In the gilded and volatile world of nineteenth century Tuscany, where noble titles carry more weight than conscience and desire moves beneath the surface of every formal gathering like current beneath still water, Corinna arrives at the Laurent Estate with dark eyes, a past carved by grief, and a beauty so complete it rearranges every room she enters. She is a Black woman who has traveled far from the shores that raised her, drawn to Tuscany following her grandmother's death and the need to begin somewhere that does not already know her name. The Laurent Estate is one of Italy's most storied noble houses, its ancient stone soaked in wine and older scandal, presided over by Count Alexandre Laurent, a man of devastating composure and barely contained feeling who is formally betrothed to the cool and calculating Sophie Beaumont. What builds between Corinna and Alexandre across harvest seasons, candlelit cellars, masked balls, and crackling family ruin is a slow and punishing accumulation of desire that neither can outrun. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘 was raised to be a shadow. Sit straight, smile when you're spoken to, don't make people repeat themselves and don't you dare draw attention and learn to be grateful they let the deaf daughter stay in the room at all. In Northvalle, perfection is currency. Her sister, Alina, is priceless. Rhea is the problem they keep just out of frame.. .. She's had her eyes on 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗩 longer than she'll ever admit. The city's quiet threat. Fixer, the man you call when you're out of options and ready to sell whatever's left of your soul. He doesn't play about what's tied to his name. He doesn't repeat himself and when you keep him waiting too long, he collects more than debt. He's invited into the Lore empire for one reason.. Alina. A marriage on paper. An alliance at the table. Lore influence for Markov protection. Breaking that kind of deal would cost more than money and everyone at that table knows it. Ezra knows what's at stake. But the wrong girl keeps catching his eye... the daughter who was never part of the offer, the one who moves like she's been taught her whole life not to be seen. He should keep his distance. Instead, he starts to toy with the line.. a glance held too long, a touch he has no business giving, secrets in dark corners that would ruin her if anyone ever found out. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Then stop trembling every time I breathe your name, Malyshka." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. • 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mature| 18+ Copyright ©️𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 2025 All rights reserved.

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

" 𝐈-𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 ". " 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲"

Valentina do you have any idea what you do to me on a daily basis? He said as I walked back, he got closer and closer to me till I was blocked by his office desk. He moves his hands to my waist and hoist me up on the desk , with my legs slightly apart he stood in between them while his tatted hand moved to My exposed thigh. Tell me ,I said as I moved my hands to his shoulders then to his hair ,playing with it as his hand moved higher up my thigh till he reached my laced underwear and started rubbing my clothed pussy through them. You make me wanna... ⚠️mature content ⚠️strong language

" you what? " " i killed them. I might've not wanted this marriage but you're still my wife. " ________________________________________________ SECOND BOOK IN NEEDED ME SERIES CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE