He rules empires. She just wanted to be invisible. Ebony Johnson, 27, is shy, plus-size, and brilliant - but she'd rather drown in spreadsheets than be seen. Her plan at VeroTech Global? Keep her head down, survive her first corporate job, and never end up on the CEO's radar. Then she spills matcha on his $3,000 suit. Min Jae Park, 35, is obsidian in a tailored suit. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. The Korean American heir who took his immigrant parents' startup and turned it into the highest-selling tech empire in the world. He doesn't date. He doesn't smile. He destroys. Until her. She's 5'1, dark brown skin, curly hair, honey-colored dress, and eyes that refuse to meet his. Innocent. Introverted. Everything he should ignore. Instead, he obsesses. He calls her "Honey" to get under her skin. He rewrites company policy to keep her close. He memorizes her coffee order, her schedule, the way she bites her lip over numbers. She wants to be invisible. He wants her seen - only by him. But Min Jae has an empire to protect, a legacy built on 40 years of sacrifice, and a boardroom full of enemies. And Ebony has Philly roots, a protective family, and three best friends ready to vet him like the FBI. He's the storm. She's the calm he never knew he needed.

Vivian McKeaver is a brilliant and disciplined A student admired by teachers and parents alike. She is focused solely on her academics, uninterested in parties or dating. That changes when she is paired for a Sex Ed project with Greg O'Neill, the school's most popular athlete. Despite being the quarterback of the football team, Greg is currently sidelined due to failing Social Studies last semester. This setback makes their project crucial for him, but it also means spending more time with the girl he's been secretly captivated by. Greg, a handsome and charismatic student from Philadelphia, has always had girls vying for his attention, but he only has eyes for Vivian. Ever since he first saw her, he was intrigued by her sharp mind and quick wit. Initially mortified by their partnership on such an awkward subject, Vivian reluctantly agrees to work with Greg. Despite her best efforts to stay focused on her studies, she finds herself distracted by Greg's athletic physique. Meanwhile, Greg is caught up fantasizing about the girl behind the black-rimmed glasses who challenges him in ways no one else can. As they navigate their project and confront the growing chemistry between them, they both discover there's more to each other than meets the eye.

A camp for the Italian Mafia and dept to be paid. Who will Marco pick when it comes down to the next donna and the mother to his heir? What will Elaya do when she finds out her whole life was a lie, and that she had been training for this very moment? They both wish to be free, but they only seem to trap each other. ••• "So you can talk to other men but have nothing to say to me?" I asked, my jealousy bleeding into my words before I could stop it. "Yep." She shrugged again, her nonchalance like a dagger to my pride. "Elaya, I'm a greedy man," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I don't share what's mine." "Neither do I," she said quietly, her tone soft but firm. There it was again-her fire, her defiance. It was maddening and intoxicating all at once. She continued, her voice calmer now. "But over the last four months, I've learned that life doesn't care what we want." I smirked, leaning closer, unable to resist. "You're mistaken. I always get what I want." She turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the challenge in her stance. "Really? And what exactly do you want, Marco?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, my voice dropping as I held her gaze. "I want you." ••• "You didn't tell me you were going to fucking seduce him. And then you turn off your mic so i couldn't hear anything." Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't back down. "I'm not arguing about the fact that I did my job. I did what needed to be done, and I did it well." She pauses, and her eyes narrow just slightly. "But if you want to argue, then let's talk about why you've been acting so cold to me ever since the kiss." ••• SLOW BURNNNN🔥 !!!

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂.. ɪ ꜰ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ ᴛ ᴏ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ʜ ɪ ᴛ ᴍ ᴇ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ , ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ɴ ' ᴛ ᴘ ʀ ᴏ ᴍ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ɪ ' ʟ ʟ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ

Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?

"The whole 'right person wrong time type deal. Nothing was perfect about Dess & Ja's relationship but somewhere deep down inside, despite them being young.. they both knew they were each others person."

When the venerable Don of Casata Moretti-a man whose name carried weight in hushed corridors and across gilded boardrooms-uncovers the quiet treachery of the past, the very foundations of his empire tremble. The woman he once called his only love, a fleeting softness in a life carved from steel and silence, had vanished from his world with no explanation. Now, years later, he learns the truth: she bore him a son in secret-an heir not raised in the shadow of Moretti, but crowned at the helm of a rival syndicate. A new sovereign has risen in the underworld, one born of his blood, yet groomed beyond his reach. Betrayal, legacy, and blood now twist together in a silence far louder than war.

His beauty and her beast.

Mayim is a law student who is trying to survive her 3rd year of law school. But when her friend suddenly gets accepted to study abroad in south korea she has no choice but to find an alternative place to stay, what happens when the promised dorm room suddenly doesn't exist and she's left homeless but fear not because Kath, despite being miles away in Korea, she has made quite the living arrangement for her.