Alina Windsor embarks on the post-graduation trip she's always dreamed of, but she never imagined she'd meet someone like Kingston Romano. As they grow closer during the vacation, she finds herself unexpectedly tied to him with a ring. Following a drunken error, Alina hastily returns to the United States without realizing she just tied the knot with a powerful figure. The twist? Her new spouse happens to be the leader of the Italian mafia, and she's now his queen. ❝ Here's the thing Princess, you and that tight little p*ssy of yours is mine. I've owned every little inch of you since saying I Do ❞

Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee. Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind. But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn-he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last? --- This story is significantly different from the original version. It maintains the key plot while changing the outline, fixing as much plot holes as possible, adding new characters, depths, and chapters. I wrote this to better suit the sequel, <It Started With A Kiss>

Anne thought she had a "forever love" with Kyle. But when she discovers Kyle having an intimate moment with another woman on the day of their 4th wedding anniversary, her world shatters. This is a story about betrayal and picking up the pieces of a destroyed heart. *The writing is unedited.

Ira Sen: 29. Quietly fierce, emotionally intelligent, an architect who believes buildings should feel safe from the inside. Raghav Malhotra: 31. Ira's fiancé. Charismatic, conflict-avoidant, believes love means protection, even if it involves deception. Dev Khanna: 30. Raghav's best friend. Grounded, observant, always present. Loves Ira without claiming her. Meera Malhotra: Raghav's mother. Polished cruelty disguised as concern.

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ Avni Sharma thought the worst her demanding boss could throw at her was sleepless nights and impossible deadlines-until he asked her to become his contract wife for six months. Rudransh Singh Rathore, ruthless CEO of Rathore Group of Industries and India's most sought-after bachelor, has no interest in love or marriage. But with mounting pressure from his family, he needs a solution-and fast. His answer? The one woman who always gets the job done: his loyal and unsuspecting PA. What starts as a professional arrangement soon blurs into something dangerously personal...

Rosie thought her life was getting better, that she would experience the fairy tale of living happily ever after. She thought the worst years of her life were over but the worse was yet to come. Rosie thought she had escaped from her past, that the past will stay in the past. But does it always do? But things from the past have a way of coming back to bite us in the ass. She was living a new life, with a different identity and a new place to call home. She was happy with her boyfriend and ready to build a home with him. But you see, the past always has a way of showing up when you least expect it to especially when you're having the time of your life, when you're at your happiest, thinking nothing could take it away from you, then it sweeps everything from beneath you. She was betrayed by the two persons she trusted the must. Trigger warning: mention of SA Starts: Oct. 6, 2019 Ends: Top Ranks #1 Dreaming #1Flashback #1Concern

She was bold and fearless. Confidence was her second skin back then. She didn't walk into rooms- she owned them. People thought she was spoiled. Maybe she was. But she also loved fiercely- until a single night of humiliation and betrayal tore her world apart. She survived heartbreak, betrayal, and a pain no one could see. Years later, she's built a quiet life of her own - running a cozy café, keeping to herself, and trusting no one. Until he walks in. The man she once loved, now a father of a 2-year-old boy. And the little boy looks at her with innocent eyes that awaken something she thought she'd lost forever. Can a heart that has known betrayal learn to trust again? Can love survive the wounds of the past? Sometimes, fate and destiny meet in the most unexpected ways - and second chances come when you least expect them.

Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

The Consumed She was mine. My first love. My ruin. Until I let a lie rip her from my grasp. Now, I chase her like a dying man gasping for air, desperate to breathe her in again. But she won't forgive me. Won't even look at me. I'd bleed for her. I have. She thinks she's free, that she's escaped me. But if she won't come back willingly... I'll make sure she has no choice. The Untamed Once, I was his. Now, I am the storm he never saw coming. I rebuilt myself from the wreckage of his betrayal, but obsession doesn't die, it festers. And just when I think I've escaped him... someone else is watching, waiting to claim me as his own. The Haunted She doesn't know she belongs to me yet. But she will. She can run, she can fight, but in the end, she will surrender because no one escapes me.

Anxious overachiever, Sophia Calloway, has a plan; graduate top of her class, get into a top 3 law school, keep her head down and emotions quieter. So when the University of Michigan's ice hockey team targets her in a prank gone wrong? She's ready to call campus security, drop-kick the nearest jock and move on with her structured little life. Instead, she gets Holden Zhao. Captain of the hockey team- too charming for his own good, worryingly reckless and absolutely allergic to authority. And now- assigned to her beloved library shift as punishment. Holden has never met a girl who doesn't fall at his feet. Sophia has never met a boy who makes her want to scream... and maybe kiss, all in the same breath. He calls her uptight. She calls him a menace. But the longer they're stuck together, the harder it is to pretend it's just a punishment. The less it feels like one, too. ➳♡➳ "I'm not going to kiss you, Soph." She crosses her arms defensively. "And why the hell not?" "I'm not going to kiss you," My lips graze the shell of her ear. "Until you beg me to." ➳♡➳ Slow burn. Enemies to friends to lovers. Banter like a whiplash. One anxious overachiever. One chaotic hockey captain. This was never part of the plan.