𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝒁𝒐𝒆 𝒙 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒁𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒁𝒐𝒆?" 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆."

I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

❝ ʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ , "ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ, ᴋᴏᴛʏᴏɴᴏᴋ" ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ with ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴘɪᴘᴇ. "ᴏʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ" ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ, ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ.ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ,ᴀ ʙʀᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ. "ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ," ʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴡɪᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ʟɪᴘ, ꜱᴍᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ❞ ________________________________ •𝐼𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝒶 : A spoiled twenty years old rich brat since birth .Expensive shoes , dresses , bags , you name it and she had it all. Coming from a rich family was her pride but when her father Rafael Belov divorces her mother ,her life completely turns upside down. Not because her father left , but because now her mother was marrying Ilya.Now Inessa will have to make sure her new stepfather learns her rules : First , she gets whatever she wants Second , no one ever denies her what she wants. •𝐼𝓁𝓎𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓋 :People didn't just respect him , they feared him too. 42 years old , yet dangerous with that perfect face that could make any woman fall for him. He wasn't just the Ceo of the Romanov Enterprises , but he was also a devil in disguise of a gentleman . When an uncompromising situation arises, he has no choice but to marry Amelia Marchetti, a beautiful woman in her late 30s. But he realises too late that his stepdaughter would be the one he craves. She gets whatever she wants? Not on his watch. She would have to beg properly with that mouth of hers.

He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Naïve 21-year-old Solana Davis takes a nannying job for the daughter of Manhattan's most powerful man-Marco Pérez. -The pay is good. -The rules are strict. -And his dark past is still very much present. Can she handle it?

He wants to get his revenge by forcing me to marry him. So that's exactly what he does. I work as a paralegal and wanted to unwind after a stressful work day. When a hot guy at least a decade older watches me from the bar, I get a little excited. I didn't know he'd drag me off, lock me up, and force me to marry him soon after... I've been overprotected my entire life. I know nothing about the underworld. But my new husband doesn't believe me. He wants to use me as a bargaining chip to get revenge on my family. So he drags me to his mansion and locks me into the bedroom. He interrogates me until I'm exhausted. He shows me the torture and the darkness of the Bratva world. I know he's using me, but my body wants him so badly that I get confused. I know he's betrayed me, but I need to get rid of this pent-up desire that's building in our bed. Should I let my Bratva husband own my body?

They say power corrupts. He is power. Cold, ruthless, untouchable-the kind of man everyone fears, everyone obeys. And I... I am trapped in his world. Bound to him by a vow I never chose, a life I never wanted. He doesn't love me gently. He doesn't love me safely. He owns me. He controls me. And somehow, I can't look away. Because in the darkness of his empire, the only thing that burns brighter than danger... is him. And now, I'm bound to him by a vow that I never chose. Enemies in name. Bound by law.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.