Maya runs away from home, escaping an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar city-Chicago. Attacked and robbed of everything, she's left with nothing-no money, no safety, no hope. When a strip club poster catches her eye, Maya makes a decision: one night on stage could earn her enough for a room, maybe even a way to survive. Instead, she meets Roman Volkov. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Roman is the Mafia boss who owns the city's underworld. He makes her an offer: one night with him, and she'll have more money than she knows what to do with. It should be simple. Just a deal. Just one night in Chicago with a man she'll never see again. But when the sun rises, Maya learns the truth: No one spends just one night with Roman Volkov.

FORBIDDEN ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS Dark, twisted, and heartbreakingly passionate, it's a forbidden love story about enemies with benefits, obsession, revenge, addiction, and a love that refuses to die, even when the world demands it. How can it be wrong if it feels so fucking right? ... And then his mouth was on mine. It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. It was a collision of teeth, breath, desperation and fucking vodka. My back hit the mirror, the cracked glass rattling as his hands slid up my thighs, gripping, lifting me like I weighed nothing. "Lorenzo-" "Shut up," he rasped against my lips, kissing me harder. "Just - shut up." I clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my mouth, and pressed closer, his hips slotting between my legs as he pinned me to the mirror. Every inch of me screamed to shove him away. Every inch of me burned to pull him closer. His hands were everywhere, spreading over my waist, skimming up my sides, catching my jaw to tilt my head just so as his mouth devoured mine. The cracked mirror dug cold into my back, but the heat of him was a wildfire swallowing me whole. "You hate me, remember?" he muttered against my mouth, biting my bottom lip before sucking it back into a kiss. "I do," I gasped, nails scraping down his arms. "Good," he said darkly, kissing me again, harder this time. "Hate me harder." I did. I kissed him like it was a fight, like it was revenge, like it was the only way to breathe. ... fractured love trilogy #2 [can be read as a standalone]

Meet Elizabeth Wilson She once believed in fairy tales. A kindhearted girl born into nothing but hardship, she lived in the heart of Rome, a city that felt too big for her small, orphaned world. Elizabeth was a ballerina-a dreamer. She moved like poetry on a stage and spent her days balancing college classes and part-time jobs to pay for her survival. Despite everything, Elizabeth loved life's smallest blessings-the scent of fresh coffee, the sound of music through her headphones, the way the city lights reflected off rainy sidewalks. She believed in love. In kindness. In freedom. But fate had different plans. Because darkness doesn't always announce itself with storms. Sometimes, it walks into your life wearing a devil's smile. ● ● ● Enter Samuel Vitale. He wasn't a college boy. Not really. He looked the part-young, handsome, confident. But behind those cold hazel eyes lived a monster. A powerful drug dealer with blood on his hands and an empire in the making. He ran the underworld like a ghost. Smart, calculated, deadly. Samuel was ruthless. Born to chaos, raised by cruelty, he learned early that love was a weakness and loyalty was just another word for chains. But something shifted the day he saw her. Elizabeth. To him, she was light. Beauty. The one thing he didn't know he needed. And once he laid eyes on her, he couldn't look away. ● ● ● Read prologue for detailed description.

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

She lost everything in a single night - her home, her family, and the freedom to choose. Now she's trapped in the arms of the man who should've let her burn... but didn't. He saved her not out of mercy - but obsession. And he's not done claiming what's his.

Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

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. ---

"Who are you?" He blinks but doesn't hesitate to answer. "Alexander.... Your husband." My heart skips. "Husband? I'm Married?" ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ✦ "𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲." ✦ ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ My Husband 𝜗𝜚˚ I lazily open my eyes with a whimper. The basement. I'm in the basement. Im seated on a chair, my hands tied behind my back and my ankles tied against the chair legs. All because I tried to escape. Again. I start to sob quietly. I have no clue what he's going to do to me. The door infront of me opens and I flinch. He walks in. A monster. A devil. A psychopath. 𝗠𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Evelyn wakes up from a coma with no memory of the past 2 years. Suddenly, she is married, has a husband, and lives in a fancy mansion. Evelyn tells herself she will attempt to remember everything but is it as simple as it seems?? ♡♡♡ Alexander is obsessed with Evelyn and keeps her all to himself. But when things don't go as planned and she looses her memory, he takes this as an opportunity to manipulate Evelyn. Alexander makes it his mission to prevent Evelyn from remembering the past. ♡♡♡ Nikolai doesn't like Alexander but has no choice but to work with him. He randomly bumps into Evelyn one day and instantly takes a liking towards her. Regardless of knowing she's Alexanders wife, he still can't seem to stay away from her. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"Don't look at me like that..." Vanessa Hart has always been the good girl-quiet, studious, achingly innocent. At eighteen, her world is small and safe, defined by library books and the gentle, fading memory of her father. She's a untouched flower, never been plucked, never been kissed. But when her fragile, grieving mother brings home Carter Anderson, that small, safe world shatters. Carter is everything Vanessa shouldn't want. Older. Forbidden. Powerful. Soon to be her stepfather. A wealthy titan of industry with a gaze that feels like a physical touch, he moves through their modest home like a panther in a cage of glass. He is twice her age, all sharp suits, cold authority, and a dominance that makes the air crackle. And the way he watches her-dark, hungry, utterly possessive-sends shivers of something terrifying and thrilling down her spine. He is a man who takes what he wants, and he wants *her*. One sweltering night, trapped together in the oppressive silence of the study, he corners her. The scent of his expensive cologne and aged whiskey is an intoxicating fog. His finger, calloused and warm, tilts her chin up, forcing her to meet his burning gaze. "You have no idea," he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates deep within her, "how hard it is not to touch you. Not to claim what has been mine from the moment I saw you." His mouth crashes down on hers, not asking, but *taking*. It's not a gentle first kiss; it's a conquest. It's a devouring of her innocence, a branding of his ownership. A weak protest dies in her throat, morphing into a gasp that he swallows whole. His hands are everywhere, mapping the territory of her body she's never shown to anyone, burning through the thin cotton of her dress. "This is wrong," she breathes against his lips, even as her body arches into his. "Wrong has never felt so right, little one," he growls, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her to the leather sofa.