Seraphina Voss has spent her whole life surviving. Poor rooms. Empty cupboards. Locking her doors at night and hoping nothing breaks in. When a violent incident leaves her unsafe, she has only one place to go, the home of her stepsister.The Draegor estate is nothing like the world she knows. It is rich, cold, and ruled by power. And at the center of it stands one man she should never think about.Alderic Draegor.He is feared. Untouchable. A man people do not question. He is Isabel’s father, and that alone should make him forbidden. He barely looks at Seraphina, barely speaks to her, but when he does, it feels dangerous. Like something waiting to snap.They both know the rule: nothing can happen.But rules break when desire is buried too deep.Behind closed doors and hidden faces, want turns dark. Control slips. Lines are crossed that can never be erased. When the truth finally comes out, Seraphina loses everything, her home, her sister, and her sense of safety.And then comes the one secret she cannot run from.Some love is wrong.Some desire destroys.And some men will burn everything just to keep what they claim.

He runs a hand through his hair, the weight of it all pressing on his shoulders.“You think I married you out of pity? You think I hate your silence? No. I hate that your silence keeps me locked out. That I love you… and you’ll never hear it.”To the world, Maria is the perfect silent wife, beautiful, obedient, and deaf.But behind closed doors, she hears everything…Including the love her cold billionaire husband swears he’ll never confess.When she secretly trades places with her troubled twin, a web of lies, danger, and forbidden truths explodes.He thinks he’s lost the only woman he’s ever loved.She may never make it back to him alive.A marriage built on silence.A love louder than words.And a secret that could destroy them both.

{MATURE CONTENT} “I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip. Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak and now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. “No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.” His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, steady, ruthless. My lips parted to curse him, but only a broken moan came out. Before I could breathe, he shoved four thick fingers inside me. My knees buckled and I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold on, to keep myself from falling apart. The filthy sound of him moving inside me filled the room, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge. “I’ll show you,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine. “You were mine then. You’re mine now. You’ll die mine.” I wanted to scream that I despised him, that I would never forgive him. But my body betrayed me, breaking apart as I came hard around his hand, my soul spilling into his touch. And he only smiled, dark, knowing and sinful, like the devil who had always owned me. ~~~~~ She was the pastor’s daughter. He was the devil’s son. Ten years ago, Tamara Baron lost Isaiah Cannighan, the boy who stole her heart, then abandoned her at the altar and was believed dead. But the ghost she mourned has returned, alive and far more dangerous, a ruthless mafia king with blood on his hands and only one obsession: her. On the day she tried to marry another, Isaiah kidnapped her, tearing her from safety and dragging her into his dark world of power, secrets, and sin. She swore she hated him. He swore she was his. And in his world, there is no escape—only possession.