Cimani Kior Campbell has always lived quiet. Pretty, soft spoken, focused on her bag, never in the mix. She minds her business, keeps her circle small, and avoids the heavy shadows that run through her city. But trouble has a way of choosing the sweetest ones. And the night she crosses paths with the man they call Monster, her entire world tilts. Midnight Naz Palmer is the darkness everyone whispers about. Broad shoulders, black durag, tattoos that read like scripture across his skin, and a reputation that makes grown men step aside. He is violence wrapped in calm. Money wrapped in danger. A man who lives by his own rules and breaks every other one. And from the moment he sees Cimani, something in him snaps. Quiet girl or not, she is his now. Their lives clash the moment she witnesses something she should have never been close enough to see. Now her clean life is over and her name is in rooms it was never meant to enter. People start watching her. Enemies start noticing her. And Monster refuses to let anyone get even a breath too close. He protects her with the same hands he destroys his enemies with. He watches her like she is the last good thing he has left. He is possessive, obsessive, and dangerously loyal. But Cimani has secrets of her own and a heart stronger than people think. Loving a man like Monster means stepping into darkness with her chin up and her pulse steady. As bullets fly and blood money shifts from pocket to pocket, Cimani learns the truth. She is not just falling for Monster. She is being claimed. Branded. Marked by him in every way that counts. And once Midnight sets his eyes on you, there is no going back.

Zahara Wells never believed love could feel like punishment-until her father's debt became her price. When the Brewsters come calling to collect, she expects threats, maybe violence... not a proposal. Now bound to David Brewster III, the cold and calculated heir to Miami's most dangerous family, Zahara is forced into a world of money, blood, and silent wars. Her job? Play the perfect wife, smile for the cameras, and remember she's only there because her father owed him. But David doesn't want her obedience-he wants her loyalty. And the longer she stays, the more she realizes his touch feels less like control and more like protection. Still, in a world built on power and payback, falling for the man who owns you might be the deadliest mistake of all. Because nothing in the Brewster empire comes free. Not money. Not loyalty. Not love. Only The Contract. Coverrr by @TrenchLordTales <3

Junior nudged her leg with his foot and tilted his head while he watched her groan in her sleep. She was covered in all kinds of cuts, and there was blood all over the floor. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, before she moved fast. She scrambled backwards and her heel skidded uselessly, as she threw herself back into the corner. Her hands shot up in defense, "I didn't take anything, I swear to God, please." Her voiced cracked not wanting to look at the man that was towering over her.

Kay never planned to fall in love. She's a bartender who minds her business, keeps her head down, and understands that some men come with silence instead of promises. Rome Brewster is one of those men. He's charming, romantic, and dangerous in a way that doesn't need explaining. He shows up. He stays late. He learns her routines without asking permission. He doesn't offer forever-just consistency, protection, and a presence that feels too rare to ignore. What starts as quiet attraction turns into something deeper. Something chosen. Something neither of them names out loud. This isn't a story about being saved. It's about loving someone as they are. About wanting without ownership. About choosing the moment even when you know it won't last forever. Some loves don't come to stay. They come to change you.

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