•••[Excerpt]••• "Stop... Stop!" Rosana's voice quivered as tears of fright brimmed her vision. She had been crying for hours, but not because she was leaving the beautiful life she had planned with her fiance behind. She was crying because her newly wedded husband had tortured and murdered a man mercilessly on their wedding night. "Stop, please..." He ignored her. "No... Stop touching me. Take your bloody hands off me!" Indeed, his hands were covered with the blood of the man he had killed earlier. But he didn't care. "S... Stop touching me!" He grabbed her neck and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "You shouldn't make me do this on our wedding night, Bambolina. You are mine and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, and however I want, till death do us part, Mi Amor" ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Rosana Marcello was already living the life she had dreamt about. With her boyfriend-turned-fiance by her side, nothing could be more perfect. Some weeks before the wedding, she was called back home by her parents and welcomed with devastating news. She had been betrothed since when she was a little girl but never knew. Now, he has come to claim what is rightfully his. With or without her approval. He is deadly, He is evil, He is the ruthless Sergio De Niro, known by everyone. Rosana can't escape this. She can't run away from him because he will comb the world and kill everyone in it, just to find her. She is now his possession, his property. It's either she tames him and melts his cold heart or he breaks her into a thousand pieces. Will she succeed or get consumed by his burning hell?

"You must have been a princess where you came from," Kael said mockingly. "Coddled, obeyed, worshiped, even." He paused and tilted his head, studying her like she was something strange and delicate. "But here, you are nothing." "I am not nothing," Lyra whispered, hating how weak it sounded. "You are what I allow you to be," he continued as though she hadn't spoken. "And right now, you have two choices." He held up two gloved fingers. "Sing for me and live," he said. "Or keep trying to run and die trying. You will not escape. You will run and I will hunt. You will hide and I will burn. You will pray and I will listen. You can fight, you can scream, you can rage. But in the end, you will still belong to me." "And what if I choose death?" He looked at her then, amusement flickering in his eyes as if she had offered a pleasant puzzle. "Then I will bury you so deep not even the wind will find you, little songbird," **** Lyra, a werewolf Princess with a siren voice, grew up dreaming of her wedding to Rowan, her childhood best friend and her father's chosen heir. But on the day she was to be marked as Luna, a ruthless demon Alpha, Kael Dravon stormed the celebration, claiming she belonged to him. Dragged into the Shadowlands, she learns that Kael didn't come for power. He came for her voice, the siren's song that can break his curse. But Lyra refuses to sing. Not if they pressed a blade to her throat and carved the song from her. But the longer she stays with him, the more the truth unfolds. Maybe he didn't steal her at all. Maybe he saved her from the very people she loved.

Years ago, Calla Ward was coerced into signing a contract that changed everything. She was a soft-hearted, naive girl who had been head-over-heels for Norman King for as long as she could remember. While she was seen as nothing, he was a powerful billionaire who was untouchably out of reach and a man she shouldn't have fallen in love with. But in fleeting moments when he looked at her and smiled at her, he made her feel seen, important and wanted. When she was told he wanted to have a child with her, she believed it was because he loved her and wanted a future with her. What started as a dream come true slowly turned into a nightmare that ended on unforgivable terms. She gave him everything, but she was given nothing in return. Heartbroken, shattered, and disposed of like trash, Calla must find a way to make him pay for everything he did to her. She thought revenge would be easy and sweet, but it had other plans. What happens when they both fall into a dangerous game of seduction and manipulation? Norman does not recognize her as the same woman in the past and his curiosity is piqued the moment she gets his attention. He sees her as a challenge, a puzzle to unravel, and a code to crack. Now, the game is on, and he is hooked. Can Calla keep her true identity and intentions hidden while they both play the dangerous game of cat and mouse?