Autumn has exactly eighteen months to decide whether she'll marry a man she never chose. Refusing isn't as simple as walking away. Not when her family's future depends on the agreement. Not when her grandfather has already signed the papers. And certainly not when the man waiting at the end of the aisle is Kael Vyene. Cold. Brilliant. Infuriatingly composed. A man who somehow knows her better than he should. From the moment they meet, Kael seems determined to prove that the arranged marriage doesn't have to be a prison. His closest friends, Dante and Elster, aren't much help either. One disarms her with effortless charm, the other quietly sees through every wall she builds. They're always together. They finish each other's sentences. They share glances she doesn't understand. And every answer they give seems to hide another question. The more time Autumn spends with them, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the feeling that she's walked into a story that began long before she arrived. Then she uncovers the one secret no one intended for her to find. Suddenly, every conversation, every lingering touch, every stolen look falls into place. Except now she's left with an impossible choice. Walk away before it's too late... Or stay long enough to discover why three men who already have everything seem willing to risk it all for a woman they were never supposed to love. Because eighteen months is a long time to keep your distance. It's also more than enough time to fall for the people you swore you'd never forgive. And some secrets... Were never meant to survive the truth.

They both smile like they want nothing more than to see me break. Ryze, with that devilish grin like he knows he'll enjoy every second of it, and Jace, my stepbrother. He's not supposed to want me, and I'm not supposed to want them. But the way he looks at me- with that teasing cruel smirk of his.... It makes me forget every rule I swore I'd keep. And when he speaks-low, cruel, filthy- my body answers before I can say no. ................................................................................ trigger warnings: please read ! dubious nonconsent/coercion!! power imbalance sexual content (explicit) emotional manipulation bullying/verbal degradation death of a parent (referenced) secret society violence and initiation themes knife play (not blood) blackmail stepsibling relationship psychological trauma (referenced) mask kink gore

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

DARK REVERSE HAREM WITH BILLIONAIRE VIBES | I was the queen of the most elite brothel on the East Coast until five billionaire brothers claimed me. Now I'm trapped in a Manhattan penthouse, bound by a year of obedience in exchange for my freedom. The deal is brutal: no trial, no escape. Just one gilded cage and five devils in tailored suits. They want my body. My soul. My surrender. And they'll use whatever it takes-control, games, or heat-to get it. But I didn't survive the streets, the secrets, and the scars by bending. And while they think they're watching me... I'm hiding something that could burn their empire to the ground. If they find out, they won't break me. They'll bury me.

~JULIET~ 10 years ago, I witnessed the murder of my family right before my eyes as we were betrayed by the one we trusted most. As the only surviving member of the family and heir to the throne, I was taken and sold to the highest bidder, leaving my uncle to steal my families legacy. After 10 years of torture, captivity and fear at my masters hands, I clutch onto the hope that someday I may be free from his grasp. He keeps me trapped, completely isolated from the world I once knew, but after years of searching for a way out, I've almost lost time until he owns me completely. But just when all hope is lost, THEY find me..... -THE RUSSIANS- After years of running the Russian mafia with a tight fist, we lay waiting, plotting the revenge we are so rightfully owed. 10 years ago, something very precious was taken from us, and we want it back. We're getting closer and closer, and its only a matter of time till we find what we've been searching for, even if its in the most unlikely of places.... --------------------------- Contains mature content

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

Dove Quinn is a orphan sweet innocent girl who was everything they weren't. A porcelain doll with blue eyes and a heart too pure for the world she was about to be dragged into, she still believed in love stories, unaware that hers had already been written in blood and obsession. They'd been watching her for a year. Three shadows lurking in the silence. The Santoro triplets- Blaze, Cain and Silas. A Mafia royalty. Billionaire tyrants who ruled the underworld with cold hands and colder hearts. No one crossed them. No one questioned them. And no one, ever, touched what belonged to them. And Dove? She was theirs. Always had been. She just didn't know it yet. For a year, they watched her innocence bloom, tracked her every dimpled smile, every routine, every friend she barely had. They stalked, waited, and were obsessed and waited till she turned eighteen then they took her.... In their world, love came in chains and kisses tasted like control. They didn't want her fear, they wanted her surrender. Slowly. Completely. And they would have it. Because Dove was the only soft thing they'd ever touch without breaking. But that didn't mean they wouldn't bend her. Over and over again. Until her innocence wore their names.

Jessa Fischer - They're monsters. For years, the Morinov name has been a ghost. Brutal, ruthless, and terrifyingly anonymous. No one has ever seen their faces and lived to tell the tale. I'm the only exception. They took me one evening, and now I'm at their mercy. In this house of ghosts, I'm starting to realize that the only thing more frightening than the Morinovs' darkness is the part of me that secretly craves it. Morinovs - She's simply a mean for us to solidify our empire. An innocent mafia princess with the misfortune of crossing paths with us. She's supposed to be soft, quiet, and in the background. But the longer she lives with us, the more she defies us. She was once just our captive, but now she's undeniably something more.