand what they have until it's gone.

I married a monster to save my sister. Now he won't let me go. I have forty-eight hours to find $750,000, or my sixteen-year-old sister becomes collateral damage for our father's gambling debts. I'm a pediatric nurse with $340 in my bank account and zero options—until a man in a tailored suit finds me at midnight and makes an offer that sounds completely insane: Marry his employer. Ask no questions. Obey without hesitation. In exchange? Every debt erased. My family protected. Forever. I sign the contract without reading it. I don't meet my husband until our wedding day. Killian Archer is the most beautiful—and terrifying—man I've ever seen. Ice-blue eyes that miss nothing. A presence that makes grown men step back. And everyone in this city either worships him or fears him. The ceremony takes eleven minutes. He slides a platinum ring onto my finger like a shackle and says three words that change everything: "You're mine now." I expect a wedding night. Instead, he shows me to a separate bedroom and gives me rules: Don't leave without security. Don't ask about his business. Don't test him. He keeps his distance—cold, controlled, untouchable. But I see the cracks. The way his hands clench when I walk past. The way he watches me like I'm something he wants to devour. The way he stands outside my bedroom door at 3am like he's fighting a war with himself. He says our marriage is just business. Everything about him screams obsession. Then I discover the truth: Killian didn't just pay my father's debts. He created them. Bought out the loan sharks. Orchestrated my desperation. Trapped me so completely that I had no choice but to come to him. Because six months ago, Killian Archer saw me in a coffee shop and decided I was his. He doesn't do love. Doesn't do relationships. Doesn't let anyone close. But he'll manipulate me, bind me, cage me—make me want to stay even if it destroys us both. When I confront him, he doesn't apologize. Doesn't even pretend to feel guilty. "I take what I want, Isla. And I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." I should run. I try to run. But Killian's enemies are circling, and the most dangerous man in the city is somehow the safest place I've ever been. Then his rival kidnaps me to get revenge—and I watch Killian become something worse than a monster to get me back. I should be horrified by the violence. The darkness. The blood on his hands. Instead, I realize I'm falling in love with this beautiful, broken, obsessive man who would burn the entire world down before letting me be hurt. Our contract says eighteen months. But Killian Archer doesn't know how to let go. And I'm starting to think I don't want him to.

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.