Phoebe Marlowe has spent her life trying not to be noticed- soft, timid, gentle to the bone. But softness has no place in New York's criminal underworld. When her grieving father signs a fatal contract with the Valenti crime syndicate, Phoebe becomes the debt. At eighteen, she is handed over as the unwilling bride of Romeo Valenti- the cold, ruthless heir to an empire built on blood, fear, and obedience. Romeo doesn't want a wife. He wants nothing to do with the fragile girl who flinches when he enters a room. Yet the moment she steps into his world of marble floors and locked doors, Phoebe becomes a liability he can't ignore-and a weakness he never wanted. She breaks rules she doesn't understand. He punishes a girl who can barely lift her eyes. She cries through dinner etiquette lessons. He threatens to kill anyone who makes her cry again. And when she tries to run, he hunts her. But the deeper Phoebe sinks into the Valenti world, the more she sees its truest monster- Dorian Valenti, Romeo's father, a kingpin who uses people like weapons and cages girls like pets.

I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

「 ✦𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙍𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿✦ 」 -"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚? 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜."- -𝙀𝙑𝘼 𝙊𝙕𝙂𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙏 a girl made of sunlight and soft whispers, until her own father traded her soul for a gambling debt. Sold into the belly of the underworld, she expected the end. Instead, she found him. -𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙆𝙊𝙊𝙆. A man whose name is a death sentence and whose heart is a frozen wasteland. He found her trembling in the rain-a broken doll in a silk dress-and he bought her without blinking. She thinks she's being saved. She doesn't realize she's just traded one cage for another. As Jungkook uses her to satisfy his darkest cravings, Eva finds herself falling for the monster. She's addicted to the touch of the man who treats her like a toy, oblivious to the fact that his obsession is turning into something far more dangerous than love. DARK ROMANCE| 21+ Sexual themes. Mature content. Stay away if you're uncomfortable.

Kim Taehyung built his world with blood, fear, and power. As one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in Seoul, people trembled at the mention of his name. Cold-hearted, emotionless, and ruthless-he never cared about anyone except his empire. Until one rainy night. Curled beside a dark alley with bruises covering her fragile body, Y/N looked nothing like the kind of people Taehyung allowed near him. Physically eighteen but mentally trapped in a little space after years of abuse, trauma, and harmful substances forced on her by her own parents, Y/N fears everything around her. Loud voices. Storms. Strangers. Being touched. Even kindness. Her stutter worsens whenever she's scared, and all she has left in the world is a torn stuffed bunny named Mr. Bunny. Taehyung never wanted responsibility. Especially not a tiny, broken girl who cries over thunder and hides behind him whenever she's frightened. At first, he finds her troublesome. Weak. Too emotional. But slowly, the mafia boss who was feared by everyone begins changing without realizing it. He starts lowering his voice for her. Protecting her from nightmares. Buying her stuffed toys. Sitting beside her during storms. And hurting anyone who dares make her cry. But healing isn't easy. The shadows of Y/N's past still follow her, and when the people who destroyed her return to claim her again, Taehyung must decide how far he's willing to go to protect the girl who unknowingly softened the monster inside him. Because somewhere between midnight comfort, trembling hugs, and whispered "p-please don't leave me," Kim Taehyung realizes one terrifying truth- His little dove has become his entire world.

ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴏɪꜱ A princess raised on stories of love, soft, gentle, and kind. Yet she grows up in a world that teaches her the opposite. Trapped in duty and expectations, she begins to wonder if love is something real... or just another fairytale meant to comfort lonely hearts. ʟᴜᴄɪᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴀɢᴜᴇ A duke carved from cold authority and silence. A man who learned early that emotions are a weakness and love is nothing more than a distraction for the foolish. He does not believe in soft endings, nor does he seek them. When their worlds collide through fate and obligation, neither of them is prepared for what follows. Two hearts shaped by opposite truths. One bound by duty. The other by control. And when they are forced onto the same path...will they learn to understand each other? Or will they only destroy everything in their way? ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ ⋆All Rights Reserved⋆

There wasn't much need for people to ask since they already knew . She belonged to him , forever as they stated . Shall it be true ? I can't say. He picked her upsetting her on the counter top as she held his shirt , his eyes gazing into her with anger . She bit her lip finally speaking up , " I am sorry i didn't tell you " He clenched his jaw squeezing he thighs . " I am very sure i don't have to remind you that you belong to me My belle but if i hear this happening again , people will be kill by my hand and i swear i won't regret doing that " She whimper burying her face in his neck. " I hope you understand me belle , you shall not be touch by any other man but me " he stated to her #cover by hot_steamy

Mila: I thought I knew my family. But everything changed the moment they told me I was getting married, to a man I'd never met. Now I'm being pulled into a dangerous world I never asked to be part of, tied to a cold, distant Russian who makes it very clear he doesn't want me. He's cruel. He's unreadable. He looks at me like I'm a problem he didn't ask for. But the more I learn about this life, and about him, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. I can't fall for him. I won't survive it if I do. Nikolai: I never wanted a wife. Least of all the wide-eyed Italian girl who's been dropped into my world like a lamb among wolves. She doesn't understand how things work here. She's soft. Too soft. And yet... there's something about her I can't seem to stay away from. She was never supposed to matter. But she's starting to. And that makes her dangerous. ♡ Arranged Marriage ♡ Dark Romance ♡ Mafia

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"I know you married me only for my money and my family money. And I will not be giving you anything from us. I know you manipulated grandma and have taken some money from her otherwise why would you marry a billionaire. Every woman are same gold digging idiots running after money not thinking about their dignity. When I didn't talk to you, you told Sebastian about us and tried to get me through him. But I am not a fool to fall for you. Just for one year stay the hell away from me and let me live my life" he yelled the last sentence and stormed upstairs to our room. I leaned against the wall and slide down hugging my knees. I cried silently hurt by his words. His words replay in my mind continuously. *********************** Aaliyah Rivera, sweet girl just wanting to get love from the only man she ever loved. Emmett Robinson, cold man, business is the only world for him. What happens when they both get married?Will Aaliyah get her love? Will Emmett change for someone?

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow-he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled