𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ New chapters every Monday, Wednesday, Friday & Sunday 🖤

Angelina D'Amato was twenty-three and pregnant when Vincenzo went to prison. Twenty-three and terrified that the life he chose would swallow their daughter he didn't know about whole before she even took her first breath. So she had to make a choice. Walk away or watch everything burn. She chose to walk away. Seven years later, 1995 NYC, she's an undercover NYPD agent with a new face and a singular focus. She's to infiltrate the Castellano crime family and take down their Consigliere. The job is dangerous. The target is deadly. And when she sits across from Vincenzo Vitale for the first time as "Marianna Marino," she realizes the worst part isn't the risk of being killed. It's that he still looks at her like she's the only person in the room. Vincenzo Vitale spent seven years building an empire on the ashes of everything he lost. Prison taught him control. Power taught him patience. Being Consigliere taught him that sentiment gets you killed. Angelina broke him, but he had moved on. He turned off his emotions and let the dark mafioso life consume his soul. There was no more room for heartbreak, and he'd learned to live in the dark until she became the light he didn't want. When the blonde woman walked into his world, something about her unravels him in ways he can't explain. She's too smart for her own good. Too familiar in moments that shouldn't feel familiar at all. He tells himself it's attraction or chemistry and nothing more. Until Vincenzo is hit with the realization that she is not some ordinary blonde, but the woman he used to love. Love doesn't always give you a choice. Sometimes it just gives you a reckoning and the knowledge that some people were never meant to be strangers, no matter how hard you tried to make them disappear.

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

☆ SLOW BURN • DARK ROMANCE • NO SMUT ☆ 〜 They burned her kingdom to ash. Now she sleeps beneath the roof of its conqueror. Clarice, last princess of Sahradyn, was meant to die with her family. Instead, she was spared, dragged across enemy lines and locked in a tower by the man who shattered her world. King Caelen of Velmoras is cold, calculating, and ruthless. He offers her only one choice: become his concubine, or rot in the tower. Yet even as Clarice plots her survival, something stirs between them. A pull. A thread. The old texts call it the soul-thread: a bond said to bind enemies as often as lovers, rare and perilous, long dismissed as myth. But Clarice feels it now, in every glance, every silence, every clash of wills with the man she should hate above all others. As war brews on the borders and kingdoms begin to fracture, Clarice must decide whether the thread binding her to Caelen is a curse to be severed, or a weapon powerful enough to change the fate of empires.