(Can be read as a standalone.) With my past erased, all I have left are fragments-fleeting flashes of memory that never give me the full picture. One goal drives me: uncover how my family was slaughtered. Find the murderer. Find the one who tried to kill me and failed. Viella Clavin is the thread that ties me back to the truth. She knows something, even if she doesn't realize it yet. And until I recover what was stolen from me, she stays mine, whether as my unwilling ally...or my captive.

(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

In a world where drama's the norm, one simple line flips my world: "I want you to be my first." Crazy how such a small thing can shake up everything. Alamea's a trip - part rival, part buddy. We've got this love-hate thing going on that keeps life interesting. Even with all the ups and downs, I'm the one guy she trusts outside her family circle. And yeah, I'm your typical bad boy, more into my bike and mafia ambitions than settling down. But guess what? Love sneaks up on me, and it's the last person I'd expect.

I first met Celestine when she was seven. A mafia princess and my brother-in-law's niece. Our friendship was unexpected but one of the best things to ever happen to me despite our age gap. Leading my own mafia crew comes with its load of responsibilities, but when tasked to be her undercover bodyguard in a mission where she plays the dutiful wife to the enemy, saying no isn't an option. But an unexpected twist arises when I find the lines between friendship and longing starting to blur the more I spend time with her and I find myself tangled in a mess I never saw coming.

(Can Be Read As A Standalone) They took everything from me. My parents, my sister, my dreams, my sanity. My mission is simple. Destroy those who destroyed me. Driven by a single goal, I butchered everyone who was involved until I reached a dead end. The person behind everything--the mastermind--vanished without a trace. Years of tireless searching led me to the States where a fateful collision offered me a glimmer of hope, the key to my revenge. Zahria Connors is living a life of deception, completely unaware of the storm that's about to disrupt her life. Someone has to pay the price so why not her?

(Can be read as a standalone.) I was a hopeless romantic from a young age but when I watched my father strike a deal with his friend in the most desperate of times, all my dreams came shattering down. My fate was sealed with just a few words. My future wife decided. For the next eighteen years, while our parents waited for her to grow up, I spent my time strategising to break off the deal and cursing her for being a thorn in my dreams. But you can't just refuse a mafia princess especially when the deal has already been done and dusted. Feisty, talkative, pizza lover, spoiled. A complete opposite of me. I had a clear line of reasons as to why I despised her then why did I end up losing my heart to her?

(Can be read as a standalone.) She never questioned my silence and a ten-year-old me found it fascinating. So, when she declared herself as my best friend I didn't question her back. As the second in command to my brother, I swore myself to always protect her until one-day things went out of control and a distance grew between us. I don't feel emotions as intensely as others but with that distance between us, I was hit with a fierce longing and need for my best friend, one which went beyond the lines of friendship. Lilith Thomson might be the most average-looking woman but I wanted her with a passion that defied all odds.

A new enemy was rising, leaving chaos all around. Whoever they were, they were dangerous enough to cause panic among us to the point the Lennoxs, our rival mafia landed at our doorstep presenting themselves as our new allies to fight one common enemy. To show their allyship, they left their only daughter under my roofs, to train and guide her for the common cause. Recovering from a heartbreak, I welcomed this new distraction, a new responsibility only for everything to go downhill because Orla Lennox is dangerous for my heart and the most infuriating person I ever met. Someone I can't have, my enemy's daughter and people like me don't get a happy ending.

Arsenio Draven and Ezlyn Laurel. Inseparable. That's what were we, right from the moment she was born and being five years my younger didn't change the fact that she was my best friend through thick and thin. It was fate, our destiny to be best friends for we even shared the same birthdays. But one night of drunken passion changed everything and not wanting to acknowledge what happened between us, I let her disappear. When she stumbled on my doorstep nine months later, the timings were a little odd but the baby she handed to me, wasn't. It was mine as she claimed and ran away once again leaving me to raise the child on my own. And in that moment, for the first time in my life, I hated my best friend. Or were we even best friends anymore? Being a single parent was a fucking huge task and I was definitely not made for it, so a month later when I realised that, I did what I think was right. I dragged her back and forced her to marry me, bounding her to me. Forever.

(Though highly recommend to read the book "Obsession, Madness & Love" first, this book can be read as a standalone.) ____________________________________________ I made a mistake. A terrible one. I betrayed my best friend. The only person who ever cared for me. But I had no choice. Then there's his younger sister, Maria Andrews who always looked up to me as if I was some kind of an angel, little does she know that I am far away from that. And now I am on the run, trying to leave everything behind. But it's been four years, four fucking years since her eighteenth birthday when she confessed having feelings for me. For Me. And her words still haunt me, the tears in her eyes when I rejected her still burn my heart but I did what I had to do. People don't love me, especially women...they only seek pleasure from me. I am not a lovable person and someone you should definitely steer clear of. Getting involved with my best friend's (or ex best friend's) sister is stupid and I'm fucking mature enough to not even think of her, of someone who is eight years younger than me. But now, she is here and God help me, I am about to cross every fucking line.