𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 ✦ He is everywhere in my mind. My peace. My storm. My madness. I still don't know why he agreed to marry me. There's a motive - I know there is. A man like him doesn't play games without a reason. But strangely, I don't care. I should. But I don't. Because I don't want him for love. I don't want him for peace. I want him because he's mine. I've said it before, and I'll scream it again - If I ever leave him, I'll kill him, then kill myself, and find him in hell. 𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒗 ✦ I'll marry her. I'll use her. I'll break her. And when my revenge is complete, I'll throw her out of my life like yesterday's deal. But right now? Fuck it. She's really something. I thought she was trying to prove her worth to the corporate world, beating me in tenders, stealing headlines. But no. Here she is - beating me in my own game. And I'm willingly walking into her trap. Smiling. ──⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── Don't judge this book before 10 Chapters...ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

She took a step closer, her eyes blazing with anger. "You want to know what's really unfair? It's that you're mad at me for doing what you should have done in the first place. You should have come to talk to me, should have made an effort. But no, instead you're over here, pouting and blaming me for your own lack of action. You're so-" I cut her off mid-sentence, my hands grasping her face, my lips crashing down on hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. I silenced her venomous words with my own desperate need. I growled to myself, my mind racing with the truth. I was holding back, and I knew it. But I didn't mean to blame her for my own fears. That was just a coward's excuse. But if she wanted me to take action, I was more than happy to oblige. I devoured her lips, my head tilting deep into the kiss. She tensed, her body rigid with surprise, but then relaxed into me, her lips parting to let me in. ----------------------------- Secrets, passion, and a forbidden attraction... What happens when you witness someone's darkest moment? For Adeline, witnessing Eryx Valtor's darkest moment sets off a chain reaction. Claimed as his girlfriend, Adeline must navigate the secrets and lies swirling around them. But as she's drawn to Eryx's intense passion, she realizes the greatest danger lies not in the secrets he keeps, but in the desires he awakens. Will she surrender to the passion, or will it destroy her and everything she's ever known? TROPES: - Forced Proximity - Fake Relationship - Enemies to friends to llovers #1 in forced proximity (17/12/2024) #7 in emotional rollercoaster (7/2/2025) #3 in Investigation (4/1/2026)

A Falling Novella Both Dante and Amelia fell in love in in the story "Falling". Now around a year of time has passed. They're beginning their new lives navigating their love for one another while tying up loose ends. Amelia faces an unexpected face from the past she thought she buried with the guilty verdict. What happens when old wounds are brought forward? Find out in this continuation of "Falling" novella.

Dante Brown has met many challenges in his life, all of them crumbled beneath the ground he walked. He is arrogant, cunning and brooding. He's on top of the world, a CEO for one of the largest companies in New York City. Nothing was tearing him down. Until her. Amelia Rhodes had been dealt the worst in life. Facing many hardships and a rough past. With no family as a safety net and only the strength of believing in herself, she makes it. She's finally found a decent job and a half decent apartment in the big Apple. When one night forces these two complete opposites together, bound by a contract, both face an even bigger challenge. Hating someone as much as you are falling in love with them. Highest rankings: #1 in Fiction #1 in Arrogant #3 in Enemiestolovers #5 in NewAdult #8 in Chicklit

"Sign the contract, Maya. Six months of playing my wife, or six seconds before the men who killed your father find you. Your choice, maya milaya." Maya Volkov Sokolova is a survivor. But when her father gambles away three million dollars to the Russian mob and pays with his life, Maya is left with a debt she can't pay and a target on her back. Enter Dimitri Volkov. The "Ice Pakhan." Ruthless, lethal, and the most powerful man in the Bratva. He doesn't want her blood-he wants her name. He offers her a deal: Marry him for six months to solidify his power, and her debt is erased. The rules are simple: 1. In public, she is his devoted queen. 2. She lives under his roof, under his protection. 3. She never, ever questions his business. But as the line between the contract and reality blurs, Maya realizes the "Ice Pakhan" has a fire inside him that threatens to consume them both. In Dimitri's world, everything has a price-and he's decided that Maya is worth far more than three million dollars. He didn't just buy her debt. He claimed her soul. *** A dark, possessive, forced-marriage mafia romance. Contains explicit content, dominant themes, and a protective alpha hero. HEA guaranteed. #darkromance #mafiaromance #bratva #possessive #forcedmarriage #arrangedmarriage #enemiestolovers #alphahero #slowburn

She was sold to pay a debt. He was born to rule an empire built on blood. Sofia Marina has spent years surviving a life she never chose. By day, she works in a quiet Manhattan bakery, pretending she is normal. By night, she serves drinks in a luxury gentlemen's club owned by the man who bought her freedom before she was old enough to understand what it meant. She belongs to a contract. To a debt. To silence. Until the night Alessandro Valenti walks in. Twenty-seven. Italian. Untouchable. The most powerful Don in Italy doesn't believe in fate. He believes in control. But when his eyes meet hers under violet lights and expensive lies, something shifts. Not desire. Not lust. Recognition. And Alessandro Valenti does not ignore what he wants. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. What begins as business turns into war. Because Sofia has a past that refuses to stay buried. A violent ex. A dangerous debt. And men who believe they own her. But they made one mistake. They let Valenti see her. This is not a fairytale. This is a dark empire colliding with a broken girl who refuses to stay broken. And when the Don decides something is his... He never lets it go.

[A dark mafia romance] She survived her mother's poison. She survived her father's murder. Now Rosa Nera must survive the crown he left behind. As the new Donna of Kansas City's most powerful crime family, Rosa rules with a steel fist wrapped in black velvet. But the wolves are circling-a rival Russian faction wants her territory, her own underboss wants her in his bed, and someone in her inner circle wants her dead. Then she catches him watching. Konstantin-a line cook in her restaurant, standing in the shadows as she executes a traitor. He should be a loose end. A problem to eliminate. But there's something in his eyes. Dark and utterly unafraid. And when she looks at him, she doesn't see a witness. She sees someone she wants to own. She doesn't kill him. She offers him a job as her personal chef. Brings him into her home. Keeps him close. Too close. What Rosa doesn't know is that the man in her kitchen isn't who he says he is. Konstantin has no memory, no past, and no name. Just hands that cook like a chef and move like a killer. And what Konstantin doesn't remember could destroy them both. Because someone killed her father. Someone is poisoning her Capos against her. And someone is watching from the shadows, waiting for the Donna to fall. In a world of betrayal and blood oaths, the only thing more dangerous than an enemy at your gate is the man sleeping in your bed. And Rosa Nera has never been good at playing safe. [Book 4 in the Sins of the City series.]

[A dark mafia romance] My mother's blood paved the way for their perfect little fucking life. They built their castle on the ruins of everything they stole from me, turned my suffering into the price of their goddamn happiness. I was left in the dark, forgotten, like my pain was just some necessary sacrifice for their bliss. But now, it's fucking payback. They'll bleed for every stolen second, every shattered dream, every ounce of dignity they ripped from me. Their laughter will be drowned in their own screams, their city will choke on the blood I spill, and their world will burn under the weight of my wrath. I am Titus fucking Minetti, king of the East Coast. And I don't just rise from the ashes. I fucking own them. [Book 3 in the Sins of the City series.]

[A dark mafia romance] In the great cosmic shit-show we call the justice system, there's the law... and then there's the counterweight. Forget Lady Justice, that blindfolded hack. She's just the statue out front. The real work, the greasing of the gears, that's done by a different kind of broad altogether. They've got a name for her: "The Dirty Lawyer". And let's be clear, they're not wrong. But to the six sons-of-bitches currently fertilizing a pine box forest, she's just Frank. See, Frankie operates on a different docket; a personal one: a list of names belonging to the pricks who turned her family into a memory. And she's been working her way down that list, real methodical-like. That was the plan, anyway. Then - he - had to show up and complicate the goddamn scenery. Hector Pierce. The society pages call him a businessman, a philanthropist. What they don't print is his real trade. The man is an artist whose medium is fear, and whose brush is a straight razor. The man has one rule: family. It's not a suggestion, it's a religion. So when a slick attorney with a death wish and a killer pair of legs starts sniffing around his family, she stops being a nuisance and becomes a problem. And Hector Pierce... he's a goddamn problem-solver. He looked her right in those two barrels of doom she calls eyes and promised to burn her world down to the foundation. And she should want to put a bullet right between his principled, stupidly gorgeous eyes. But his loyalty... that deep, caveman, "I'd-kill-for-my-blood" loyalty... it's a fucking distraction. To Hector, Frankie isn't just a threat. She's a lawyer who can argue a case on Monday and dispose of a body on Tuesday. Beautiful in a way that should be illegal. He's decided he's making her his. It's not a question of if, but a question of when the hell she would stop fighting him on it. [Book 2 in the Sins of the City series.]