Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

Minamoto Yorimitsu became curious about the woman he saw in a sex video that their affiliate commissioned them to find in exchange for a huge business deal. After staking for more than 3 months they finally spotted her. She was a feisty feline. When Yorimitsu offered her to sleep with him in exchange for her freedom and sex video he thought his curiosity would finally end but experiencing how good it was wrapped in her body and hearing moans and cries weighed heavily on his mind. The next day when Yorimitsu saw her peaceful sleeping form and those calming scents of her that reminded him of home. He finally decided he couldn't let her go. She has to be his wife no matter what. Hana Garcia is a University Teacher in Fukuoka Prefecture Japan. For two years she was living her dream. A quiet peaceful life with her 19-year-old son. Everything was perfect until her last rendezvous backfired on her. When she was confronted, She met the Kumicho of a prominent Yakuza Gang who offered her to be his wife.

"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me. "How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line. "I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday. "Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further. "Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy. "Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks. "Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time. "Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth. "Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it. "Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. mouth was sealed when she continued. "We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears. What the fuck? I have a wife and a four-year-old son.

"W-Who... a-am I?" Her voice came out barely a whisper, cracking around the edges. She didn't recognize herself. Michael, who had been standing by the door-arms folded, expression unreadable-finally moved. Slow, steady steps until he stood directly in front of her. Towering. Composed. Cold as always. But his eyes... His eyes held something else. He stared at her for a long moment, as if debating what truth to offer her. And then, his words came low... sure... and final. "You're my fiancée," he said. "Chiara." "What's... a fiancée?" Her voice was soft. For a split second, Michael forgot how to breathe. MICHAEL'S CHIARA #Upcoming December 2025

Aria's breath hitched when the light flickered back "P-professor... Ezekiel," she stammered, her voice breaking. Sweat dampened her palms, sliding down her temple. Gabriel leaned his head back against the chair, eyes gleaming under the dim bulb. GABRIEL's AMORE #Upcoming December 2025

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

What is the meaning of this, Vani?" he seethed, his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you so starved for attention that you seek it from other men?" Vani's heart sank as she realized the storm that was brewing in Rudra's eyes. She tried to speak, to explain that it was just a professional conversation, but her words caught in her throat. "I-I was just disc-," Vani stammered, her voice trembling. "There's nothing more to it." Rudra's rage intensified. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. "Don't lie to me, Vani," he growled. "I saw the way you were looking at him, the way he was looking at you. You think I'm blind?" "Stop with your obsession Rudra, you are ruining my life and my career" Vani yelled. It intensified Rudra's rage more. "Am I huh" Rudra laughed and in an instant he yanked her by her elbow towards him. "Don't forget you are and who you belong to" Rudra said increasing his grip on her more making her whimper in pain. "Rudra it hur-" "Correct, Rudra, me, your husband... You, Mrs. Vani Rudra Singh Rathore belong to me"

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."

VIKTOR POPOV He was like a fire igniting the tip of my cigar-a spark I didn't ask for, yet couldn't ignore. His smile, full of teasing marks and challenges, crawled under my skin. Somehow, it set me ablaze in ways I couldn't control. The way he openly taunted me, dared me, made me yearn for him. And I wasn't the type to yearn for anything-or anyone. I never cared what people thought. But one look at Connor, and I could feel something shifting inside me. Something dangerous. Something ravenous. And It's addicting. CONNOR MACKEY His silver eyes were like bullets, piercing straight through the armor I'd spent years perfecting. I'm an open book-but only the parts I choose to show. Most people don't care to read beyond the surface. But he does. Viktor Popov dares to read every line, every chapter. The ones I keep hidden. And I hate that it feels like he already knows how it all ends.