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Alessandra For three months, Zane was the perfect boyfriend, the normal guy I was starting to fall in love with until I found out who he really was. the truth however was that he was a murderer, not just a murderer but Chicago's most feared boss. Kian Arreas. the kingpin of secrets ,lies and violence. His lies shattered my peaceful world so I ran and he let me or so I thought , but his world had reached me pulling me into the darkness. little did I know I was the light in his world. I was a pawn in a war I never asked to be apart of. Kian was out for blood ready to tear the world apartjust for me and but as fate would have it, he was already bound to Cathleen and she was doing everything in her power to have and keep him. His family's decision was final and I had no part in that but he wouldn't let me go. Kian My princess was all I had. kingpin and murderer, ruthless and cold. the world could fuck itself for all I cared. As long as I had her that was all I needed and I would destroy the world to keep her.

Running from hell, and towards the devil. Having caught her betrothed and her stepmother in an unforgivable act, Calista runs away into the arms of a stranger-Roman Cappellucci, the cold, calculating, and dangerous mafia boss of Chicago. Roman has worked his way to the top of the criminal underworld with brutality. He proposes a deal: marry him, and he'll protect her. No feelings. No questions. Just safety in exchange for her obedience. But safety has its price It's supposed to be simple, a marriage of convenience for her protection. And don't they say the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know? Things take a twisted, darker turn when Roman's truest nature begins to unfold. He is not the savior she thinks he is; he is the devil that would set the world ablaze for her sake. The abyss she wants to drown in even though he is ruthless and emotionless. Yet with every passing day, Calista begins to chip away at the ice around Romano's heart. And despite every warning in her head, she finds herself drawn to him—not out of fear, but fascination. Her protector Her obsession Her every, darkest fantasy. Because the devil didn’t just save her. He claimed her.

Shattered and betrayed by the family she loved and trusted, Merina Downtown's world came crumbling down. From being a pure and vibrant young woman, Merina now conceals the weight of a secret she has borne alone: A brain tumor that has tormented her these past years. Carrying unbearable headaches and emotional trauma, Merina is listlessly drifting aimlessly through her life, gradually losing faith both in herself and in the world. Until she met Adam Nart, the cold yet irresistible billionaire CEO, one night of passion laced their fates together. When he found himself faced with her sickness, Adam's determination was fired up, and needed to save her from anything, even from herself. As Merina struggles to keep Adam at arm's length, believing her brokenness is more than what anyone can handle, Adam is determined to break down her defenses and mend her shattered heart. When her condition deteriorates and old enemies begin to circle, their love will face its ultimate challenge. Will Adam's hard-won determination give Merina a reason to fight? Or will her war with her past failing health tear them asunder?

(18+ Explicit Content) Buy me.” My voice rings clear through the room. "Buy me and I will serve you until my purpose is through. Buy me and save me from death.” Dante merely laughs at me, "Why should I save you? I'm no hero, girl. You've stepped into a 's den and you're committing yourself to me.” I don't budge, fighting through the urge to cower before him. “I'll give you one chance to walk away, Atwood girl. If you don't, you will be mine and no one can save you from me.” But that’s exactly what I need. Not a hero, but a monster who could tear the world down and bring my sister back to me. I would sacrifice anything for her, including my freedom. Jean Atwood was at the top of the world. A perfect life for the perfect daughter of the esteemed and powerful Atwood family. But one mistake turned her life upside down and brought her family's name to the ground. Drowned in debt after her parents' deaths, Jean must find a way to free herself and her beloved younger sister from slavery.

After reuniting with my birth family, my wealthy biological father tossed me a black card and laid down one rule: I could spend as much as I wanted, but I was never to call him Dad—that title belonged only to his adoptive daughter. Clutching the black card, I cautiously bought myself a two-dollar-fifty ice cream cone. Just as I was happily licking the sweet ice cream, the adoptive daughter dropped to her knees before me. "Alice, are you mocking me because I can't even afford something that costs two-fifty in the future?" My brother immediately slapped me twice. "You have money now, but you can't split love. Natalie is my one and only sister!" Then my father splashed boiling water onto my face. "No disgraceful wretch deserves to be a Gervais." To punish me, they sent me off to Rimala, forced to work as a child laborer in the mines. Ten years later, I walked into a grand banquet hall with an ice cream in hand and came face-to-face with my brother, Ansel Gervais, dressed in a hand-tailored suit. "All these years and you're still a disgrace," he sneered, but I couldn't be bothered to argue. "Let go. My dad's waiting for me—and if I'm any later, the ice cream's going to melt." He looked down at me with contempt. "Dad? Who gave you permission to call him that? Natalie will forever be the only Gervais girl—no one can take that away from her!" I rolled my eyes. Who said I was talking about that cheap excuse for a father? I was talking about my adoptive father—the oil tycoon with an incurable sweet tooth. I was in a hurry to let him taste some ice cream.

I have a secret. Every year on my birthday, I'm taken to the blood donation room and made to give 400cc of blood. All because my mom once told me that the blood running through my veins belongs to a rapist. This is the only way I can wash away my original sin. Because of those words, at eighteen years old and weighing less than 80 pounds, I found myself lying on that donation chair once again. But the second I stepped out of the donation room, a document came flying at my face. I looked up in shock and met my mother's icy stare: "Sign it, and get the hell out of my house." It was a legal notice cutting all ties with me. I stood there frozen, cold down to my bones. Mom—didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times, I'd finally be your clean child?