🖤 ONGOING STORY 🖤 🔪 Dark Romance | Mature Themes 🕯️ Updates Weekly ‼️ TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ This story contains dark and sensitive content. Please read with caution. Themes include: ⚠️ Childhood abuse ⚠️ Sexual assault (SA) ⚠️ Domestic violence / abuse ⚠️ Graphic torture & violence ⚠️ Suicidal thoughts / ideation ⚠️ Possessive behavior & light stalking This is not a love story for the faint of heart. It's about survival, obsession, and what happens when the only person who ever protected you... becomes the only one who can destroy you. 🩸 Read responsibly. Take breaks if you need to. 🩸 Solana Beaulieu has learned how to stay quiet. It's how she's survived-keeping her head down, hiding the bruises, and pretending everything is fine. The world only sees what she allows them to see. And no one asks questions... until he shows up. Cassien Donatello was the boy who once protected her in silence. Now he's a man-colder, more dangerous, and unwilling to walk away this time. When fate places Solana back in his path, Cassien refuses to look the other way. He's seen too much. And he knows the truth: the man in her life is a monster who doesn't deserve to keep breathing. But Solana isn't the broken girl he remembers. And Cassien is no hero. Dark, obsessive, and unflinchingly loyal, Cassien will burn down the world to protect her. Even if she's too afraid to ask for his help. Even if she tells him to leave. In a world where pain has always been louder than love, Solana will have to decide who she can trust-and what it really means to be safe.

Luca Giovanni. The heir to New York's biggest enterprise has a task to complete before his father will pass down the company to him- the company that he's worked his whole life for. He has to find a wife. See, Luca? He didn't do the hearts and flowers. He didn't even do dates. He didn't need back talk, he knew what he wanted. A Submissive. When little miss Valerie Stevens waltzes- well runs into him and spills her Starbucks on him & literally falls down on her knees to beg for forgiveness... he believes he's found just the right girl. Little did he know, Valerie would take him on a ride he never expected and get caught up in the Italian mob along the way. Oh, and she doesn't have a submissive bone in her body.

Aurora Velasco fled from a life promised to her: an entire empire on a golden platter. Despite possessing the skills, power, strength, and knowledge to rule, she never wanted the throne, not with the risks. Yet, her people will stop at nothing to see her ascend as their empress. Determined to escape this fate, she runs relentlessly, evading all who pursue her. Then she meets him. Marcellous Di Capo, a notorious and ruthless Don, becomes obsessed with Aurora after a one-night stand. Known as the devil incarnate, Marcellous is accustomed to taking possession of what he desires, and Aurora is no exception. The moment she holds a gun to his head, challenging her destiny, she becomes his obsession. Little does he know, the woman behind the mask is his worst nightmare. - "We are going to play a game, my sunshine," he murmurs, his hot breath trailing along the side of my neck. His hand finds my heated pussy, clutching it with just enough force to remind me exactly who it belong to. My heart stutters, my breath falters, and all I can feel is the searing heat of his presence. His lips hover dangerously close to my ear. "One where I fuck you recklessly, without mercy, and you won't make a sound... because if anyone around us hears, I will punish you." *** This book is unapologetically intense, filled with a few graphic violence and explicit content that explores the darker sides of humanity. It's not for people who shy away from brutal, unfiltered storytelling. If violence and sexual themes make you uncomfortable, this might not be the story for you. Proceed with caution- you've been warned. #1 in Spy: October 9, 2024 #1 in plot: January 17, 2025

She is all warmth - curls in a high puff, glossed lips, flour on her apron, and a voice that carries. Her bakery is her world, filled with golden light and old people who call her "sweetheart." But she's lonely. She hides it behind laughter, behind playlists and pastries and hustle. This is her dream, but it's hard doing it alone in a city that doesn't wait for anyone. He is part of something dark - mafia blood, high-ranking, feared. The kind of man who speaks in low tones, wears all-black even in summer, and carries his trauma like a shadow. He's never wanted softness. He doesn't even like sweets. But something about her got under his skin - her laugh, her voice, the way she's alive when he hasn't felt anything in years. Now he comes to her bakery. Every day. Same table. Same order. Watching. Waiting. At first, he just needed a place to hide. Then he needed to see her. And now? He needs her like a sin he can't confess.

The first thing he noticed wasn't the blood in the glass. It was her. Draped in crimson silk, barefoot, smiling like she'd been expecting him. "You're not very good at breaking and entering," she said. Her voice was honey and rot. Cassian tightened his grip on the crowbar. "I didn't think anyone was home." She stepped forward. "You were wrong." And God, he was. SLOW UPDATES!!!