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 🖤

When seventeen-year-old Elora Hayes leaves Australia and the life she built there, she thinks the hardest part will be missing her boyfriend and best friend. She's wrong. Miami is loud, sun-soaked, and full of people she doesn't know-except one. Ryder Steele, her moody, infuriating, painfully magnetic neighbour, the boy with storms in his eyes and secrets behind his silence. But when a messy party, a devastating text, and one hoodie later unravel everything she thought she knew, Elora's perfect life back home shatters in seconds. Now she's navigating new friendships, complicated feelings, and the reality that the people she trusted most may have betrayed her. And the one boy she never expected-Ryder-might be the only person who knows how to pull her back together. A story about first heartbreaks, new beginnings, found family, and a love that feels like summer thunderstorms and late-night confessions.

Daphne Weston is the famous daughter of a famous F1 team owner. Noah Lennox is the best driver on the team and is also Daphnes older brothers best friend Brothers best friend Forbidden love Frenemies to lovers

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. In a city that eats the innocent alive, 𝐋𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 learned to become the predator. She doesn't have a job - she has disguises. By day, she's just a tired single mother with a daughter to raise and a past that won't stay buried. By night, she's the whisper in Manhattan's penthouses - a conwoman who seduces, steals, and leaves her sins gift-wrapped in diamonds. New York taught her how to survive: weaponise silence, smile like sin, and make danger fall in love with her. Some people run from their past. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Because healing was never the plan. Revenge always was.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢 doesn't believe in love. He believes in order. In obedience. In systems so exact they can rebuild a mind-or erase it. Founder of The Lattice, an exclusive wellness retreat with a waiting list and a secret agenda, Silas promises transformation through surrender. Every command is data; every ritual, a recalibration. Every follower, a study in compliance. He calls it healing. They call it devotion. "I don't need your love," Silas says. "I need the silence that comes after you stop fighting." 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐲 doesn't believe in salvation. She believes in surviving quietly enough not to be noticed. When an invitation to The Lattice appears in her inbox-no sender, no signature-she says yes without remembering why. The rooms are white. The air is too quiet. There are no clocks. The guests smile like they've been practiced. She's told that Silas is here to help her heal. She's told it isn't a cult. She's told the doors aren't locked. She's told she can leave at any time. They all lie. Silas doesn't fix the broken. He collects them. Curiosity brought her to The Lattice. Obedience will keep her there.

"𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙." 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐲 has always been invisible-the quiet girl who learned to survive by staying small. She knows how to keep her head down, how to hide the bruises, how to pretend everything is fine. But when she's forced to start over at Elite High-her father's perfect school for perfect people-her world collides with his. 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 is the golden boy. The mayor's son. The flawless heir to a spotless legacy. Everyone loves him. Everyone needs something from him. Until he meets the girl with sad eyes and trembling hands-the one person who looks at him and sees straight through the shine. She's all soft edges and quiet defiance. He's all sharp smiles and restless guilt. And when their worlds intertwine, something beautiful-and dangerous-begins to bloom. Because love doesn't always heal. Some hearts are just built to break. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: golden boy × broken girl · high school angst · slow burn · trauma healing · "who did this to you?" · found comfort · small-town secrets · protective love · pain-turned-tenderness · emotional intimacy

What if the best thing he never knew he needed was her? What if her dream means nothing without him in it? Will New York City become their Empire of Alleviation? ──────────── A deep voice rumbles through the air. "Has no one ever told you not to drink when you can't handle alcohol?" Inebriated, my mouth moves faster than my self-control. "Has no one ever told you to mind your own business?" "My club. My business." His voice is flat. ──────────── "Spill something dirty about yourself. I won't remember anyway." Instead, his expression turns mischievous as he reaches for something in his pockets. When his hand retrieves, car keys dangle along with a Ferrari pendant. "Is racing dirty enough?" I keep an unimpressed face. "Almost. But there are things WAY dirtier." ──────────── "Every day you give me less of a reason to dislike you." She confesses. "You never disliked me, angel." "Cocky much?" ──────────── "You make me want to live, not just survive." I whisper, pressing a kiss against her forehead. Kara. My darling angel. You and your curls, and that stupid contagious laugh...how deeply you feel, and the art in your eyes and soul. ──────────── "And you knew- you knew it was me and you kept it your dirty little secret. I thought... for fuck's sake I thought you were dead! Did we mean so little to you for it to be so easy to walk away from?!?