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After He Chose His Secretary, I Married His Mafia Brother
I stayed with Dante through eight years of climbing from a neglected second son to the man who ran the city's private security empire. He said when the funding came through, when the family stabilized, he would marry me. At my best friend Sofia's wedding, the bouquet finally landed in my hands. The whole room cheered for him to propose. Then Dante took the bouquet from me and handed it to his secretary, Valentina. That same night, when Valentina claimed someone was following her, he sent her my armored car and my two personal bodyguards—and told me to find my own way home. "She's my secretary. I have to protect her. Don't make this difficult, Bella." He didn't know that was the last chance I ever gave him. Next week's Moretti-Russo wedding? The groom did carry the Russo name. But it wasn't him. It was the man he feared most—his older brother, Luca Russo, who controlled the family's overseas business and was already recognized as the next Don. After that wedding, I would become the future matriarch of the Russo family. And Dante? He could only bow to me—his sister-in-law.
Painted in Omertà-The Don's Black Diamond
On the eve of our engagement party, my fiancé suddenly left the banquet. The youngest Capo in New York's underworld left behind only a cold, indifferent instruction. "Miss Valentina's safe house was attacked. I have to go." I stood there in the echoing silence of the grand hall, staring at the bulletproof suit I had painstakingly prepared for him as a gift. This was the third time this month he had broken the Omertà—the sacred vow of silence and rules of the Mafia—just for her. In front of me, Dante always emphasized the rules of the family, maintaining an icy, impenetrable facade of a ruthless mob boss. Yet, he gave all his impulses, all his exceptions, to another woman. I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. The chill in my chest had frozen over any tears I might have shed. With terrifying calmness, I slid the heavy diamond engagement ring off my finger and dropped it into the towering champagne fountain. The crystal chimed, a small, insignificant sound that drowned in the bubbling golden liquid. Then, I turned around and walked out into the torrential rain of Manhattan. Three days later, he came to my gallery. He looked exhausted, his eyes bloodshot, carrying an apology that felt more like a patronizing handout. "Have you thrown your tantrum long enough? Come back to the safe house with me." He thought I would lower my head and follow him obediently, just like I had done for the past five years. Instead, he froze. The Capo, who ruled the lower city with an iron fist, stared in absolute horror. The Don—the supreme godfather he worshipped and feared—was currently down on one knee in my small gallery. The terrifying man's eyes were lowered in rare tenderness, gently wiping a smudge of blue paint from my fingertips with a silk handkerchief. "Signora," the Don's deep, gravelly voice echoed in the quiet room. "Can this painting be our wedding gift for tomorrow?"
Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers
After inheriting her late father’s burned-down motorcycle garage, Zoe Carter discovers she’s also inherited a crushing debt to the notorious Kings of Chaos MC. Instead of taking her garage, three dangerous bikers offer her a deal: rebuild their championship motorcycles, and they’ll delay collecting the debt. But as they uncover a deadly sabotage plot tied to her father’s death, loyalty, love, and revenge collide in a race where losing could cost them everything.
I Craved My Father-In-Law’s Touch
After Lucas's mother died, his father, Brandon, moved in with Lucas and me. Lucas was always away on business, and even when he came home, he never left me satisfied. One night, after Lucas and I rushed through sex, I caught Brandon watching us from the doorway while touching himself. What followed spiraled out of control. I was married to his son. We could never cross that line, so how did we let it happen?
The Alpha's Contracted Luna
Lila Carter has spent her whole life being treated like a mistake. Born from an affair her father never forgave, she grew up invisible beside her golden half-sister, Elena, the daughter who was loved simply for existing. On the night she finally finds her mate, Lila believes everything is about to change. Instead, Kieran Blackwood, the future Alpha and Elena's intended, rejects her in front of the entire pack and chooses her sister instead. Cast out with nothing, Lila disappears and rebuilds herself from scratch, becoming one of the youngest trauma surgeons in Copenhagen and burying a secret she doesn't even fully understand about herself. Five years later, Damien Blackwood, Kieran's cousin and a ruthless Alpha with an empire to protect, offers her a deal: one year as his contracted wife in exchange for money, protection, and a life she chooses for herself. Lila signs, thinking it's simply a transaction. What she doesn't know is that Damien has been searching for her for three years, not for politics, but because she is the last living heir to a bloodline every powerful pack has spent centuries hunting. As the contract deepens into something neither of them planned, old betrayals surface, and Lila must decide whether the love finally being offered to her is real, or just another price on her blood.
Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Lust)
🔞‼️This collection contains explicit adult themes, graphic sexual content, and forbidden scenarios intended strictly for mature audiences only. All stories are works of pure fiction, created for entertainment only. If you are under 18, or if this kind of content offends you, please turn away now. Some lines are meant to be crossed. Some desires are too hungry to be denied. Step‑sisters who look innocent but burn for you behind closed doors. Mothers who won’t let go, even years after your father is gone. Sisters‑in‑law you’ve craved since the day they walked through your door. Lovers who walk in on you — and decide they want a taste too. No rules. No shame. No holding back. 90 raw, unapologetic stories of forbidden pleasure, stolen moments, and lust that burns hotter than any loyalty. From secret showers to backseat trysts, from quiet bedrooms to wild nights you’ll never forget — these are the cravings you aren’t supposed to have… and the sins you’ll never want to stop committing.
Sorry, Alpha. This Pup Isn’t Yours
When Adrian Blackwood came to pick me up for the Moon Goddess Auction, his new secretary was sitting in my seat up front. The young she-wolf gave me a sweet smile. "Luna, there's more room in the back. You don't mind, do you?" I unleashed just enough high-rank aura to force her out of the car. But to punish me for it, Adrian personally fastened the anniversary necklace meant for me around her neck that very night. Then he accused me of bullying someone weaker than me and left the territory with his female secretary, just the two of them, for seven whole weeks. He thought that as long as he never physically cheated, I would always be there waiting for him. Then, at the Full Moon Banquet, I pushed my prenatal report across the table to him. "Congratulations. I'm pregnant." The moment the Alpha caught the pup's faint scent, the frost in his eyes vanished, replaced by pure joy. My own heart, however, had already gone cold. I smiled, stroked my lower abdomen, and shattered his fantasy in front of everyone. "But I'm sorry, Alpha. This pup isn't yours."
Alpha Petrova
“Your job is simple, you are to give the Alpha an heir...” she said, looking the slave in the eye. “And if I can't?” She asked, looking down at her feet. “What happens then?” “You die...” ******************** In a world where a woman's value is only played by her ability to give a child, Serena is tested in a way like no other. Either you can give the Alpha an heir, or you die. But when he turns out to be her mate... the whole game changes.
He Called Me Impure
I was with Vincent Russo, a crime syndicate boss, for 10 years. For more than 3,600 days, I stood by him from the days when he was a penniless nobody sleeping in an underground parking garage to the day he became Solmere's most feared crime boss. I took bullets and knife wounds for him. The scars on my hands ran deeper than the lines in my palms. But on the day he announced he was leaving the syndicate, his men called another woman "Madam". The same hands that had held guns and been stained with blood draped a coat around her shoulders. "Cheryl, she's not like you. You could follow me into hell without a title. She can't." That day, I turned around and walked away. Vincent had no idea my family had already chosen a man for me. All they were waiting for was my return so we could have a grand wedding.
My Boyfriend & BFF Pranked Me At Our Wedding, I Dumped Both Of Them
My boyfriend Ethan Cole and my best friend Vanessa Reed were prank influencers, and I was the only star of their videos. At first, they only snapped ugly pictures of me and humiliated me in public. Then they coaxed me, despite my crippling fear of heights, into going bungee jumping with them—only to make me take the leap alone. I cried until I nearly passed out, but all they did was tell me to look at the camera. The worst time, they tampered with my car and the brakes failed. I slammed into a guardrail, cracked a rib, and spent 2 months in the hospital. I swallowed one humiliation after another, all because Ethan said he wanted to give me the wedding of my dreams. Today, as I happily reviewed the wedding schedule one last time, I overheard Vanessa Reed's excited voice from the dressing room. "When she walks in wearing her wedding gown and realizes tonight is actually my 1-million-follower celebration, the look on her face will be priceless!" Ethan paused before answering, "Don't let her catch on. This livestream will make enough to support us for a year." In that instant, our 6-year relationship shattered. The tears came before I could stop them. Even the wedding I treasured most was nothing but material for their channel. I pulled out my phone and, with trembling hands, replied to the overseas job offer I had left unanswered for so long: I'll take it. I was done playing my part in their show.