Un Merry Hasband

Eve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year. Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him. But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground. The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?

For someone with a last name like Love, Cassie hasn't been all that lucky in it. First her sister crashed her wedding and made away with her fiance, and now she finds herself married to a grouchy hockey player who is averse to love and festivities, and brings out the sassy side of her. She can't wait for the holidays to be over so she'll get an annulment and never have to see Liam again. If only it were that easy...

For both Hayley and Kenji's freedom and the things at risk, they had to tie the holy knot. Although they are now married, they still hate each other and there is one rule they made for themselves and that's to mind your own damn business. But could they mind their own businesses when they are living together and are partners of a heavenly crime called fake love.

"I don't like when other man touches what is mine." He whispered in deep voice, his blue eyes sparkled with jealousy and possession. "I am not your possession, Ashton. Remember, we're married only on the papers." I somehow said as his intimidating personality loomed over me. I could hear our heartbeats. "I don't give a fuck to those papers, Valeria. You're my wife and the whole world must know this." Saying this, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and kissed there. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. He was off reach and forbidden. He was my ex-fiance's uncle. But he was my husband. Everything changed for Valeria Miller when her boyfriend left her waiting on the aisle and his uncle stepped up to save her from the shame. Their marriage was fixed on the last minute, it shouldn't be permanent. But Ashton had other thoughts in his mind. He wanted Valeria forever.

Louise grew up knowing that she was chosen by a man, of her kind, whom came as a King for a title, her family being in good standing with the Dukes family, dreamed that the husband to be was the Dukes twin son’s, while the Duke wanted her, no one knew who would be her mate. Until the night of the welcoming ball. Book 2: Marrying the Moon goddess Book 3: Courting my Mate Book 4: Moon Child Zack

For eight years, I stayed by John Harlem's side, even without a title. I was there when he recovered and rose from his wheelchair, and I was there when he clawed his way out of depression. I thought that one day, if I endured long enough, he would see my sincerity and affection for him. And we might end up together. But when his first love returned to the country, all my hopes turned into delusions. He told me to put away feelings I should never have had and remain by his side as nothing more than his "sister". For her, he deceived me, humiliated me, and pushed me away. What he never knew was that in helping him heal, I had absorbed far too much of his darkness. The very day he stopped taking his medication, I was diagnosed with severe depression. In order to save myself, I chose to let him go… and married his uncle instead. But at my wedding, he set aside his pride and dignity, dropped to his knees before everyone, and begged me for nothing more than a single glance.