She was a nameless staff in his towering empire. He was a man destined for greatness... and already claimed by another. But fate-cruel and cunning-tied their lives together with a lie wrapped in roses and regret. Juliette never asked for love. She only wanted a quiet life, a dream of her own perfume shop, and maybe... a place to belong. Sebastian Whitmore, cold and calculated, offered her marriage-not out of love, but out of obligation. Hidden from the world, sealed with promises that meant nothing to him. What began as a forced union slowly turned into something unspoken. She cared for him in ways he never noticed. He wore the scents she made, breathed in the comfort she left behind... Yet he never knew it was her. Until she was gone. Until everything fell apart. Until the woman he never chose became the one his heart could never forget. And now-he's chasing ghosts in the wind, searching for the scent that once felt like home. 📌 Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of death and grief, which may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

He's an undercover cop investigating her for murder; she's a femme fatale enacting her revenge. Neither of them ever predicted it would lead to love. Season 1 of My Girlfriend: The Serial Killer *** The plan was simple. Lure a billionaire, con him into proposing to gain access to his assets, and then kill him. Never fall in love. Serena Wolfe had successfully managed to scheme her unsuspecting victims until Landon Michaels entered the picture. Employed as an NYPD homicide detective, he was assigned to Serena's case after her former fiancé went missing. The plan was simple. Go undercover disguised as a billionaire, sweep Serena off her feet in a staged steamy romance and then catch her in the act. It was to be the case that would cement Landon's career and put him in the books as a legend in his field. Both their plans should have been simple except they forgot to account for one thing: their undeniable and sizzling attraction towards one another. Now, they must both decide between what's more important, their love or their deceit.

Encantadoramente bela e astuta. Para todos, Eleanor Blackwood, é uma vítima inocente de sua impiedosa irmã mais velha, a gananciosa Victória. No entanto, a verdade que ela mantém escondida é um pouquinho mais perversa do que todos imaginam. Com sua coroa e sua posição em risco, parece que seu destino é assistir sua vida ruir. Rejeitada. Solitária. Para sempre. Mas ela não vai permitir que isso aconteça. Mesmo que precise esmagar cruelmente todos os que se colocarem em seu caminho. Finalista do Wattys 2025!! _______________ Livro 1.5 Você não precisa ler nenhum outro livro da saga para ler este.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

Sakura Haruno trabalha na melhor clínica psiquiátrica de Konoha, era reconhecida em toda a cidade por suas habilidades prodigiosa mas na realidade oque ninguém sabia era de que ela era ótima no que fazia porque necessitava se distrair de seus próprios traumas e inseguranças. Sasuke Uchiha é um presidiário de Kratos, é conhecido pelo extermínio de seu parentes e ancestrais, diagnosticado como "psicopata sem salvação" por dezenas de psiquiatras que lhe atenderam, com excessão de uma. Com uma proposta irrecusável de ganhar seu próprio escritório, ela aceita Sasuke como seu novo paciente. ⚠️ AVISO Essa fanfic possui CONTEÚDO +18, se a leitura de hot te causa desconforto, não leia.

Sophia era a filha mais nova do Duque de Mcville, um dos homens mais ricos da cidade, tinha uma vida tranquila vivendo a sombra do irmão Anthony que por sorte do destino, ou não, nasceu dois minutos na sua frente, por isso ele era o herdeiro de toda a fortuna do pai, e Sophie nunca se preocupou com isto, nunca precisou...ate o dia em que seu pai e seu irmão fazem uma viagem ao mediterrâneo e seu barco se perde no caminho, e de um dia para o outro, Sophie vira a herdeira da fortuna de seu pai, e para quem viveu nas sombras agora ela tinha toda a atenção, e claro, um milhão de pretendentes atraz de um casamento sincero e puro. E ela precisava se casar, a parte mais difícil era: com quem? Ate que um dia recebe uma proposta de nada mais nada menos que Robert McDalle libertino mais cobiçado e odiado da cidade. Mas logo se arrepende pois não consegue resistir os encantos de Robert, e ele não consegue parar de pensar em Sophie, será que um casamento por conveniência foi um erro tão grande assim?

Um conto de época... romântico ou desesperador ?