Amelia, a servant girl who served the Rivera family since childhood, is forced to marry the dangerous Santos brothers-a replacement for Isabella Rivera, Francisco Rivera's daughter as she fled the night before her arranged marriage. The brothers don't know they are marrying a servant instead of a mafia princess, but Amelia knows one thing, when the truth comes out, there will be bloodshed because the Santos brothers don't tolerate betrayal.

My father has always been a shady man. Dipping his toes in pools which they do not belong is his specialty. This time he took it too far. When the Russian mafia comes to collect what they are owed. His only choice is to hand me over as a show of good faith. Lines will be crossed Loyalty will be tested Bonds will be formed A side will be chosen

𝗔𝗰𝘁 𝗼. 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⚜ "Zip me." But she didn't turn around. I set down my scotch, crossed the study, and pressed my palms to my best friend's bare spine. The zipper slid up over warm skin I've spent half my life pretending not to crave, while Nia just kept rambling about her criminal pupillage. "-so I told the senior clerk, respectfully, sir, the precedent is outdated-" "Nia." "Mm?" She tilted her head, her throat exposed inches from my mouth. Marry me. I have killed a man, and I'd slaughter half the peerage by dawn if it meant you stayed with me. "Nothing," I murmured, my thumbs lingering on the dip of her waist just a second too long. "You'll ruin them." ⚜ To the British Crown, 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐙𝐞𝐯 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞 of Ardenne is an untamable sociopath draped in Savile Row tailoring. The palace cleans up his wreckage, and the aristocracy walks on eggshells around his dead-eyed stare. He feels nothing for this world, except for the Queen's physician's daughter. 𝐍𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐡 has known him since before he became dangerous. To her, he isn't a deadly spare heir; he's just her oldest friend. She steals food off his plates, rolls her eyes at his royal title, and undresses in his presence without a second thought. She has no idea that the boy she grew up with is a monster. Then an archaic 1701 succession clause gives Dorian nine weeks to marry or lose his titles forever. The proposal is pitched to his best friend as a favor, a platonic arrangement between old friends. Nia refuses until she negotiates strict terms: 365 days, separate bedrooms, her legal career untouched, and a quiet annulment by spring. Dorian signs every clause with an aristocratic smile. But he intends to honor none of them. 'Cause what the Crown Prince bleeds for, the Crown Prince keeps.

𝐬𝐮𝐠·𝐚𝐫 /ˈ𝐒𝐇𝐨͝𝐨ɡə𝐫/ 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. Her lips were laced with sugar, and the moment he tasted them, he knew he'd never get clean again. Even in her sleep, he couldn't stay away. There was something about the sweetness of her breath, the way her lips parted like they were still whispering his name, even in dreams. She was warmth in a world that had gone cold. ༻༺ 𝐚·𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 /𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐳/ 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. He smelled of cigarettes and sorrow. The cloud that clung to him was as thick and heavy as his hollow stare. She saw him almost every day. Same seat, same order, always the sweets. Never a word. Never a glance that lingered too long. And yet she couldn't look away. There was something about him. Something burned down and is still smoldering. Like the silence after a fire, and she wanted it. Wanted him. The way some people crave what's bad for them, like his cigarettes. ----- Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.

# The Maid Who Belonged to the Bratva King 2 into The Wife of the Bratva King **"Mrs. Volkov, are we doing this dance again?"** Except this time, Imani is holding a gun. Roman Volkov only smiles as he opens his arms, completely unafraid of the woman standing before him. "But, love, this only makes me love you more." His gaze never leaves hers. "So tell me..." "Where do you want to aim it?" Once, Imani couldn't bring herself to kill him. Once, poison was the closest she could get to becoming a murderer, and even then, she couldn't give him enough to take his life. But something has changed. She is no longer the frightened woman who ran from the Bratva King. She knows his world now. She knows his secrets. And more importantly, she knows exactly what kind of man she married. Roman thought giving her freedom would make her return to him willingly. He was wrong. Because this time, Imani isn't running. She's standing her ground. The gun is loaded. Her hand is steady. And when Roman smiles at her as though he already knows how this will end, she raises the weapon. The shot rings through the room. **Bang.**

He didn't fall in love with her, he became OBSESSED with her. Vashah Amariis doesn't need saving. She's stubborn, smart-mouthed, fiercely independent-and determined to remain that way. Then Kael Sinclair finds her. He doesn't flirt, He FIXATES! What starts as dangerous chemistry spirals into obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, and a twisted attraction neither of them can escape. When Kael finally takes Vashah away from the world, her fight for freedom becomes a battle against the man who refuses to let her go. Her wings are clipped. Her escape is gone. And Kael has no intention of ever setting her free. He calls it love. She calls it a never ending nightmare. But what happens when the woman he imprisoned becomes just as dangerous as the man who captured her? 🖤 Some wings are clipped. Some monsters are made. Find out more in the book lovelies🥀❤️

For as long as Adrian King can remember, there has only ever been one girl he truly wanted. Giselle "Gigi" Sterling. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍."

Paradise never expected a stranger at a café to change everything. Marcus is quiet, patient, and impossibly captivating-like he already knows her in ways he shouldn't. But behind his charm is something deeper. His attention is consuming, his devotion unsettling, and every choice he makes feels too precise to be coincidence. Is it fate drawing them together... or something far more dangerous?

Eliza Montgomery is a brilliant therapist who's built her life on control-of her emotions, her past, and the secrets she keeps buried. But when Atlas Ansaldo, a dangerously magnetic man with a taste for obsession, crosses her path, control is the first thing she loses. He invades her world-quietly at first, then with undeniable force. Cameras. Manipulations. Games she can't win. Every step she takes, he's already there. And the most terrifying part? A piece of her doesn't want to run. Desperate to regain control, Eliza turns to Emilio, the one man who once made her feel safe. But safety, she'll learn, is just another illusion-and trust can be the deadliest trap of all. In a twisted game of power, possession, and desire, Eliza must decide: which kind of monster is easier to survive-the one who hides in the shadows... or the one who holds your heart? Story is complete

The Dark Queen's Game Six years ago, Nathan Levi Vexford spent one night with a woman he couldn't forget - amber eyes, a celestial tattoo, a laugh he never heard again. He's been looking ever since. He's been looking for the wrong person. Asya Kimberly Nyla Cullum doesn't need saving. Doesn't need a billionaire's name, his money, or his world. She's been building her own - quietly, precisely, piece by piece - while the rest of the city learned to spell her name. They were three blocks apart the entire time. Now he's found her. And she's not what he expected. She's more. A love story? Yes. But first - an empire. The Dark Queen has entered the board. And she didn't come to lose. This isn't a story about a woman who needs rescuing. This is a story about what happens when a queen finally claims her throne. And God help anyone who tries to take it.