𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 The billionaires daughter's dreams and fantasies of marrying for love crushed within a second as she finds herself helping her family and marrying for convenience. Helping her arranged husband get back with his ex, wasnt something she'd dream of. She'd always been warned not to fuel the fire, but maybe she 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 to fuel the wildest fires she encountered. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 Settling down with someone was never in his cards, especially after he got out of a 3 year relationship. Next thing he knows, he's being swindled in a marriage, he couldn't give one fuck about. Letting his arranged wife help him go back to a relationship he got scarred from, wasn't expected. A soul so tainted, in disguise. Perceived as a 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣, but he's far from it. ᥫ᭡. 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭.

|18+| ❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dark mysterious eyes. Fierce blazing eyes. Two enemies under one roof under the binds of an arranged marriage. While trying their best to ignore themselves and feelings just for the sake of their various companies, they couldn't help the sexual tension between them. There's a thin line between love and hate they say. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Sit on my face," I say firmly, laying down on the bed while she stares down at me like I had two heads. "But...how would you breathe?" Isabella asks, looking at my face and I chuckle. "That's my problem to deal with àmore," I urge her, seeing the lust on her face. "Just sit on my face, please."

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.

Truthful Betrayal. For the girls who cried over the ones who forgot them- Here's Asad Riaz, a man who doesn't move on. He spirals. He'll watch you laugh with someone else and smile - but only because he's imagining breaking every bone in that man's body. He doesn't get jealous... he gets ruined. He'd rather choke on the truth than watch you live peacefully with a lie. His love isn't sweet. It's sharp. Aleena Nasr wasn't his weakness - she was the fire he walked into, again and again, with open arms and a bleeding heart. He'd beg, break, and bleed before letting you walk away. Who needs revenge when your absence feels like a punishment crafted by the universe? Warning: He's not healthy, but he's yours. This isn't a romance. This is possession dressed up as love.