oce phoenix

[Voici la version française du roman anglais 'The Mafia Don’s Innocent Love'.] Artemy Loskutov... Connu pour mon comportement glacial, ma nature impitoyable et mes talents mortels, j'inspire le respect et la peur à tous ceux qui croisent mon chemin. L'amour et l'affection n'ont pas leur place dans mon existence ; mon seul but est de me venger de la détestable mafia Cavalieri, responsable de la mort prématurée de ma mère. Lorsque je tombe sur une jeune femme, battue et cachée sous mon lit, je l'épargne non pas par gentillesse, mais je la considère comme une simple possession, un jouet à manipuler. Rebecca Cavalieri... Je m'étais habituée aux hommes qui cherchaient à m'exploiter, à me faire du mal et à me rejeter. La confiance est un concept insaisissable, et mon cœur reste caché sous des couches d'angoisse. Artemy, cependant, a réussi à déterrer et à rallumer la flamme vacillante en moi. Il a réveillé mes émotions endormies. Mais s’il découvre l’ampleur réelle du danger que je représente pour lui, je risque de perdre non seulement son affection, mais aussi ma vie.

Embyrson McElrath's life in Georgia was a veil covering her true destiny. At Devil's Lake Academy in North Dakota, she faces chilling nightmares and discovers her supernatural heritage. Entangled in a world of magic and creatures, she meets the captivating Daxten Belmont, her fated mate. As Embyrson approaches her eighteenth birthday, her latent powers surface, binding her to four mystical realms. Amidst fae, elves, wolves, and vampires, she must embrace her royal destiny while navigating a complex romance with Daxten. Tensions rise when the enigmatic Hunter Blackwin vies for her attention, challenging Daxten. A masked ball turns treacherous when darkness strikes, leading to Embyrson's abduction and a struggle between love and ancient forces contending for her soul.

By six, Amelia had whipped up a six-dish dinner with soup—Chad Felton's favorites, of course. By seven, she'd prepped his bath, complete with rose petals and candles. By eight, his slippers were perfectly lined up by the door. At nine, Chad finally strolled in. Amelia stepped up, taking his suit jacket. "Eat first or bathe?" she asked, setting the slippers in front of him and hanging the jacket. "Bathe," he muttered, eyes glued to his phone.

“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent. He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol. “18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion. “Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me…. I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing. But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget. But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.

Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.

O pai teve um caso durante o casamento, a mãe tirou a própria vida devido à depressão, e a amante se mudou para a casa com seus dois filhos. Marília Cardoso foi acolhida pela melhor amiga de sua mãe e passou a morar com ela. Sob o mesmo teto, Marília e Anselmo Pereira cresceram juntos como amigos de infância. Com o tempo, o relacionamento entre eles evoluiu naturalmente. Contudo, no dia em que Marília completou 22 anos, quando tudo indicava que o casamento entre eles estava próximo, Anselmo anunciou publicamente seu relacionamento com a melhor amiga de Marília, a abraçando em frente a todos. Enquanto isso, Marília recebeu apenas o rótulo de "irmã" e se tornou motivo de chacota para todos ao redor. Afinal, aos olhos de Anselmo, ela não passava de uma parasita lamentável, um peso do qual ele não conseguia se livrar. Ele e seus amigos a desprezavam. Todos aconselhavam Marília a ser mais sensata e a não destruir os últimos resquícios da ligação entre eles. Até mesmo sua melhor amiga, cheia de entusiasmo, tentou apresentá-la a outros rapazes. Foi então que Marília decidiu voltar sua atenção para Leandro Santos, um homem inalcançável, quase impossível de conquistar. Porém, Leandro era também o homem que sua melhor amiga amava e que ela própria nunca conseguiu ter. Ele não era apenas um renomado chefe de cirurgia cardíaca no mundo da medicina, mas também o herdeiro da poderosa família Santos, o clã mais influente de Serenópolis. Além disso, Leandro era outro amigo de infância de Marília, e também o amor secreto de sua meia-irmã. ... Leandro desprezava a arrogância e a teimosia de Marília, sua falta de amor-próprio e a suposta profundidade de seus esquemas. Mas, ao mesmo tempo, ele não conseguia ignorar sua beleza marcante e irresistível. Leandro não era um homem perfeito; ele cedeu à tentação, foi fisgado por ela e se tornou cada vez mais obcecado, até se perder completamente. No final, ele só pôde se render a ela, sem reservas.