Reaper is the VP of the Hell Bound Riders MC. He loves the drugs, money, and women the MC brings his way. Even without all that, he would still be loyal to the core for them. Anna-Lee Harper is a country girl that grew up becoming opposite of what her mother wanted her to grow up to become. After a fight with her mother she calls her brother asking if she can come live with him in the city. Will the horrors of their past bring them together or make them clash?

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae Maya, the other woman from a shattered family affair, believes she's found redemption in Ethan, a man who makes her feel truly seen. Their connection is instant, electric, and intensely passionate-a whirlwind romance that feels like karmic forgiveness. But when she discovers him in a devastating act of betrayal, the carefully rebuilt world she constructed implodes. Forced to confront the exact pain she once inflicted, Maya must now navigate a brutal journey of heartbreak, self-loathing, and the arduous path toward healing, all while the man who broke her tries desperately to grovel his way back in.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae After single mom Sophia overhears the love of her life, Grey, call their life "exhausting," her world shatters. She walks away, forcing the tattooed, man who adored her and her son to embark on a relentless journey fighting for a second chance to become the husband and father they deserve.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae After a year of enduring her husband Silas's constant, subtle comparisons to his impeccably ambitious and model-esque coworker, Dalia Jackson reaches her breaking point when he dismisses her homemaking as laziness and her voluptuous body as a lack of discipline.

I've worked the floor long enough to know when someone doesn't belong. New York is loud. Honest. Brutal if you can't keep up. So when she walked into my bar and introduced herself to be "Alexandra Brooke," - I knew two things immediately: One, she was lying. Two, she was running from something big. I've seen heiresses before. Socialites. Women who wear money like perfume. She wore silence like armor. Too refined. Too controlled. Too careful with her words - like every sentence had been practiced in four different languages before it left her mouth. She says she's from nowhere special. But I've watched the way she holds a wine glass. The way British slips into her vowels when she's tired. The way she stands like someone who's never had to slouch for survival. I don't know her real name. I don't know why a woman with eyes like that - amber-brown, guarded, carrying centuries of expectation - is hiding in NYC, sleeping in the spare room of my loft. But I know this: She's not just a anyone ordinary. She's a storm disguised as stillness. And whoever she's running from? They haven't met me yet. - My name is Noah Thorne. Queens born. Floor manager at Hightide. Loyal to Brian Garcia like he's blood. I fix problems. I protect what's mine. I don't play status games, and I don't bow to empires. But this woman? She's different. She looks like she was raised in palaces and trained not to flinch. Like she's been sculpted into something priceless and put behind glass. I see cracks in the marble. They call her the Golden Bird. They just forgot something. Cages break. And when they do- I'll be right there when she learns how to fly.

For twelve years, I thought I had the perfect life in our quiet Chicago suburb. A loving husband, three beautiful kids, and my childhood best friend who felt more like a sister. Family barbecues, late-night talks, unbreakable trust. Until the day I discovered the truth about sweet little Everly the three -year-old I've always called my niece. She's not my brother-in-law's daughter. She's my husband's. And her mother? My best friend. They hid it for three long years while I shared every secret, every laugh, every tear with the woman who helped create the biggest lie of my life. This is my story of love turned to ashes, betrayal that cuts deeper than anything I've ever known, and the question that haunts me every single day: How do you rebuild when the two people you trusted most stole your entire world?❤️‍🔥❤️

Ruin never wanted to be the villain in any story. But for years, Charlotte-no, Charlie-was his nightmare in glitter and tank tops. The club Prez's brat sister. The chaos in the corner of every room. She torched his patience, tampered with his relationships, and pined for him like he was hers. She teetered on the edge of slut and princess like she didn't know the difference. But now, she's back after years of banishment. Not the wide-eyed girl who once purred his name in his bed, but the woman who was left to burn alone-by everyone, including him. And damn it... he can't stop watching her rise from the ashes. Charlotte used to be the club's living headache. All smoke, eyeliner, and dangerously misled loyalty. Glory's shadow. Wolf's sister. Ruin's nightmare. She wore dysfunction like a badge-until it got her humiliated and destroyed. Thrown out like trash by the only family she ever had. But peace was good. Peace worked. Until the same betrayal that wrecked her came hunting for her. And the only men who can protect her, are the ones who obliterated her. So she's back-with no one left to beg for love. Not her brother. Not her father. Not even Ruin. Especially not Ruin. And this time? She doesn't want to be saved. She wants vindication.

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

One afternoon. One open door. I walked in carrying my father's favorite pie and walked out carrying a fifteen-second video that ended my marriage and my family in the same heartbeat. My husband in bed with my stepmother. The woman who raised me after my mom died. The woman who told me over coffee, "If he's hurting you, walk away. You deserve better." She was right. But she was the hurt. I didn't scream. I didn't throw things. I recorded. And then I made sure they would never forget the sound of my heart breaking. A story of betrayal so deep it rewrote everything I believed about love, family, and forever. Now I'm deciding how much truth Dad can survive... and how much pain they deserve to carry. They shattered her "I do." Now she'll shatter their lies.

We were together for six solid years. Broke together. Dreaming together. Building Apex from my kitchen table at 2 a.m. my spreadsheets, his vision, our future. I gave everything: savings, nights, trust. He promised I'd be there when we made it. Then one afternoon he looked me in the eye and said, "I can't do this anymore." No fight. No real reason. Just gone. Later I learned the truth: the "cousin" who was always around wasn't family. She was the woman he'd been seeing. His sister my best friend helped hide it, helped plan their life while I was still hoping he'd come back. Months later, wedding photos online. Him in a suit. Her in white. Family smiling like I never existed. I broke. Nearly didn't survive it. But I didn't vanish. I left. Rebuilt. Turned the same skills I gave him strategy, discipline, quiet strength into my own success. Stronger. Independent. Thriving. When Apex collapsed liquidated, everything gone, him left with nothing he called. Tired. Remorseful. Wanting to "fix us." I didn't come back to collect. I didn't need to haunt. I just stepped away. Karma handled the rest. Not revenge. Just consequence. When you discard the person who quietly held it all together, the structure doesn't stand. Gravity does what it always does. And I? I'm already somewhere new. Solid. Mine. That's enough .