"Don't you miss daddy?” Cierra’s breath caught. “I thought I killed your ass…” A low, knowing chuckle followed. “Well… my cock found you, princessa.” Then he moved, fast...pinning her against the wall before she could think, before she could run. Cierra Monroe never chose this life. She only agreed to stand in her mother’s place, to wear the veil, sign the papers, and complete a wedding meant to protect her family while her mother faced a prison and court case she couldn’t escape. It was never meant to be hers. Never meant to follow her. But that one act tied her fate to a man she was never supposed to belong to… her stepfather. Now, what should have been temporary is anything but! Because somewhere between obligation and silence, between restraint and forbidden temptation......something unspoken begins to form, something neither of them planned, and neither of them can fully deny. What begins in secrecy tightens into obsession. What feels like protection shifts into control. And the line between duty, power, and desire slowly disappears as Cierra is pulled into a dangerous reality where vows carry weight, trust is fragile, and escape comes at a cost she may not survive. Because some promises were never meant to end. And some were never meant to exist at all. Alas, not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes… all that glitters is her stepdad.

"Hold up… hold up… this should be a threesome. Don’t leave me out of it." Ayra's heels cracked against the floor, every step announcing her return. She had died during a summer holiday... or so everyone thought. No one told her husband, Alexander Hale, the cold, magnetic CEO whose power could crush anyone. Her identical twin, Myrah Sebastian, stepped into Ayra’s life, her home, even her marriage, vowing revenge on the man she blamed for her sister’s death. But revenge has a way of twisting hearts. Passion flared, desire took hold, and Myrah found herself falling for the husband she intended to destroy. Then Ayra returned, determined to reclaim what was hers...and in that moment, Myrah realized: the devil you know is better than the angel you don’t. The Other Mrs.: Wrong Enemy, A twin saga of love, deception, and revenge.

“Am I wet?” I whispered, heart hammering. “Yes,” he murmured, eyes fixed on me. “And your feet… they’re trembling.” “I’ve never felt this way… for a man,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Then why me?” he asked, leaning closer, shadows flickering across his face. “Because… because my body remembers something my mind doesn’t,” I breathed, and suddenly the past I couldn’t grasp clawed its way back. Scarlett Vale wasn’t supposed to feel anything for a man...not after marrying Lila, the woman who saved her from the darkest winter of her life. But this Christmas, Lila insists they return to Scarlett’s snowy hometown, the place where she lost an entire year of her memory. And then he appears. The masked man in the red velvet Santa coat. Tattooed. Brooding. Uncomfortably familiar. His gaze lands on the uneven remnants of her red hair, and Scarlett feels a phantom ache from last Christmas, a Christmas she cannot remember and no one will speak of. When he brushes a strand of her hair, a memory strikes..snow. A scream. Scissors. Trembling hands. A whisper, “You won’t forget me again.” Suddenly Scarlett must confront impossible questions...Who can she trust? What did she sign when her mind was blank? And why does her heart respond to him, the man she should fear...and why does Lila flinch at every mention of his name and the past? The Velvet Masquerade is tonight, and Scarlett realizes the darkest truth of all: someone she loves is hiding a secret that could destroy her… and someone else is trying to claim her this Christmas....and Forgetting could cost her everything.

I stopped loving Christmas the night my parents were murdered under our glowing tree. Since then, the world celebrates while I pretend the season doesn't exist. Joy feels like a language I’ve forgotten, and desire is the only distraction I still understand. So when my friends sent a ridiculously handsome Santa to my doorstep, I was expected to slam the door in his face. But he looks at me like he sees every secret I’ve buried, every ache I’ve denied. And for the first time in years, something inside me stirs...warm, reckless, terrifying. Then he disappears a day before Christmas. Searching for him unravels a truth I never imagined: the Santa who made me feel alive again once stood beside the mafia that destroyed my family… and I am the last surviving heir they were meant to erase. Worse? he’s been ordered to finish the job. Now he’s back, torn between duty and something deeper, something he refuses to name. I can feel his conflict in every glance, every stolen breath. But is it love that binds him to me… or just the same hunger I tried to bury? This Christmas, I must decide whether to run, fight, or trust the man sent to kill me.

"Fuck… put it all in.” “It’s all in.” “I can’t feel a thing. Try harder.” “I don’t try hard, princess. I get hard.” "Yet,.I can't feel your cock?" That’s how it began...one forbidden night that changed everything.Lila Sinclair thought she was just another girl trying to escape her broken past. She was adopted into the Blackwood dynasty after her mother was arrested, but it wasn’t kindness, it was business. Mr. Blackwood made her a deal: within one year she must secure a husband from his empire, or she’ll lose her adoption, her status, and worst of all, her mother’s chance at freedom.But the Blackwoods aren’t an ordinary family. Ethan Blackwood is the golden son with soft lips, dangerous charm, and a hunger for her body that burns every time they’re alone. Damien Blackwood is his opposite,the ruthless storm, cruel with his words, rough with his touch, yet intoxicating enough to drag her into sins she swore she’d never taste. Both brothers want her, in their own way. Both are traps she can’t resist.Then comes the darkest twist...Mr. Blackwood reveals the real deal. He doesn’t just want her married. He wants her loyal. And loyalty has a price. If she kills one of his sons, he’ll release her mother and send them away free. If she refuses, her mother dies, and Lila’s life crumbles before her eyes.Now she’s caught in a deadly triangle of love, lust, and betrayal. Ethan worships her like a sin he can’t repent for. Damien destroys her and builds her back up in the same breath. And Mr. Blackwood is always watching, pulling the strings.Every kiss is dangerous. Every night could be her last. And with her adoption, her future, and her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Lila must decide: which Blackwood brother will she choose, and which one will she betray?In the Blackwood house, love is not a sanctuary...it’s a deadline with a body count. And when the year ends, someone will either be free, or someone will be gone.The clock is merciless: 365 days to marry or be erased. But to marry is to choose, and to choose is to doom someone she has come to want with an impossible, escalating hunger.

"Have you seen his body? The length of his ***?....Do not judge me, do not criticize me. He was hot, too hot to resist. And now here I am, drowning in my own mistakes. I am Maya Carpenter, the new transfer at Bethel Academy....Mathematics was never a subject I adored, Honestly, I hated it from high school down to college. Until I met him. Suddenly, I found every reason to love math.He was supposed to be my teacher. Just my teacher. The one meant to pass knowledge to me. And he did pass something to me… but trust me, it wasn’t knowledge. Call it weakness, call it madness, just don’t judge me.Professor Jonathan Ward. The man of reputation. The advisor everyone respected. The husband with a perfect family. But to me, he was temptation in human form. And to him, I was the devil in uniform.It should’ve been a mistake. Just one reckless night.... But that mistake became an obsession, his obsession, my addiction. Every time he tried to walk away, I gave him reasons not to. Every time he tried to resist, I made him burn.And now… he can’t escape me. His greatest fear. His destruction. His sin wrapped in plaid skirts and lipstick.Because once you taste a forbidden fruit, you’ll always crave another bite.