Three years ago, Eleanor was married off to billionaire Alexander Sinclair, a man whose striking looks hide a heart shaped by vengeance. Alexander believes Eleanor's father helped destroy the only woman he loved: Isla Johnson, who was kidnapped and murdered days after Eleanor became his wife. So he makes Eleanor pay with rules she can't break. A life she can't escape and a marriage that feels more like a prison than a promise. But when the men who started it all are gone, Alexander still doesn't set her free. He tightens the leash. Because Eleanor isn't just his revenge anymore. She's his obsession. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️: This story includes abusive relationship dynamics, severe power imbalance, coercive control, and a highly obsessive male lead. The female protagonist is in a situation where she is effectively trapped and not operating with full autonomy for significant portions of the story. It also includes sexual content involving coercion and morally questionable or non-consensual dynamics. This is a dark romance story and is not meant to be interpreted as a healthy relationship or idealized behavior. If you are uncomfortable with these themes, do not continue reading. This is the only warning provided. Read at your own risk.

(completed) She trusted her with everything-her secrets, her heart, and even her marriage. Delilah never thought betrayal could wear a familiar face. She and Elena have been best friends since they were seven. They've been through everything-school dances, breakups, heartbreak, college, adulthood. Elena was always there. Her constant. Her comfort. Her family. So when Destiny got married, there was no question who would stand by her side. Elena was her maid of honor, holding her bouquet with shaking hands and tearful eyes. What Delilah didn't know was that Elena had already slept with the groom. And she never stopped. For two years, Elena's been sharing her husband. And Delilah, completely unaware, confides in her like always-crying to her about how distant he's become, how cold his touch feels, how something just doesn't feel right. Elena listens patiently, holds her while she cries, and then goes back to the man Delilah calls hers. Every fear Delilah shares is another secret Elena carries straight into his arms. And to twist the knife even deeper, Elena spins her own fantasy. She gushes about a secret lover-a man who spoils her, buys her expensive gifts, and makes her feel like she's finally found the love she's always wanted. Delilah cheers her on. Laughs with her. Supports her. She never suspects the truth. She never thinks to look that close. Because who would ever suspect their best friend? This isn't just infidelity. This is heartbreak in disguise. And by the time Delilah learns the truth.. There may be nothing left of the life she built. "She calls it devotion, he calls it mistake, her friend calls it nothing but all three take. If the crime is shared and the truth is gone, who is the villain when everyone is wrong?"

Three years ago, Layla Worthington fled a gilded cage and the man who nearly destroyed her. Dean Worthington may be a charming billionaire CEO to the world, but behind closed doors, he was her nightmare. One brutal night pushed her to the edge, and she disappeared. Now she's Dr. Layla Walker, living quietly in Seaford, Delaware, finally free. But Dean has found her. Driven by obsession and twisted regret, he's come to take back what he thinks belongs to him, and he won't take no for an answer. CONTENT WARNING: This story features a soft, submissive female lead and a male lead with a history of infidelity and physical abuse . The plot centers on his redemption arc and attempt to reclaim her heart. If you prefer traditionally strong heroines or struggle with flawed heroes seeking forgiveness, this book may not be for you.

Some heartbreaks don't just hurt-they change you. In a world where love was supposed to be safe, she was betrayed by the two people she trusted most. What began as passion ended in a wreckage of lies, broken promises, and a heart shattered beyond recognition. Now, she's no longer the naive girl who believed in forever. She's a survivor, piecing herself back together from the ashes of what they destroyed. But when trust is stolen and love turns to vengeance, one question remains: Can a stolen heart ever truly heal?

His betrayal was the storm that could have drowned her, but instead, it awakened the fire she never knew she carried. He expected her tears- but she didn't shed a single one. He expected her to plead- but she gave him nothing except a cold, final silence. He expected her to break- but she walked away with her head high, leaving him to realize the weight of what he threw away. And when she stepped out of his life, she stepped into a world where her love was not taken for granted- into the arms of a man who understood loyalty, valued respect, and knew how to hold a woman like her... not as a possession, but as a partner. She didn't lose him. He lost her. And she found someone far more capable of loving the storm in her heart.

In 1995, Catherine Brennan lost a daughter. In 1996, she disappeared for eight months. This is what those eight months were. Told in her voice. From the inside. Mature. Literary fiction. First person. Unflinching. - Mature Content: Sexual content, self-destructive behavior. Not for younger readers. Content Warning: Stillbirth. Depictions of grief and dissociation. If any of this is close to home, take care of yourself. Talk to someone you trust, or find a crisis line at findahelpline.com if you need one.

Olivia Marsh makes beautiful things for rich women and never gets let in the front door. She's a seamstress's daughter who clawed out a careful life on nothing but skill - until a birthday dinner blows it apart. The absent father she built a whole self around isn't a blank. He's a name. A skyline. A Dallas dynasty. And he's known exactly where she was for twenty-five years. Then there's Gabe - the security man falling for her, who has no idea the powerful family he's guarding from the inside is hers. She doesn't want their money. She doesn't want their name. She doesn't want a seat at their table. She wants one thing they can't refuse her - and she's going to walk into the grandest room in the city and take it. Some daughters get bought. This one gets even. 💚

Danny Verdago - recruited straight from the Military and trained to become a highly specialised undercover operative. For eight years, he's devoted his life to a single case- one that has demanded everything and cost him more than he ever imagined. What Danny never planned for was Tia. For the past four years, she's been his wife, his rock, and the one constant in a life built on secrets. She's the reason every sacrifice has been worth it and the reason he's ready to walk away from his career. Now, one final undercover deployment, the climax of everything he's worked for stands between Danny and the desk job that promises a future beyond the secrets and the double life. But as the operation hurtles toward its end, Danny is dragged deeper into the life he's spent years trying to keep separate. With the case closing in and the stakes higher than ever, he faces an impossible choice. How far is he willing to go to finish the mission he's sacrificed so much for? This time, the price of success won't be measured in years, careers, or half truths. It could cost him Tia, the family they've dreamed of, and everything that truly matters to him.

Bridstow, Shropshire, 1962. Emily Calloway runs the village surgery of Dr. Hartley and Dr. Hargrove with quiet, unfailing competence and asking for very little in return.'What would I do without you?' Dr. Hargrove says more than once. But when a beautiful blonde arrives at the surgery one afternoon with monogrammed luggage and every appearance of belonging at Dr. Hargrove's side, Emily discovers there are some heartbreaks no amount of discipline can keep neatly contained, and Dr. Hargrove will discover exactly what life without Emily Calloway is like. This is a vintage old school Mills & Boon-style inspired tale, but with a stronger heroine, and a little grovel thrown in.

Rule #1: Never fall for your playboy best friend. Ariana Kensington broke that rule years ago. Roman Harket flirts, disappears, and breaks hearts like it's second nature. Just never hers, because he only sees her as his best friend. Or does he? Dear Playboy Best Friend, when did pretending stop being enough?