It's funny how her name, Azelea, means God has spared, and yet her life is like a cruel joke because it's the opposite of that. Her life is all about hiding and pretending. Her own emotions and feelings are kept and locked into the deepest part of her, where they need to stay buried for the sake of her own survival. There's no way for her to escape her hell of a life. Not until Alexei Maxim Volkov---the Bratva's supposed to be dead king---barged into her life, bloodied and laughing at the trail of demise around him. His hand is extended for Azelea, and all she has to do is reach for it. But she has a feeling that he will not bring her to paradise, and instead... he has every intention to lead her through inferno.

Calandria Maizina is a timekeeper. Her main responsibility is to keep the time flowing of each person's hourglass by appearing in their lives to offer a simple help. A stranger offering their umbrella? A taxi appearing out of nowhere? A random person opening a door for you? That was all her. She needs to spend a million years doing her job so that she'll be reborn as a human with a golden life. However, on her last day, Aevus Maverik Kanea-a man on his deathbed-whispered a name. Her name. A name that she didn't have until that moment. A name that triggered memories that in the first she wasn't supposed to have. A name that should have been kept in the dark to fulfill a million years worth of retribution, and yet it was inescapable. It was the will of the wrath of time.

My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella.

For Luna Alondra Dawson, marriage is a word so simple but holds so much weight. Some people are scared of it, some don't care much about it, for some it's just a paper, while there are those that just use it as a form of agreement, and there are those that are like her who consider it a dream. The happily ever after. She has goals other than marriage. She made sure that she will check off every goal she has on her list. She made a name for herself. She was known for being the indomitable and tenacious Luna Alondra Dawson. Pero sa haba ng listahan na meron siya at sa dami niyang nalagyan ng marka sa listahan na iyon, iisa lang talaga ang nananatiling mailap sa kaniya. She persisted. She didn't gave up. Until he became hers. His ring on her finger, his name as hers. Going home and seeing their shoes neatly arranged side by side. His mug on the coffee table, his toothbrush next to her own, and their pillows on the bed they share. That should be it, right? But things aren't as they seem. Because they have a secret. A secret that she don't want anyone to uncover. Until it's the right time. Until she's ready to set it free.

Tiara Millicent Silvano is considered as one of the most famous and influential prima ballerinas. She was at the top. There was no place to go. There was nothing more to reach for. Control, which had been the power she yielded from a very young age, became the sword pointed at her neck. She was exhausted, ragged to the bones. She was tired of how the world sees her. Like a wind-up music box with a ballerina that doesn't stop dancing. A beautiful doll that only exist to be admired. Until it was him who was watching her. Domino Dawson. He doesn't look at her like an object of fascination, but rather, it feels like he couldn't care any less if she broke her knees and stopped dancing. It's like he doesn't care if she's out of rhythm, if she doesn't smile and wave, or if she act a little unhinged and unbalanced. He doesn't see her pretense of perfection; what he sees is the brokenness, the cracks, and the edges... the real her that even she can't recognize at times.

Circe Isle Andino is one of the most decorated professional surfer. Surfing is her life. During the day, she spent hours and hours riding the waves, and at night she lay contented on her bed sleeping peacefully. There's nothing she want more in her life. Basic needs of a human? That's not a problem to her. She has food and water... and sex? She can purchase a battery operated boyfriend anytime she wants to. Sex is just a cliché thing for her. Something that people loves to hype up. But one drunken night, she realized how wrong she was. One night that the ocean couldn't take away her misery, the stranger drown them by engulfing her in his arms. Just for one night. Because when the morning came, she was gone. He doesn't need the hassle of the morning after of a one night stand, and she don't need to remember the night of her reckless mistake. She just need to go back to her life as if nothing happened. It's not like one night could change her life, right? She was wrong. Life is not that easy. Not when she's looking at two positive lines that would change her life completely.

Published Under Bliss Books The Magnate Series #1: "Broken vows is the same as shattered mirrors, leaving those who touched them hurt and bleeding, staring at the cracked reflection of their faces." Philomena Dianne Suarez is the Miss Persistent Awardee of the year. She's smart, beautiful and yes, has pleasing personality. She's the type of girl na kapag gusto niya ay hindi niya titigilan hanggang sa makuha and so, when she met Dr. Dean Angelo Samaniego, that cold, no emotions at all type-of-man in a medical convention abroad, she knew he's the one. She pursued him and it turned out great. She got the man of her dreams, married him too like a lotto winner! Just that, the start of her dream happy ending is also the end of it. Their marriage turned to nothing but mere forgotten devotions, empty promises and...broken vows.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [ SPG | R18 ] #RozovskyHeirsSeries2

STAS To be on top, I had to maintain my strength. The brutal force I had to show everyone to make them kneel at my feet. The empire that was built before me had to be strong, and the foundation of it lies from the souls that I had to take to prove that I am worthy to be in this throne. I am no hero. I was the savage, cold villain that some wanted to put six feet under. I am a monster, yet there were people wanted to show their loyalty to me even the cost was their lives or the people that they loved. Some even offered their precious daughters to be my wife just to secure a partnership with me. But love was not a part of my life. The only thing that matters to me was power and money and whatever connections I could use to stay in my place. Until Sofia came and changed everything.

Sofia I was hungry for revenge. I vowed to crushed down the man that killed my parents. I did everything, married the same man that I promised to crumple to the ground. But it didn't occur to me that once I tasted the vengeance, it has an ultimate price to pay. I am paying it with my life. With my heart. I knew I can run but I can never hide from the devil Stanislav Rozovsky. I changed him to become a better man but, in the end, I made him the ultimate sinister. I made him worse than the devil he was before. Now, he was hunting me. And I don't know until when I can run away from him. ---------- Stas For the first time, I opened my heart. I fell in love and I promised to give my love, my all to the woman who made me feel that love was still meant for a tyrant like me. As my love for her was getting deeper, she crushed it without a warning. Stabbed it. Crumpled it until I was slumped to the ground didn't know if I could still recover. But hell, I am Stanislav Rozovsky. I am the devil. I was raised in hell. I am the soulless monster that anyone was afraid of. Not one woman could bring me down like that. I will stand up, gather myself and surely, she will wish that she never knew me at all. She can run but definitely, she cannot hide from me. I am going to hunt her until I'll have my hands on her. And I am going to make her savor the sweetness of my revenge. (This is book 2 of a two part duet from Rozovsky Heirs series. Book 1 is Stanislav Vaughn) You need to read the book 1 first before reading this)