𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝. I'm in love with him but he's in love with my younger sister and has made that painfully clear to me. "Who are you in love with?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in love with Isabella, your sister. She's the only woman I truly care about," he admits, revealing his feelings for my younger sister after we had just gotten married, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours. "I'll fulfill my role as your husband, but don't expect any love or affection. This marriage is just an agreement between our families, nothing more. Do you understand?" His words are cold, piercing through me like arrows. I fight back the tears threatening to fall and manage to reply, "I understand." But my pain would not last long, not until I meet Mr. Russo, Marcello's father who was that head of the Mafia, a dangerous and powerful man who stole my heart.

Gabriella Mary Price is her father's daughter, if it's not her name then it is her mouth that makes people realize whose daughter she is. She has a mind of her own, a tongue that can slash and a best friend who can give up his sanity to be with her. No one ever understood the meaning behind the friendship between Ricardo Russo and Gabriella Price and they did not even want to be understood. With an upcoming wedding of Ricardo with his high school sweetheart and Gabriella's determination to find her future husband, will they fall apart or find the true meaning of their given nicknames to each other, as their friendship was beyond the bond anyone has ever had, beyond the understand of fate itself. While Ricardo Russo was a Rare gem in Gabriella's life. she has always been His Precious. His Series: #1) His Heartbeat #2) His Precious #3) His Gaze

This isn't love. This is something far more perilous. A dark romance between two souls who should have stayed strangers... but can't. He is feared by all. Arjun Deshmukh, ruthless, dangerous, the man who does the dirty work of the rich and powerful. Blood and money built his empire. She is gentle, soft, untouched. Ishita - his second wife, married not for love, but for necessity. A schoolteacher who became a mother to his children, but never his wife. Two different worlds. One house. And a forbidden desire that could ruin them both. Because even the King of Darkness can't fight what he isn't supposed to feel.

"Someone asked who the real villain is... but the deeper question is, who among them isn't one?"❤️‍🔥 ________________________________________ She was just a normal girl with dreams, working hard to survive in a world ruled by power. He was a MAN WHO OWNED EVERYTHING- money, fear , loyalty.... except his own heart. DHRITI RAO never knew that joining his company would make her the center of his obsession. AGASTYA SINGH RAJVANSHI never knew that falling for her would turn him cruel, jealous , and reckless. One misunderstanding. One hug seen from the wrong angle. And love turned into POSSESSION. FORCED INTO A MARRIAGE she never wanted , burdened with endless work, trapped in his world of dominance and secrets- Dhriti learns that the man who scares her the most is also the one who protects her fiercest. He doesn't touch her heart gently. He claims it like a war. Between heated arguments, stolen glances , sarcastic smiles , late night confrontations , and moments where hate blurs into desire, a question remains -- IS THIS MARRIAGE HER PUNISHMENT or their TWISTED DESTINY 🤍✨

"The Underground Fighter and His Childhood Best Friend" ❦ Sasha "Kayo" Sokolov is a Russian fighter who was sent to America at a young age. One day, he met a young girl by the name of Everleigh Wilson, who taught him how to speak English, and helped him with his studies. They bonded so easily and became the best of friends. Years passed, and Sasha disappeared. Everleigh had to go on with life without her best friend. Until one lonely night when she saw the one man she loved more than anything beating another man to death. - "What happened to the boy I used to know?" she questioned, shutting her eyes at the feel of his hand traveling up her dress. He was so close to her throbbing core, and she hated how much she wanted him to touch her, enter her, ruin her. Sasha smirked sadistically. "He's gone, kitten. And he's never coming back." ❦ 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. (SAMPLE)

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

"He bought her dignity with a pouch of gold. She swore to make him pay with his empire." In the treacherous, opulent kingdom of Awadh, secrets are deadlier than poisoned arrows. Nineteen years ago, a Queen rejected her newborn son. Today, a masked warrior rides through the shadows, carrying the weight of that rejection and an ego that bows to no one. Meet Kushagra: lethal, arrogant, and hiding his face behind a black mask. He believes everything has a price. Meet Chakor: a fiercely independent healer with the beauty of a goddess, forced to hide her face behind black soot to survive a world of lustful men. When a brutal ambush leaves Kushagra dying from a poisoned arrow, Chakor uses her ancient knowledge to pull him back from the brink of death. But no good deed goes unpunished. To save him from a tribal execution, a desperate lie is told, forcing Chakor into a sacred marriage with the unconscious stranger. When Kushagra wakes, he doesn't offer gratitude. Disgusted by the idea of being tied to a tribal "dancer," he commits the ultimate sin. On their wedding night, without ever showing his face, he throws a pouch of gold coins at her feet. "The price of your Sindoor," he mocks, before abandoning her in the dead of night. Heartbroken, humiliated, and exiled from her home, Chakor makes a vow of ice and fire: she will never save a man again. She buries her beauty in ash and vanishes into the dark alleys of Vaishali. But destiny is a cruel game. A year later, the threads of fate tangle again. Caught in the dangerous crosshairs of Awadh's dangerously obsessed King Bhairav, and haunted by the dark secrets of her own birth, Chakor is pulled back into the royal web. And somewhere in that web waits the masked man who ruined her life. When the mask falls and the soot is washed away, will the fire of revenge burn them both to ashes? Or will a toxic, explosive passion rise from the ruins?

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.