Is Dorian Romance Based On A True Story?

All his life, Dorian Grimaldi - the devastatingly handsome Alpha of Creekville - has been convinced that he doesn't need a mate. Even more convinced when the balance of the supernatural world and his race depends on his engagement with the vampire princess. However, when Dorian meets the enchanting and innocent Eden Monroe, everything about his being rivals his choices for a partner, awakening a primal need in him to claim her as his own. The clock is ticking and the fate of the werewolf race hangs on the balance of his single decision. He has two choices; his mate or the safety of his people.

In a single night, Serena Vale's entire world falls apart. Her ex-fiancé is set to marry her sister, and to make matters worse, her family blames her for it. Just when Serena thinks things couldn't be more disastrous, she receives a dreaded invitation to the wedding. Enter Damien Cole-ice-cold, irresistibly charming, and richer than anyone she knows. He proposes a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and sidestep a marriage he doesn't want. In exchange, he promises to help her regain her footing in life, one public appearance after another. What begins as a plan for revenge and temporary convenience, quickly spirals into stolen glances, kisses that feel far too genuine, and secrets that neither is prepared to face. Yet, they both agreed to one rule: never fall in love. But the heart doesn't follow rules or contracts. If stories filled with fake romances, slow-burning tension, family feuds, betrayal, and a dangerously possessive billionaire entices you, then Selfish Romance will be your next obsession

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to sign. But their wedding day doesn't end quietly. A traitor is dragged from the crowd in chains, blood staining the white flowers, and a warning whispers through the garden: someone close to Dante wants him destroyed. As Isabella is pulled deeper into a world of danger and betrayal, she begins to notice the man hiding behind the don — and a cousin whose ambition hides behind a charming smile. Slowly, dangerously, Isabella becomes the one person Dante can't afford to lose — and the one person who might finally teach him how to feel again. Because somewhere between the cold rules of his house and the warmth she refuses to let him extinguish, Dante starts to understand that love isn't the weakness he always believed it to be. But in this family, nothing comes free. Not loyalty. Not power. And certainly not love. When the past finally catches up to them, Dante will have to choose: the empire he built his life around — or the woman who taught him to want something.

“I’ll keep you safe, Anya. Even if I have to lock you away.” * * Her brother kept her away from the Bratva’s bloody world. But the night he was killed, Anya Vasiliev was thrown into it. Straight into the arms of his best friend, Roman Sokolov. Now the new Pakhan, Roman swears she’s safest with him. But his protection feels like a prison… and his obsession, like chains tightening around her throat. He says he’ll burn Moscow to the ground for her. But will she ever escape the man who swore she’ll belong to him? No matter the cost?

On the day we got our marriage license, Ryan Miller laid down a rule: now that we were married, if we slept in separate rooms for more than a week, we were automatically considered divorced. So every time we argued, the moment he picked up his pillow and headed for the guest room, I'd immediately give in and apologize, no matter who was at fault. For three years, he used that one rule to control me completely. On my 28th birthday, he stood me up again because of an intern at work. When he got home, I didn't reach for the diamond necklace he held out to me. He frowned, studying me for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice cold. "So, in your eyes, a birthday that comes every single year is more important than someone's life? I took Katie to the hospital and came back as fast as I could, but you still want to pick a fight? Emily, your jealousy honestly scares me." With that, he turned and walked toward the guest room. But this time, I didn't follow him.

Francis Davis gave me the medicine. He said it would save me. I swallowed it and sank into ten years of oblivion. Ten years of loving him. Until one day, he decided he wanted to know whether the sober me still loved him. So he took the medicine away. I never expected hatred and pain to run deeper than addiction. So I jumped from the 18th floor, returning my life to him, and my freedom to myself.