Jenna Rosario has always been the fierce, loyal protector, the friend who would stand in front of a storm but never step into one. Yet deep inside, she longed for the rush her world never gave her... the thrill of danger and the taste of action her best friends could never understand. Xavier lived in that darkness every day. Cold, relentless, and cunning, he knew the shadows of the Mafia better than anyone. When the mission demanded a partner to play the role of his wife, he needed someone with fire in her veins. Jenna was the perfect fit. Together they are thrust into a deadly underworld where every glance could be betrayal and every touch could mean exposure. Pretending to be bound by love, they find real passion burning between them. The deeper they sink into the game, the more the line fades between duty and desire, between the mission and their hearts. But in a world where trust can kill and passion can destroy, Jenna and Xavier are about to discover just how fatal their vows really are.

BOOK TWO Five years ago, Dawn Ramsey let the wrong man in. Alessandro Ruiz charmed his way into her bed to access an encrypted file that should have stayed buried. He got what he came for, but she caught on and walked away before he could take anything more. Now he is back, acting as if the past holds no weight. He offers her a position at his firm. A chance to refine her skills. She agrees, with one condition. Everything between them must remain strictly professional. But her reasons for accepting run deeper. Someone has been taunting her, leaving coded messages only another hacker would understand. Each message feels more deliberate. Each one cuts closer to the people she loves. She knows she must uncover the truth before the threats become something irreversible. And that includes protecting the man she has tried so hard to stop loving.

Pearl Bamford has been gloriously single ever since divorcing her cheating ex. She's built an empire of fun, freedom, cheeky flirting, and strictly uncommitted hookups. As for romance? She left that behind with the wedding china and the monogrammed towels. Then her mother gets remarried and just her luck, Pearl acquires a brand-new stepbrother named Finn Cole. He's tall, annoyingly handsome, suspiciously charming, and the sort of man who makes women visibly swoon while weaker men suddenly become profoundly intimidated, as if standing beside him requires emotional fortitude and a functioning ego. Pearl refuses to be impressed. She has sworn off anything involving attachment and plans to keep her heart under lock, key, and reinforced sarcasm. But Finn has that slow mischievous grin, unbothered confidence, and infuriating patience. He's determined to see past her cool exterior, and Pearl is determined to remain an uncrackable delight. Can Finn infiltrate a heart she insists is permanently frostbitten, or will he learn the hard way that charming a Bamford is as difficult as convincing a British aristocrat to switch from Earl Grey to instant coffee? The universe has plans for Pearl. Whether she approves or not.

DARK ROMANCE ! Cheating, very twisted, obsessive ML, a lot of trauma... Lizzy's lips tilted up into a self deprecating smile. The divorce papers were filled, his part already darkened by his informations and his signature long dry on the paper. Her own was still fresh. Only twelve hours old. "How long has it been waiting ?" She dared to ask. There was a lot she wouldn't, but this, this she felt like she should know. How long had he been planning on divorcing her ? --- Elizabeth Clark loved her husband. She had found peace in their arranged marriage and as dysfunctional as it seemed, she had cherished her new home with all she had. Dante Giovanni had merely been biding his time, bearing through this hell of a marriage by counting down the seconds until he could get out of it. But when his wife sets him free, he finds out freedom has a bitter taste and that he might have passed by the love of his life. And Lizzy discovers she is more than just a man's daughter or wife, that she deserves more than what she had been given until then and is ready to fight for it.

❌ Blurb coming soon ❌ This story has been living rent-free in my mind for weeks - until I finally had to stop fighting it and just listen. It wasn't even supposed to be next. It quietly shoved its way ahead of two other projects I planned to post first. That said, there won't be a set posting schedule, and there may be weeks without updates at all. My other WIPs are still my priority, and between writing, work, and life, it's tough to keep a steady pace across multiple projects. I hope you understand - and only start this one if you genuinely feel like it, knowing it will take its time. ⚠️Content Note This is a cheating romance - there are explicit infidelity scenes on page. The main couple will find their way back to each other, and the story ends in an HEA. If this theme or ending isn't for you, please feel free to skip this one. I have other stories on my profile with different tones, tropes, and outcomes that might better suit what you're looking for. 💫 About the Story Lines of Lust & Betrayal is a standalone told in two parts: Part I - betrayal: messy and painful. Part II - the journey back: redemption, forgiveness, and rebuilding something worth keeping - deeply human.

𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮. He was the boy who would sneak through my windows late at night to hold me in my sleep. We made plans for forever. Dreamed of the life we would build full of adventures and unending happiness. 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, it's what they always say. Until we weren't... 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

Alessia had rules. She didn't do drama, didn't take nonsense from any man. Until him. For Cassian, she broke every one. A cliché, impossible mother in law? She handled it. Missed dinners because of work? She served herself double and waited anyway. Too tired to spend time together? She embraced the quiet hours alone. She forgot her limits, abandoned her rules. All for him. Until her. The one rule she couldn't break, the limit she couldn't cross. She saw him with her. Broken, she left and whispered a wish she never thought would come true: that she had never met him. The wish was granted. Alessia woke up and didn't remember him. But now Cassian is the one waiting. Running against time to be near her. Chasing every moment, following every rule, just so she might remember him again. And if she can't... Can he remember it all for both of them? © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

Nora never wanted much. Just a steady home. Simple days. A life that held its shape. She didn't crave excitement or change. She only needed predictability. Her routines, her quiet, her small world. It was enough. She believed that if she kept everything perfectly still, the life she had built would hold. And for a long time, it did. But when the ground finally shifted under her feet, Nora didn't move with it. She froze in place, the way people do when they have no other direction to turn. Because where does a person go when they have nowhere to go? Warning: This story uses mature language and scenes. © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

Book Two in The First Lady's series Selene Delaire didn't claw her way to the top just to play by anyone else's rules. Tethered to a man who uses obsession as leverage and blackmail as foreplay, she walks a knife's edge between power and peril. The deeper she's pulled into the shadows of political power, the more dangerous the truth becomes-especially the truth behind Ghost Cargo, a secret so vast it could bring empires to their knees. When a familiar face from her past resurfaces, Selene isn't sure if he's come to save her or ruin her. And as Damian tightens his grip, obsession threatening to tip into madness, Selene must play every card she has left to outmaneuver the very machine that once tried to fix her. Because in this game, mercy is weakness and queens only rise when kings fall.