Iris has ten months to save her daughter which means ten months to be married to a stranger, ten months to survive a life she never asked for. Alaric Vanderbilt is untouchable, infuriating, and entirely unexpected. His life is so private that only a few have ever seen his face. And there’s one rule she must never break: don’t fall in love. In a marriage built on secrets, deception, and unspoken rules, every glance could spark desire, every word could ignite a war. Iris is about to discover that even the most untouchable man can change everything.

“Is he still breathing?” The question made me freeze and I glanced at him. I didn't want to check but I still did anyway. “Barely,” I muttered, using my other hand to support my phone. I pulled my hand away from his face when he seemed to vomit blood. “He's vomiting blood,” I said, the panic I felt making my voice shake. “What should I do?” I asked when they seemed to launch into a bunch of jargon. I followed the instructions to the best of my ability and soon enough, my cardigan was on the most ghastly injury in his abdomen, sucking up the blood. ... Fired after exposing corruption, Avery leaves her job with nothing but a box and a need for revenge. In a dark alley, she saves a dying stranger and walks away, believing it means nothing. A week later, she walks into a job interview and finds him again. Stefan Schmitz is a powerful billionaire who cannot recognize faces. Not after the accident that stole that part of him. To him, people are voices, patterns, and names on a list. But when he sees Avery, something in him shifts; something that refuses to let her become just another stranger. And in a world where he remembers no one… she is the only exception.

My father gambled away our house. Then he gambled me away Now I belong to three monsters who don’t believe in mercy: An Alpha who commands wolves, a vampire prince who collects obedience, and a Fae royal who lies as easily as he breathes. They say I’m the prize. They’re wrong. I’m the crown. And they’re about to bleed for it.

Guinevere Lancaster scams the wrong people to survive. Rowan Kane owns the city’s underground routes, and now she owes him more money than she can ever repay. Instead of killing her, he gives her a job: transport his product across borders using her talent for deception. One failed delivery means death. One successful mission drags her deeper into his world of violence, power, and blood-stained secrets. But the more Guinevere learns about the warlord everyone fears, the more she realizes Rowan may have approached her with a deadly intention ... “This is very ridiculous. Twenty thousand dollars became fifty million because of that?” I was bewildered by his level of usury that I could only stare at the unfazed man. He had his black hair styled with gel and sat so quietly like he was making legal money. “You're a fucking loan shark,” I accused, narrowing my eyes at him when he chuckled. “I'm far away from that.” What could he be then? Was there another term for it now? I glanced at hulk who seemed ready to kill me then at his boss, thinking of a way to escape. Could I sweet talk them? It was definitely not going to work here. “I'll pay you your twenty thousand,” I said, giving him my charming smile. He stared silently for a long time that I had to wave my head while praying that he had actually dropped dead. “Dip her,” he commanded.