Iosefa Malietoa Faumuina‑Fepuleaʻi is a married, ultra‑wealthy businessman with money so old and quiet it doesn't need explanation. International assets, private jets, offshore holdings - his name doesn't trend, but his influence moves entire markets. Physically, he's a wall of a man. Massive frame. Tattoos climbing his arms, chest, neck - stories written in ink. A deep voice that never needs to raise itself. He moves slow, deliberate, predatory. Always armed. When he walks into a room, conversations die automatically. He doesn't demand respect. He occupies it. Taylór didn't know he was married when she got pregnant. By the time the truth surfaced, She was already carrying his child, She was already emotionally attached, He had already decided they were his She was angry. She was hurt. She still loved him anyway.

~ Three years later ~ A shared past. A complicated present. And a connection that refuses to fade.

What happens when a one-night-stand turns your whole life upside down? I didn't mean to end up in his bed. Hell, I didn't even know his name. All I remember is the heat of his stare across the club, tattoos snaking down his arms, black hair falling into his face as if even gravity bowed to him. One second I was dancing, laughing, teasing my girls. The next, his lips were on mine. Hard. Demanding. Dangerous. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Gone. And me? Screaming his name like I'd known it all my life. But the real problem wasn't the way he kissed me, or the way he fucked me like he owned me. No. The real problem started the next morning. When I walked into the office... and found him sitting at the head of the table. My new boss. Damien Blackwheel. And God help me- he was smiling.

A soulmate bond is meant to be sacred. Protected. Unbreakable. For Amaris, it became the reason she had to run. After a devastating betrayal, Amaris disappears from the public eye, choosing solitude, art, and the safety of her family over a life that nearly destroyed her. What she leaves behind isn't just a man - it's a bond the world considers untouchable, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Years later, success brings her back into the same orbit as the one person she never planned to face again. But time has changed everything. Boundaries have been drawn. Wounds have scars instead of blood. And some mistakes can't be undone - only accounted for. This is not a love story about getting back together. It's a story about healing, accountability, found family, and learning how to live with the consequences of choice. Sometimes, survival is the bravest ending of all.

A strong hand quickly grabbed my arm and snatched me up, causing me to gasp trying to get my arm free. "Watch your fucking mouth when you're speaking to me Maliah," Rafe leaned down to whisper into my ear while tightening his grip on my arm. Maliah is feeling Rafe Cameron's wrath. (I promise when you guys reach chapter 6 the story gets better!)

Vance does not love. He does not ache. He does not long. He does not feel the way mortals ruin themselves over feeling. He is ancient. He is controlled. He is a vampire who has carved the weakness of love out of himself centuries ago. And then there's Moneé. Soft where he is sharp. Devoted where he is distant. She loves him with a kind of reckless, breathless intensity that should terrify her - but doesn't. Vance pushes her away. Again. And again. And again. But something else refuses to. The shadows that follow him do not obey. They curl around Moneé's wrists when she tries to leave. They whisper truths Vance will not speak. They pull her back into the dark every time he tries to set her free. Because while Vance cannot love... His shadows can. And they are tired of letting her go.

She's built her empire from nothing - fearless, outspoken, untouchable. He was born with everything - wealth, power, control. They shouldn't cross paths. They shouldn't respect each other's worlds. And they definitely shouldn't want each other. But every heated argument leaves them breathless. Every lingering glance sparks something dangerous. And desire doesn't follow the rules. Some collisions burn hotter than ambition... and some mistakes leave consequences that can't be ignored.

Read to find out 😮🎀. -strategy by bunniesbooksss

"Why do you care so much, Victor?" he slammed the glass down on the counter. "Because I love you, and he's not the one for you. He can't make you feel the way I do; he can't give you what I can give you. He can't make you feel the way I make you feel." I stared at him as he moved closer and put his hands on my cheeks as he leaned in "Choose me".

Amina, a freshly new college graduate with dreams of a bright future but a reality of a broke 23 year old, stumbles into the lap of a man that looks as if he popped right out of a magazine. Sylo, an Alpha who has been looking for his mate since he turned 16, has the most precious person stumble right into his lap. *** "Um, so you called me your mate a few times at this point...yeah I don't know what the fuck that means?" I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as I lean over to lift her up on my lap. "It's ok baby you'll understand soon enough." I say kissing her temple.