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Angela Black, only child to Donald Black, a notorious kingpin of the Double Axe Mob Mafia, unknowingly finds herself entangled with a ruthless billionaire who turns out to be heir to the Don of a rival gang. With events getting heated up, in order to save the life of her most loving Dad, she is forced to marry the ruthless billionaire. As their tumultuous relationship unfolds, Angela must summon the courage to navigate a dangerous world of power, betrayal, and unyielding vengeance. Will she succumb to the shadows of her past, or will she rise above the chaos to forge her own path to freedom and redemption?

She's his flower, But also his rain. She's the beauty in his day, But also his night full of pain. - "When Noah looks at you, it's like he's been living in a black and white universe and he just saw colours for the first time. These past weeks not being able to talk to you, all the colour in his life just went away and it's back to black and white and all he's been trying to do is remember what life was like before he knew what colour was."

Self-made billionaires Zane and Trey have been a club of two since they were eighteen. They’ve done everything together: play football, fall in love, even get smacked around by their dads. The only thing they haven’t tried is seducing the same woman. Executive chef Rebecca Eilert learned early on not to trust anyone. She raised her brothers by herself—with no adult being the wiser. Her knack for cooking kept a roof over the twins’ heads. Now she’s damned if it won’t pay their way through Harvard as well. Add in running Trey’s latest restaurant, and her plate is way too full for romance. That’s an attitude the bad boys intend to change. Zane and Trey have set their sights on the sexy chef. When their hearts enter the equation and they both fall for her, this committed twosome faces their hardest test of all.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.

Angie woke up in the morning, finding herself in a strange place, with a man beside her, and without a single piece of clothing. It was bad luck for her when Mike, the man she had supposedly spent the night with—the only son of the head of the black organization "The Black Venom"—approached again and handed her a contract that would turn her life upside down. "Sign it and marry me, or die." Then, like riding a roller coaster, Angie tried to survive the fake marriage. It was only two years, but a big secret was uncovered, making the remaining time a living hell—not only for Angie but also for Mike.

Adrianna James thought she was done with Eric Thompson—until two pink lines force her to reconsider. Determined to give her child the love of a father, she seeks him out… only to find him with another woman. Then there’s Damien Carter—mysterious, infuriating, and now her new work partner. When their latest assignment forces them into Eric’s world, Damien proposes a ridiculous idea: team up to stalk their exes. It’s reckless. It’s unprofessional. And somehow, it’s exactly what Adrianna needs. But as the lines between partnership and something more begin to blur, Adrianna finds herself caught between the past she thought she needed and the future she never saw coming. Does she choose the man she once loved—the father of her child? Or the one who makes her heart race in ways she never expected?

I was married to Chad Caldwell for ten years. I met all his girlfriends during our marriage. Whenever he got bored and wanted to move on, I was his best excuse. "If you marry me, you'll end up like her. Too familiar and no spark left." On our anniversary, I wiped tears for his latest ex, a college girl, while he was at the movies with his new fling. She used up a pack of tissues, and I seemed to see my old self in her. Afterward, I asked Chad for a divorce. He was confused. "Why not wait a bit? Maybe I'll turn over a new leaf." I gave a faint smile but said nothing. Instead, I booked a plane ticket and flew across the ocean. If he wouldn't turn around, I'd take the first step.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

I abandoned her eight years ago. Not for me, for her, to keep her away from the cruel fate of being my mate, our kind's future queen. Now a fucking ATM card ligned our fate once again. *** Drake Lockhart is the hidden latest monarch of werewolf kind. Who knows being away from his family got him to found his luna? And boy, she is perfect! Even after discovered the fact that she was raised as a human, Drake didn't faltered, he accept and loving Moira and wants only the best for her. But the war found his pack, and pushed him to left her side, for her safety. She left alone and broken. Right years had passed when Moira found her mate is stand tall in font of her door. Will Moira let him sashaying his way into her life again? If so, what kind of queen will she be?