I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

Once, we were the closest thing to love I'd ever known. Then two pretty little vipers slithered into our circle, and they turned on me too. I left with no plans on ever looking back. Thing's didn't really work out the way I wanted them to. Now I'm stuck in the city that raised me on secrets and hardened me with lies, and the boys I once trusted aren't boys anymore. Zayd Ahmad is a strategist with a diamond-cut mind and a habit of speaking in threats disguised as warnings. Beau Kovach-the golden boy turned executioner-goes by The Butcher now, and the nickname isn't metaphor. Ronan Crosse is feral loyalty wrapped in ink and bone, the kind of man who follows you like a prayer or a curse. And Domenic Kovach, the final heir to a criminal dynasty, looks at me like I'm the throne he was promised and the war he intends to start. They want answers. They want forgiveness. They want the ledger too, the one people keep dying for and assuming I have. But mostly, they want me. Unfortunately, I didn't come home to be theirs again. Not even if the ledger ties our fates together. Or if their obsession looks a lot like devotion. Not even if the Carnage Society wants me crowned. They may want their queen back. Too bad I came to burn the kingdom. ************************************************************** This is a reverse harem dark romance following a sharp-tongued, vulgar-mouthed crime princess and the four men who would do anything to keep (or destroy) her. Read at your own risk. These men don't share well, except when it comes to her.

Callum Hayes, 43, is a top neurosurgeon with a perfect reputation-and a wife, Elena, 43, who sacrificed her life for his. But when Ava Sinclair, 24, a new nurse at his hospital, catches his eye, one glance becomes a touch... then a secret neither of them can walk away from. Now Callum is juggling a loyal wife, a forbidden lover-and a truth darker than either woman realizes.

To everyone else, Nora and Philip had the perfect marriage - a lovely home, and a life many envied. But perfection is a fragile illusion. When Philip falls for another woman, Nora's world shatters in slow motion. Caught between betrayal, bruises, and unbearable love, she must choose between holding on to what's already broken or reclaiming the pieces of herself she lost in the name of "perfectness." As the affair spirals out of control - secrets unravel, loyalties flip, and forgiveness becomes a battlefield. In the end, love is no longer about who wins... but who survives.

I always thought we were destined to be together. A decade together and what seemed like the perfect love story. Until one day, it slowly started to unravel at the seams. I realized our "perfect" love story only looked so perfect because I was being complacent. Once I started to speak up for myself, the facade crumbled and it all came crashing down. This is my story.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

I'm engaged to the woman of my dreams. Emilia is brilliant, beautiful, and an incredibly successful doctor. I'm a grease-stained mechanic who makes a quarter of what she does. She believes in me. She loves me. But I don't deserve her. So I go out looking to destroy us... and Emilia catches me. I've shattered the only woman who ever made me feel worthy. She doesn't trust me. The ring is off. Our future is hanging by a thread. If I want her back, I'll have to unlearn everything my father taught me about love, money, and what it means to be a man. But this isn't a fairytale... and sometimes you don't get second chances. WARNING: This story contains themes of infidelity, childhood abuse, relationship abuse, and misogyny.

The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

Todega: Population 386 Josie Winters has it all-a life she loves, a father who adores her. Her best friend came back to town after three years, and a perfect boyfriend who she is certain is about to ask her a very important question. Until the night it shatters. The town she calls home is taken, her life thrown into chaos, and everything she thought she knew... is a lie.

ZOSIA I fell in love with Konstantin Krasnov. On the night I thought he was going to propose, I found another woman in his bed. I ran. I rebuilt. Life went on. Until one day, I'm attacked, and my savior is none other than the man who shattered me. Now there's a target on my back, and the man who cheated on me is the only one who can keep me alive. And I find out I never knew that man at all. Because Konstantin Krasnov is a monster, a butcher, a killer. KONSTANTIN Zosia Russell is the love of my life. My soul. My everything. But I made a choice, a mistake, that I'll regret for the rest of my life. Now she's in danger because of me, and I'll burn this entire world to ash before I let anyone harm her. She hates me, but I'll spend every day for the rest of my life earning back her love and trust. I'll wait forever for my Zosia.