Lando had a plan. Fake a relationship and once they get what they want they part ways. But we all know that's not how in ends in the books. "You just have a fragile heart, my angel." "I once said, you get to see what I draw when I fall in love with you. And we all know that won't happen." "But look where we are now, I've showed you my drawings." "I was Landos masterpiece" #1 /Mclaren #2 /lando #1 /ln4 #2 /fakedating #3 /maxverstappen

Her life was anything but ordinary. Broken by those meant to protect her, she grew up knowing pain more intimately than love. Abuse and betrayal fractured her world, leaving scars no one could see. No one but him. His life seemed perfect on the outside, a façade of wealth and family bliss. But no one knew what happened behind closed doors. He had secrets too dark to share, and wounds too deep to heal alone.

𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘋𝘕𝘈. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.

🇯🇲 In the gritty streets of Kingston,Jamaica, two powerful forces collide. Meet Jamiri "Di Don" Stephenson, a ruthless and cunning gang leader who rules the city's underworld with his gun and his gang. Enter Xainni "Diva" Jackson, a 21 yr old lady that's a neurologist and lives in uptown. She's a boss lady and a very ambitious woman that's looking for love. When Di Don and Diva's world intersect, sparks fly. As they navigate the trenches of love, loyalty, and betrayal,they must confront their own demons and make choices that will alter their destinies forever.

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.

Sienna Carvalho is the wildest and most mischievous of the Carvalho sisters-a woman who thrives on danger, adrenaline, and outsmarting powerful men. Known across Europe's underworld as a ghostlike thief with a taste for priceless jewels, Sienna's latest heist crosses a line even she didn't mean to: stealing a billionaire's $2.5-billion diamond necklace during a royal auction. But what she doesn't realize is that the necklace belongs to Kai Reyes, an elusive and dangerous man-both a world-class hacker and a trained sniper with ties to covert intelligence and black-market tech. Cold, calculating, and impossible to find, Kai tracks her down within days, breaking through every fake identity she's ever created. When he finally corners her, instead of turning her in, he makes her an offer: help him expose the international syndicate that financed the auction and survive long enough to steal something far more valuable. What begins as a reluctant partnership soon spirals into a web of danger, passion, and obsession. Sienna finds herself torn between her desire for freedom and the magnetic pull of the man who should have been her greatest enemy. As they navigate assassins, double-crosses, and a world of glittering deceit, one thing becomes clear: the thief and the hunter are more alike than either will admit.

The story unfolds in the humid tension of Kingston's streets and the structured chaos of a Jamaican high school. Concrete walls tagged with gang signs. Schoolyards buzzing with gossip. The scent of jerk chicken and danger in the air. Power shifts in silence, and every glance could mean survival-or betrayal.

"I don't let people touch what's mine," he said quietly. A pause stretched between us. My chest tightened. My breath caught. "...I'm not yours," I whispered, more to myself than him. His gaze dropped to my lips for half a second before flicking back to my eyes. "Yet," he said.

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.