Dans les coulisses sanglantes du pouvoir et de la mafia, deux héritiers ennemis sont liés par un pacte qu'ils n'ont jamais choisi : Siyra Santos, fille d'un puissant cartel,et Dante Aranda, héritier d'une famille rivale, se sont rencontrés une fois dans un parc étant enfants, sans savoir qu'ils étaient promis l'un à l'autre.. Des années plus tard, ils se retrouvent. Les sentiments d'innocence ont laissé place à la colère, à la méfiance, et à une attirance dangereusement incontrôlable. Entre trahisons, oublie, traumatismes et secrets enfouis, leur mariage forcé pourrait bien faire basculer tout l'équilibre du monde criminel.

Dans un monde où la violence dicte les règles, Anastasia devient malgré elle l'épouse de Dimitri Taranov, homme impitoyable et membre de la Bratva. Forcée de s'unir à lui, elle découvre que ce mariage imposé pourrait bien être plus qu'un acte de contrainte... Entre haine, désir et un destin qui les lie à jamais, leurs vies s'entremêlent, menaçant de tout consumer sur leur passage. « Parce que parfois, ce n'est pas le choix qui façonne nos vies, mais le destin qui nous guide malgré nous. »

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Intense Taboo, Romantic Themes, Family Secrets, Burnville was a corpse on the coast, stinking of salt, fish-guts, and rot. Ten years in prison and Wayne Thorne stepped into another cage-faces all slack-jawed, eyes too close, cousins breeding cousins till the whole town looked born from the same busted womb. No TV, no phones, just rotting nets, sinking boats, druglords stacking bricks of poison in freezers that smelled like slaughter. Over it all, the cult's leader kept girls locked in cellars, fattened for trade, while the gold-toothed boss came grinning to claim them. That's where Wayne saw them. Burnville women that have been marked. The mongrels wanted to breed them hollow, the cult wanted their blood, the druglords already had them in his teeth-but they looked at Wayne like he might be the monster to tear them out. ⚠️ This one is 18+ only. It's meant to hurt, meant to break you a little. I won't draw a line for you this time. Step in if you dare... but don't expect to leave clean.

They hated her at first... but they had no idea who she really was. Serena Carter once had a family - loud, messy, beautifully imperfect. It wasn't always easy, but it was hers. Then one accident ripped it all away, leaving her alone and unwanted. Now she's sent to live with the Morettis: four brothers and a father who see her as nothing more than the living reminder of betrayal. The stain on their perfect legacy. Ten months. That's all she needs to survive until she turns eighteen and can walk away. But hate is a dangerous thing. It turns into obsession. Into protectiveness. Into something no one expected. Because Serena has secrets - ones even she doesn't fully understand. And in a world where power is everything, she's about to prove she belongs where everyone swore she didn't. She isn't looking for love. She's fighting for something stronger: a place to finally call home. Ranks: #1 out of 11.6k : familysecrets #1 out of 35.4k : siblings #1 out of 45.8k : lovers #1 out of 46.8k : rich #1 out of 52k : trauma #1 out of 80.2k : crime #1 out of 134k : hate #1 out of 189k : dark #1 out of 238k : depression #2 out of 554k : drama #2 out of 27.1k : brothers #2 out of 123k : wattpad #4 out of 2.53M : Love #5 out of 17.7k : mafiaprincess

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

BULLY ROMANCE ______________ Angelica Wrath was everything her name said she was. Innocent. Sweet. A Daddy's Girl. Pure. A Virgin. Never touched. Never Kissed. Never fucked. All because her father was the Deputy Headmaster and Head of Discipline at the most prestigious private schools in England. She was no one, to anyone. Except to Damien Richards. Noble. Billionaire. Heir to a line of wealth and fame and the best Fly-Half Abernathy College had ever seen. He was treated like a God. The only person he ever had a problem was with the little angel of General Wrath herself. Because there was only room for one person to be perfect in this school and it was Damien. For six years Angelica has lived through constant unrelenting torment from the golden boy, the one who no one believed would hurt a fly. She had no idea, Damien had been caught in her web all along. Maybe Angelica was the Monster his parents always warned him about. His little monster. ______________ #1st in sexy #1st in boardingschool #1st in Goodgirlsarebadgirlsthathaventbeencaught #1st in Old Money #1st in bullyromance #1st in goodgirlsarebadgirls #1st in bully ______________ NO SMUT WARNINGS BUT LOADS OF SMUT (some dub-con scenes) SET IN ENGLAND UPPER SIXTH = 17&18 MESS, CHAOTIC AND QUESTIONABLE DECISIONS MADE, READ WITH CAUTION.

BULLY ROMANCE (bratva subplot) ______________ Anika Sokolov was thoroughly fed up of England, of the people, the men, of Oxford. She hated it. But it was better than what she used to have, back in Russia. Daughter of a politician, family with deep ties to the Bratva and a future carved in ice. But that was in the past, that was gone. Or so she thought. So she prayed. To be left alone. But life hated Anika almost as much as she hated life. Especially when it kept throwing Nathaniel Evensley at her. The Son of an Earl and the son of the devil himself. Nathaniel Evensley was a sadist and he had it out for Anika. Especially considering she 'ruined his life' last summer causing Nathaniel to loose any hope of becoming a rugby player. Anika thought she'd left him behind until General Wrath drags both her and Nate back to Abernathy and insists on a team building exercise between their quarrelling siblings. Anika couldn't think of anything worse than being trapped for a week with a man she despised. A six foot something, mullet haired, tattooed god of a man who looked like he wanted to rip her in half. It was a good thing Anika grew up with claws and learned how to use them. But every time she thinks she's escaping Nathaniel Evensley, she realises he's got his claws far deeper in her than she expected. And that was terrifying because no one broke into Anika's cold mask. Ever. And she'd be damned if she'd let Nathaniel Evensley be the first. Especially when he was so smitten with his fucking girlfriend. She wouldn't be waiting for him by his heels. She would not allow herself to be his little kitten. Ever. __________ #1st in Oxford #1st in nobility #1st in tension #1st in bullyromance __________ No smut warnings but loads of smut. Set in England First year of University Warnings in intro.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind bold boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

*sequel of Mercy* After the tragic 'break-up' that has taken place between Athena and Vincenzo, she went to college to busy herself and distract her from the heartache he caused. It's now a year and a half later, and Athena has returned home for the holidays. She has matured in many ways and promised herself never to be naïve again, to never let someone in her heart that easily. She swore to never succumb to anyone - especially if that someone is named Vincenzo. But as soon as she lays her eyes back on Vincenzo, all that she has promised herself flies out of her mind. She starts doubting all her promises because she knows that she won't be able to resist his charms. And deep down she wonders if she really has moved on from him.

Pourquoi m'avoir envoyais ici?! Pourquoi me faire vivre un tel cauchemar?! Pourquoi me faire tant souffrir?! Je n'en peux plus! Je ne peux plus lutter. Je n'en ai plus la force. Je me sens impuissante. Je ne suis rien face à lui. Personne ne peux le vaincre. Il est immortel. Il n'a peur de rien! Cet homme... Non. Ce n'est pas un homme. C'est un monstre. Un monstre de la nuit! Le diable! Un vampire! Mais pourquoi m'avoir choisit moi?! Pourquoi me torturer de la sorte?!