All she ever wanted was to give her heart to someone who would treasure it. When she met him, the man from another country, she fell deeply in love, thinking that he was the one who would complete her. It only lasted 2 Years. He just... vanished. She almost gave up, but Boris happened... she nearly believed he was going to be her "HAPPILY EVER AFTER", but fate always does the unexpected. You want to know more? Continue reading...

When 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 22, drops out of college after her father is sentenced to prison for a crime he swears he didn't commit, her life collapses fast...eviction notices, unpaid tuition, a mother barely holding it together. Then 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 appears. Late 40s. Private wealth. No digital footprint. He offers her a monthly allowance for companionship only. No sex. No exclusivity clause. No explanations. What unsettles Kailani isn't the money. It's how little she needs to explain herself because he already knows.

Sage wasn't your ordinary girl, I'm not even going to lie. Stalking, swooning, and taking pictures were a part of her normal life. When she witnesses the love of her life get mowed down by a car during one of her daily Uh....following routines, her whole world comes crashing down. When he ends up getting amnesia she steps up and becomes the wife he literally never had. Now Mr. and Mrs.Gregorio go through life and try to pick up all the fallen pieces. But when Sage finds out something shocking and he finds out about her web of lies, could he walk away and loose everything and everyone that's new and better to him? Will she walk away and find someone else to love to the point of stalking...or will he always be... Unfortunately Hers.

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Let me get this straight. You want me to agree to an open marriage? As secrets surface and boundaries burn away, two people must confront what their vows really mean and whether love can survive when everything is laid bare.

+18 If Kahina Moryah thought of herself as the most selfish and superficial person in the world, it was only because she had not yet met Isaak Krysanov. He embodied everything she despised most. And yet, Kahina was far from virtuous. Her choices were not guided by universal morals or any ethical code. But the deeper she ventured into Isaak's psychotic and violent world, the clearer the truth became: she was nothing more than a fragile flower, sheltered and nurtured all her life. Isaak, on the other hand, was a monster. And he owned it unapologetically. It was what defined him. Yet, every time his gaze fell on Kahina, a dark part of his soul screamed at him to destroy her... and then rebuild her. Over and over again. An endless cycle, as destructive as it was captivating. ... « Isaak eyed me up with a satisfied smile, his steely gaze shining with an amused glint. He leaned back casually on the sofa, a look of triumph hovering over his lips. -You know, Moryah, he breathed in a low, drawling voice, this is exactly how I want you... completely submissive to me. With a sudden movement, he grabbed the back of my neck, his firm fingers pressing against my skin. My breath caught. He pressed my face between his legs. -Suck me, and if I'm satisfied, we'll see about the contract. I was aware of the trap closing in on me. The game I'd gotten myself into. And yet, I stayed there. »

....where only one thing is required: your silence

| 2025 Wattys Shortlist 🖊️🧡! In Cairnwall, 1972, unaware of the mobster who has been threading across the narrow line of near psychotic obsession for over a year, finally makes himself known to her. His unwavering attraction to her is forbidden, frowned upon by many, and they both know this. But he doesn't care. Before her, no one was able to crack through his mask, but she smashes through it without effort-without needing to say a word. She makes his heart-something he cast aside long ago-stumble and stammer with a simple smile. Her breath catches when he glances her way, her heart burning when he pulls away, but she would rather push him away, keep their coupling hidden away, locked behind closed doors, and deep within the depths of the shadows. She wants to protect herself from the scrutiny society will cast upon her for having the gall to be with him, but he wants to put her on his throne and make society kiss her feet. What will happen when two worlds that should not even glide past each other end up crashing?

Cassian Drevault is a prisoner of his own madness. Born into a kingdom of cruelty and cold control, he wears his legacy like chains - and beneath the polished mask, he punishes himself for every tear Ziva Mace sheds. Three years ago, she stained his world with a single careless spill. Since then, she has been his obsession, his torment, the fracture in his fractured soul. She doesn't remember him. She never knew the man who watches her from the shadows, who lures her into a gilded cage beneath his cold estate's iron gates. He cages her body with iron rules, surveillance, and ruthless demand. But she cages his soul with silent defiance. Every tear she refuses to shed, he bleeds thrice over. Every act of resistance, he scars himself in the dark, invisible to the world. To the outside, he is the captor - the man who owns her. But in the prison of obsession and pain, the roles are blurred. She is the jailer. He is the captive. And in this poisoned dance of possession, love is a weapon, agony a currency, and freedom a cruel illusion neither can afford. --- "He built a cage of walls and whispers - but she holds the key to his prison." "She is the lock he cannot pick, the silence he cannot break." "In the end, captivity is not about chains - it's about who holds your soul."

She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---