Ice is the ladies man of The Broken Demons MC. A different girl in his bed every night and he loves his life. Can one woman finally tame the beast? Imelda is a single mother with a secret. Can she help Ice grow up and become a man?

Elena Rivera thought she had the perfect life. A loving husband. Two beautiful children. Sixteen years of marriage built on trust. When Marcus is diagnosed with life-threatening liver failure, Elena doesn't hesitate. She donates part of her own liver to save his life. She nearly dies for him. But months later, Elena comes home early one night... and hears laughter coming from her bedroom. Her husband. Her cousin. In her bed. Marcus thinks Elena will forgive him like she always has. He thinks she will stay. What he doesn't realize is that the woman who walked into that bedroom is not the same woman who once sacrificed everything for him. And this time... Elena isn't choosing love. She's choosing revenge.

I never thought I'd enter my 30's as a divorcee, yet here I am. We had the perfect love story. High school sweethearts. The kind of relationship our siblings idolized. My friends always told me how lucky I was to have such an amazing, attentive husband. But one day I received a message that would change everything. With that one message, a web of lies came undone and the future I had envisioned came crashing down.

I always thought we were destined to be together. A decade together and what seemed like the perfect love story. Until one day, it slowly started to unravel at the seams. I realized our "perfect" love story only looked so perfect because I was being complacent. Once I started to speak up for myself, the facade crumbled and it all came crashing down. This is my story.

They said peace came with a price. For her, it came wrapped in a contract-escorted to a stranger's doorstep with nothing but her father's word and her country's wounds stitched into the hem of her wedding veil. She was not given, not chosen-surrendered. To him. Dimitri Moretti. The underboss. The ghost-eyed shadow who stood beside the Don, with blood on his hands and no love in his eyes. He didn't look at her like a bride. He looked at her like duty. Still, she tried. With trembling hands, she served his coffee. With hopeful eyes, she waited at the door. She stitched pieces of herself into his world-quiet, careful, never asking for more than he gave. And when he came home bloodied and bruised, she was there. Not because he wanted her- but because she chose to stay. And somewhere between his silence and her surrender, she fell in love with the man who never said it back. Then came the storm. The night the sky split open with lightning and truth. She found him- rain soaking through his clothes, lips tangled with her-the Don's sister. Desperation between their bodies like the thunder overhead. And when their eyes met across the downpour- There was nothing. No regret. No apology. Only his voice, cold and sharp through the storm. "I will always love her. But I can't give you a divorce." Her world didn't crack. It shattered. But she couldn't ask for freedom. Not then. Not when her marriage was a ceasefire between empires. Until fate offered her a loophole. A shootout. A rescue. And the Don, grateful and indebted, offered her his word-anything she wanted. She asked for freedom. Now? Now he won't let her go. Not because of duty. Not because of honor. Because of love. And if it comes to it- he won't hesitate to retaliate against the very man he swore to serve.

She waited at the altar. But he never came. The flowers wilted before the vows. The whispers started before the tears could fall. She stood there alone, wrapped in lace and disbelief, while the man she loved hid behind silence and shame. He couldn't marry a girl with a burnt face-not when his reputation bled so easily under scrutiny. Not when her scars told a story he didn't want written beside his name. He didn't even come to say goodbye. What followed was not heartbreak. It was humiliation. A broken wedding. A family that looked away. Eyes that pitied her like she was the ruin, not the survivor. So she left. Being alone felt kinder than staying where love came with conditions. Then she met him. He was quiet when the world was loud. Calm, though the storm lived in his eyes. A man with hands that didn't flinch at her scars, who spoke to her not like she was broken, but like she was still becoming. He wasn't the man anyone sent to save her. In fact, he was the one everyone warned her about. The disgrace. The black sheep. And yet, it was his voice that steadied her. His strength that carried her through hospital hallways, plastic surgery rooms, and sleepless nights that left her gasping. He never asked for her past-he only offered her a future. He loved her without flinching. Not for her beauty. But for her fire. With him, she didn't just heal-she rebuilt. Not into the girl she once was, but into a woman with steel in her spine and grace in her silence. when she returned-when her skin had mended and her eyes no longer begged for kindness-the man who left her at the altar came crawling back. Suddenly, he could see her again. But it was too late. Because standing beside her was the man who never left. The one who gave her his soul when she thought she had none left to give. And when their eyes met, she finally understood: She was never his to lose. She had always belonged to the other brother. Cover photo courtesy of Vecteezy.com

Eve: I walked in on a scene no woman (no one?) should ever have to walk in on after being away from my happy home at a work conference. My husband just blew our entire marriage out the window. Where do I go from here? Adam: My neighbor called me drunk while I was away for work, and confessed to witnessing the most shocking scene in her home. Now I have a divorce to execute and no other plans in mind. But what about that neighbor?

I'm Princess Elanora Georges, and my life basically just ended. Why? Because I'm being forced to marry Axel fucking Kingston, a six-foot-something nerd with ugly glasses, perfect posture, and the emotional range of a teaspoon. Oh, and he's completely inexperienced. Like... painfully. So please explain how I went from "I hate him" to "Axel, please... don't stop," completely falling apart under him and forgetting my own name. I swear I don't even know who I am anymore. #1 Royalfamily (Feb 5th) #1 Enemies (Feb 23th) #1 Badgirlgoodboy (March 23)

He didn't break her all at once. He taught her how to shatter herself. To everyone watching, she has the life girls dream of : money, beauty, a powerful husband, and a marriage wrapped in perfection. But behind their locked doors, perfection is the punishment she can never escape. He tells her who to be. He tells her how to walk, how to breathe, how to think. Every mistake is a lesson. Every bruise is a reminder. Every betrayal is somehow her fault. And she believes him. Because after years of being molded, corrected, and rewritten, she no longer remembers who she was before he decided to "fix" her. She only knows the rules he carved into her bones. Don't speak too loudly. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him when he's angry. Don't look away when he wants your attention. And above all Don't ever forget that love is earned, not given. Her sister whispers that she's losing herself. Her friends say they're worried. Her subconscious screams that something is wrong. But she silences all of them. Because she is so close so close to becoming the perfect wife, he swears she could be if she tries a little harder. And if she can be perfect... Maybe he'll finally love her. Or maybe perfection is the very thing that will destroy her. *This story depicts domestic and emotional abuse. These scenes are fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse. If you are in a harmful or unsafe situation, please reach out for help: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) thehotline.org You deserve safety.

Dark. Possessive. Enchanting. She never believed fate could be this cruel. One day she was just an ordinary woman - independent, bright, and unafraid to speak her mind - and the next, she was bound by the silent command of a man who ruled not only a kingdom, but every heartbeat that dared to defy him. He was a King feared by many - arrogant, ruthless, and dangerously calm. His silence carried more power than any threat, and his gaze was enough to make the strongest men kneel. No one questioned him. No one dared to say no. Until she did. Their marriage wasn't born from love, but from power - a deal wrapped in deceit and sealed by force. She was meant to be his ornament, his queen in name only. But something inside her refused to bend completely. And that defiance, that flicker of fire in her eyes, became the one thing he couldn't control. He told her love was weakness. Yet every time she looked away, his possessiveness deepened. Every time she cried, his anger turned to obsession. He could destroy empires, but not the storm she brought into his heart. Trapped between duty and desire, she learns that every chain he places around her is not just to bind - but to protect. The palace walls whisper secrets, his touch hides unspoken fears, and every night she wonders: is she his prisoner, or his queen? A mysterious, darkly romantic tale of power, betrayal, and a love that blurs the line between dominance and devotion. Because when the King falls for his captive, the kingdom itself trembles. 👑