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This book contains hot mature explicit scenes. Read at your own risk! After her parents were brutally murdered, Aria was stolen away and groomed by a ruthless mafia lord-trained to be both a lethal assassin and a nymphomaniac sex doll. She has only one mission: revenge. She'll smile. She'll kneel. She'll obey. She'll play the perfect submissive... until the day she finds the man responsible for their deaths- and makes him bleed. But everything shatters when she finds herself defenseless in the arms of her enemy. No matter how much she fights, hates, or resists-he won't let her go. And worse... She's not allowed to die. She can scream. She can cry. Hell-she can even beg. But she will always be his. His to own. His to claim. His to break. This book is strictly 18+ and contains dark romance elements.

22-year-old pornstar Raven Rose gets paid to be destroyed on camera but nothing prepared her for the masked stranger who chokes her, slaps her, and fucks her so brutally she squirts, pisses, and sobs “Fuck me harder, Daddy!” while he breeds her wrecked holes. The next morning she discovers her merciless Daddy was her mother’s new 35-year-old stepson. Now he lives down the hall. Every night he sneaks into her room, stuffs her panties in her mouth, bends her over, and destroys her cunt and asshole while their parents sleep nearby. He slaps her, chokes her, and pumps her full of cum while growling, “Take Daddy’s load like the filthy stepsister whore you are.” Raven knows it’s sick. She knows she should stop. But every time he bends her over and rails her until she’s a crying, gaping, cum-dripping mess, she only begs for more. As blackmail, jealous lovers, and dangerous enemies close in, Raven must choose between her normal life and becoming her stepbrother’s addicted, collared, bred cumslut forever. This isn’t love. This is raw, nasty, addictive ruin.

From as far back as I can remember, I knew my mom hated me. She gives me sleeping pills when I'm three. When I'm five, she tries pesticide instead. But I'm hard to get rid of. By the time I'm seven, I've already learned how to fight back. If she refuses to give me food, I flip the table so no one can eat either. If she beats me up until I'm on the ground, writhing in pain, I go after her beloved son the same way, leaving him bruised and bawling. That's how we stay locked in battle until I turn 12. Everything changes when my youngest sister is born. I'm clumsily trying to help with her wet diaper when Mom suddenly shoves me against the wall. The look in her eyes holds both disgust and fear. "What were you trying to do to my daughter? I knew it. You take after that monster of a father. Why didn't you just die with him?" I hold my aching head. For the first time, I don't fight back. I believe she's right. My existence is a mistake. I should never have been alive.

Grace was the perfect wife for three years, enduring Sebastien Montgomery’s contempt and the humiliations inflicted by his family. He treated her like a shadow, convinced that she had “trapped” him while he remained obsessed with the glamorous Katerina. The night Grace discovered she was pregnant, Sebastien threw the divorce papers at her: “Katerina is back. I don’t need you anymore.” He thought she would sink into misery. He didn’t know that Grace was the long-lost heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Two years later, the hunter becomes the hunted. Sebastien, on the brink of bankruptcy, desperately seeks an anonymous investor to save his company. When the office doors open, he doesn’t find the submissive girl he left behind. He finds a powerful, radiant woman. But she isn’t alone. Dominic Rossi, Sebastien’s most ruthless rival and the man who now controls the market, wraps his arm possessively around Grace’s waist. An adorable little boy runs toward him shouting, “Daddy, look at my new car!” Sebastien feels the world crashing down on him as he recognizes his own eyes in the little boy. On his knees, his voice breaking, he pleads: “Grace, please… he’s my son. Let me fix this.” Dominic looks at him with icy contempt as Grace signs the purchase order: “You’re too late, Montgomery. The boy already has a real father… and I already own your empire.”

(English) Book 1 of 3 Chantria Yvonne Zima is the first heiress of the Zima family and the eldest of the triplets. But before she can even inherit them all, her father instructs her to fly over to the Philippines and hide. Before she can even reveal her face to the public, she is forced to change her identity to prevent their family’s enemies from coming after the heiress. But when someone close to her dies because of that, she can’t just stand idle and let their enemies do what they want. She will avenge her, no matter what anyone says. She will hunt the one who killed her sister even to the ends of the world.

My boyfriend came from a wealthy family. We had been together for seven years, yet he had never given me a single gift. When he proposed, he even asked for the diamond ring back so he could return it for a refund. Later, when we were about to register our marriage, he complained that the paperwork fee was too expensive and said it wasn’t necessary. However, not long after that, he registered his marriage with his childhood sweetheart instead. He even booked the most luxurious hotel in the entire city, eager to throw a grand engagement party. The shock was too much for my grandmother, and she suffered a heart attack. I dropped to my knees and begged my boyfriend to return the salary I had entrusted to him over the years, as I needed the money to pay for my grandmother’s surgery. He simply wrapped his arm around his childhood sweetheart and pretended not to know me. He said he would never help a lazy beggar who only knew how to freeload. Then, he ordered the security guards to throw me out. Later, my grandmother died on New Year’s Eve, her final breaths drowned out by the sound of fireworks outside. While everyone else celebrated the holiday season, I handled my grandmother’s funeral alone. At the same time, I accepted a job offer from a major overseas company. When I returned home to get my passport, the man—who had just finished introducing his sweetheart to his parents and was clearly in a good mood—saw me and assumed I was still throwing a tantrum. For the first time, he spoke generously. “Alright. What could possibly have happened to your grandmother? At worst, I’ll make it up to you with a luxurious wedding.” What he didn’t know was that from the moment my grandmother took her last breath, I no longer wanted to marry him.