Blindspot
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Ostatnia publikacja wt., mar 29, 2022
I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn't love each other. That word wasn't in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy.
I married Andrei, not aware of someone's eyes on me all through these years.
Danzel Lavigne.
I had no idea that my husband's older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed.
He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father refused. The don can't have a disable as his wife. I am mute.
My life turned for worse after Andrei died and I was summoned by the devil. He was supposed to kill me, avenge his brother's death but..did I mention he has a blindspot where I am concerned?
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Bare for you (French Mafia Romance)
Cash I fucked up. Or rather, I'm fucked up. How did I, a high ranking member of the French mafia, allow myself to be distracted by this... stripper? I was supposed to use her for information, that's it. It should have been easy. I pay her money and she tells me about the Russians. Simple. Except, I fucked it up. I let the one advantage we had over them go because I fucking claimed her. What's even worse is that she hates pretending to be my woman and fights me with every single thing. Yeah, it's a fucked up situation but now that I've met her and she's mine, I wouldn't change a goddamn thing. Lux I fucked up. I knew the risk of the Russian men finding out about me but I went along with it anyway. Hell, I almost had to. If you were offered $10,000 to ask a man a few question, would you turn it down? You're a goddamn liar if you say no. Or maybe you're smart as hell because now I'm stuck with a mafia man that refuses to leave me alone. I'm now in between a war I never knew existed. If I had the chance to go back and never meet Cash, would I do it? You damn right I would. Who am I kidding? Now I'm the goddamn liar.Zakończone
Crimson Vows (Book 1 of Crimson Empire)(Completed)
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The Captor Of Enchantress
"The fire we circled didn't bless us-it cursed us. And I will make sure you burn in it first." - Dhani Varhan. For a florist like Dhani Varhan, a black orchid usually meant elegance. But the one left for her after that unsettling wedding was a threat. Overnight, her quiet life was flipped upside down, caught in the crosshairs of a power she never asked to be a part of. But Dhani refuses to be a trophy or a captive. To live the life she has always dreamed of-one completely free from chains, control, and lethal restrictions-she has to run. But escaping a shadow that grows everywhere is easier said than done. 🍁 Tonight, she wasn't just running; she was trying to outrun fate itself. Freedom was her only god, and she was sprinting toward a horizon where his name was never whispered. But the universe has a cruel sense of irony. It doesn't allow a masterpiece to escape its collector. As she fled through the shadows, she realized too late that she wasn't running toward safety-she was hurtling into the mouth of the abyss. The reckoning she feared didn't come in the form of a storm. It wore a tailored suit and possessed a gaze that could strip a soul bare. *Ekansh Rathore.* Confusion clouded her mind until her eyes fell upon the sacred fire-and the truth hit her like a physical blow. Her heart died of pure horror. No. No, he couldn't be doing this. "No! Please!" Her voice tore from her throat, a frantic scream that echoed off the stone walls. She thrashed against him, raining desperate blows down on his chest and shoulders, but it was like fighting a mountain. His iron grip around her wrist only tightened as he ruthlessly dragged her into the circle, turning a holy rite into her worst nightmare. He completed his vows of madness, and in response, a raw, soul-ripping scream shattered from her throat. He claimed the enchantress by force, blind to the ancient truth: when you cage a goddess, you unknowingly volunteer to be the first sacrifice at her altar.
𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 | 18+
"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?Zakończone
His Darkest Obsession |18+
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. They say every inheritance comes with strings attached- but some strings lead straight to ruin. She wants the memories she can't recall, the fragments of a childhood that never truly belonged to her. He wants something else entirely. Something that bleeds. He's of ice and secrets. She's shaped by cruelty and silence. He's death in a tailored suit. She's the ghost of her parent's sins. A house filled with forgotten memories. And a man who holds the key to all of them. She's searching for truth. He's hiding it. ⸻ Dark romance Marriage of Convenience Amnesia Mystery / Psychological manipulation Power dynamics
THE MAFIA'S WIFE
I was free... until I was condemned. Dracko Sullivan, a drug lord as ruthless as he is obsessive, forced me to become his wife. If I refused, my family would die. I accepted... and he locked me inside his golden cage, believing he could own everything-even my heart. But that was the one thing he could never have. On our wedding day, I discovered what hell truly was. There, beside Dracko, stood Damian-my forbidden love... his silent guard and the right hand of my captor. I didn't know the truth, but Damian already knew I was untouchable. Our reunion erupted in accusations and hidden truths. I thought he had abandoned me, until he confessed what Dracko had done: he blackmailed him under the threat of killing his parents, forcing him to disappear from my life. We were two souls chained by the same executioner... and by the same love. What we had was reborn in secret, a dangerous romance balanced on the edge of a blade. But Dracko began to suspect something, and in a burst of jealousy, he murdered Damian right in front of me. That day I lost my love. But I also discovered something I must protect at any cost: I am pregnant with Damian's child. And to save him... I'll have to make Dracko believe the baby is his.Zakończone
His sinful Seduction (18+)
"𝐈 𝐰i𝐥l f𝐮c𝐤 𝐭h𝐞 𝐟i𝐠h𝐭 𝐨u𝐭 𝐨f y𝐨u, 𝐮n𝐭i𝐥 𝐲o𝐮 𝐚r𝐞 𝐧o𝐭h𝐢n𝐠 𝐛u𝐭 𝐚 𝐭r𝐞m𝐛l𝐢n𝐠 𝐦e𝐬s" "...do you want to break off the engagement with me that much?" "If it's you, you will find a girl who's much better than me. One who will be much more helpful to you. Of course, the company..." His eyes were shining clearly even in the smoke. "All I want is you." He gently swept the back of her hand with his fingertips. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let go. "I've spent a lot of time on this wedding. I took you to an important gathering of acquaintances, and I put a lot of effort into finding a wedding gift and a new house for newlyweds. You've wasted the time of both our families and mine." "So... what do you want me to do?" "Who knows. What should you do?" He inhaled the cigar deeply and exhaled a thick smoke again. As the smoke rolled in, clear tears formed around her eyes. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes. The moment he first met her, he muttered as he stared at her neat face, which made his heart stop. "If you don't like it that much, I can't help it either. We have no choice but to find an agreement."Zakończone
#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.
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