Five years ago, I shattered my father’s skull and vanished into the shadows. To the world, I was a ghost. To the medical school, just a quiet student. To the most ruthless mafia Don in New York? I was the ultimate prize. Killian O’Connor is a monster in a bespoke suit. Cold. Lethal. Dominant. He took over the city with blood on his hands and an iron rule: No drugs, no mercy, and no loose ends. My father murdered his little sister. Now, Killian has come to collect his debt. He didn't just break into my clinic on a rainy midnight—he pinned me to the exam table, stripped away my forged identity, and dangled my family’s lives on a string. "You are my hostage now, little Moretti," his dark voice purred against my ear, his large hand ripping through my clothes without an ounce of pity. "Your freedom, your safety, and your body… all belong to me." I promised myself I would do anything to survive. I gave him my father’s secret list of political puppets. I let him lock me in his golden cage. I even let him press his cold steel knife—and his scalding lips—against my skin. In his subterranean hell, I was supposed to be his enemy. So why does his cruel possession feel like the only safe haven I’ve ever known? "Marrying My Father's Enemy" is a dark, angsty mafia romance with explicit steam, a possessive hero who'll burn the world for his woman, and a strong heroine with a dark secret. Guaranteed HEA.

He was the king of Manhattan. She was the trap designed to bring him down. Ivy Sinclair didn’t return to New York to play nice. Ruined by a treacherous family and stripped of her rightful inheritance, she has a three-step plan to survive: play the fool, strike from the shadows, and use Weston Shaw—the ruthless CEO who practically owns half of Manhattan—as her ultimate weapon. Step one? Seduce her way into becoming his personal secretary. But a wild, anonymous night fueled by revenge and mistaken identities ruins everything. Ivy wakes up next to a masked stranger, leaving him cuffed to the bed with a mocking message written across his abs. She thinks she’s closed the book on her past. She thinks she’s finally even. Until she walks into her first day of work at Meridian Global... and locks eyes with her new boss. Weston Shaw doesn’t do mistakes, and he certainly doesn't do feelings. He is a predator in a tailored suit, used to hunting down anyone who dares cross him. But ever since that fateful night, he’s been thoroughly, hopelessly obsessed with finding the mysterious cat who stole his first time, ruined his favorite custom shirt, and vanished into thin air. Now, she’s sitting right outside his office, playing the innocent new secretary. Ivy is determined to keep her distance, complete her mission, and destroy the Sinclair family. But Weston is playing a different game entirely. He doesn't want to break her—he wants to possess her. As the lines between workplace business and late-night pleasure blur, Ivy realizes a terrifying truth: the dangerous billionaire controlling her days might just be "Ashwood"—the faceless online confidant who raised her through a screen, broke her heart years ago, and knows her darkest secrets. In a war of billionaire schemes and hidden identities, who will bend the knee first?