twisted

Cali Rillion-She is a 22 year old graduate in business administration,an orphan, a secretary at B&S incorporate, pretty and sexylady who is also independent and hardworking. Bryan Smith-a 25 year business tycoon who took over the company after the death of his father,has zero interest in marriage and is a total flirt,he's hot and every womans choice, e doesn't care about feelings or emotions.

Aria Nightshade, 26, has been the perfect Luna of the Silvermoon Pack for five years. She wasn't Alpha Damien Blackwood's fated mate—but he *chose* her. He promised her forever, swore their bond was stronger than fate itself, and she believed him. She gave him everything: her heart, her devotion, and her identity, transforming from a quiet omega into a beloved Luna who fought for every pack member as if they were family. Then Damien returns from a diplomatic mission with *her*—Selene Moonshadow, his true fated mate. Beautiful, powerful, and radiating the kind of primal magic that makes wolves bow. Damien insists nothing will change. "You're my Luna, Aria. She's just... fate. We can make this work." But everything changes. Selene moves into the packhouse. Damien starts missing dinners, forgetting anniversaries, vanishing for "pack business" that smells like jasmine and lies. The pack warriors who once protected Aria now sneer. The women who called her sister whisper "false Luna" behind her back. Even Damien's younger brother Marcus, who swore lifelong friendship, turns cold. Then comes the trap. Accused of poisoning Selene (who dramatically "almost dies"), Aria is dragged before the pack council. Evidence appears from nowhere—wolfsbane in her chambers, witnesses who suddenly remember her "threats." Damien, torn between his chosen mate and his fated bond, doesn't defend her. He stays *silent*. Aria is stripped of her Luna title, publicly rejected, and exiled into the Shadowlands—a cursed territory where rogues hunt and magic dies. They expect her to perish within days. They have no idea what she really is. Because Aria Nightshade isn't just an omega. She's the last daughter of the Ashenclaw bloodline—ancient wolf warriors who could command fire and shift into wolves with phoenix flames in their veins. Her mother hid her, suppressed her powers with binding spells, and died protecting the secret. The Ashenclaw were hunted to extinction by the Wolf Council centuries ago because they were *too powerful*, a threat to the ruling packs. In the Shadowlands, dying and betrayed, Aria's bindings shatter. And she *burns*. When she rises from the ashes, she's no longer the gentle Luna who baked cookies for pup birthdays. She's a weapon. And she's going to make them all pay. But revenge gets complicated when she encounters Caden Stormfang—the exiled Alpha of the rival Bloodmoon Pack, dangerous and scarred, ruling the Shadowlands' rogues with an iron fist. He's everything Damien isn't: brutal, honest, and he sees *her*, not the Luna mask she wore. "You want revenge, little phoenix?" Caden's silver eyes gleam. "I'll teach you how to burn kingdoms. But it'll cost you." "Name your price." "Become my Luna. A real one. Help me reclaim my pack, and I'll help you destroy yours." As Aria trains her forbidden powers and builds an army of rogues and exiles, Damien begins to realize what he's lost. Selene's mask slips, revealing a schemer working with the Wolf Council to eliminate powerful bloodlines—including Damien's. The poisoning was a setup orchestrated by Selene and Marcus (who wants the Alpha position). Too late, Damien sees the truth: his fated mate is his destruction. His chosen mate was his salvation. Now he'll do anything to win Aria back. But she's no longer the woman who loved him. She's the Phoenix Luna. And she's done begging for scraps of affection. When Aria returns to Silvermoon with Caden and an army at her back, Damien falls to his knees. "I'm sorry. Come home. I'll reject Selene. I'll make this right. *Please*." Aria looks at the man she once loved, then at Caden—the one who rebuilt her from ashes. "You had your chance, Damien. You chose silence when I needed your roar. Now watch me burn everything you love. Starting with your crown." Because sometimes the greatest revenge isn't destroying your enemies. It's becoming so powerful they can't touch you—and making them watch as you choose someone else.

Aria Thornfield, 22, has known nothing but cruelty her entire life. Born an omega—the lowest rank in the werewolf hierarchy—she's been treated as less than nothing by the Silvercrest Pack. She scrubs floors, endures beatings, and survives on scraps, all while clinging to the foolish hope that the Moon Goddess has something better planned for her. That hope shatters the night of her 18th birthday when the mate bond snaps into place with Damien Silvercrest, the pack's arrogant young Alpha. She expects salvation. Instead, she gets a nightmare. Damien rejects her publicly, humiliates her repeatedly, but refuses to sever the bond completely. He keeps her close enough to use—her omega healing abilities fix his warriors, her domestic skills serve his pack—while giving his heart and title to Celeste, the beautiful Beta's daughter. For four agonizing years, Aria exists in limbo: not rejected enough to be free, not accepted enough to matter. When Celeste announces her pregnancy with Damien's child, Aria finally understands: she was never meant to be Luna. She was just convenient. Broken and ready to die, she stumbles into the Forbidden Forest during a blood moon, prepared to let the rogues or worse claim her. Instead, she's claimed by something far more terrifying: Kaine Ashenheart, the Lycan King. The Lycans are ancient, powerful, and utterly ruthless. Kaine rules them all—a beast who hasn't taken a queen in 300 years, whose fortress of black stone sits at the edge of werewolf territory like a warning. Rumors say he collects the heads of alphas who challenge him. That he bathes in blood. That his heart died centuries ago. But when Kaine finds Aria bleeding in his forest, he doesn't kill her. He offers her a deal: become his contracted queen for one year. Help him navigate an upcoming alliance summit with the werewolf packs. In return, he'll give her protection, power, and revenge. Aria accepts. She has nothing left to lose. What she doesn't expect is for the monster king to be patient. Tender. To wait for her permission before touching her. To rage when he discovers the scars covering her body. To teach her that she was never weak—she was just surrounded by cowards who feared her potential. As Aria learns to command rooms full of alphas, as ancient magic awakens in her blood, as the rejected omega becomes the most feared queen in living memory, she realizes three impossible truths: First, she's not just an omega. She's something far older, far more powerful—the last of the Moon's Chosen, blessed bloodline everyone thought extinct. Second, Kaine isn't her fated mate. But the bond they're forging through choice, through trauma, through healing—it burns brighter than any the Moon Goddess could create. Third, Damien isn't going to let her go. And Celeste's child isn't his heir—it's part of a conspiracy to overthrow the Lycan King and plunge the supernatural world into war. Now Aria must choose: hide in the safety Kaine offers, or step into the queen she was always meant to be—even if it means facing the pack that broke her, the alpha who betrayed her, and a destiny that will require her to rewrite the very laws of the Moon Goddess herself. Because Aria Thornfield was forged in suffering. And queens forged in fire don't just survive. They reign.

Hu bcmans are born to serve. Beastmen are born to rule. Bc Lyra Thorne, 22, has spent her life in the rural village of Ashveil, believing distance from the capital might spare her people from the cruelty of beastmen rule. She was wrong. When her village is razed for harboring "rebellious sentiment," Lyra is dragged in chains to the Grand Auction—where humans are sold like cattle to the beast elite. Beneath the blinding lights, she watches her friends disappear into the claws of wolf lords and lion generals. Then he appears. Cadeon Nightfang, the Shadow Panther—General of the Northern Legions, rumored kingslayer, and the beastman even other beasts fear. His golden eyes lock onto Lyra with an intensity that makes the auction hall fall silent. When he bids an obscene fortune for her, whispers erupt: Why would the Shadow Panther want a human slave? He's never taken one before. Lyra expects torture. Degradation. Death. Instead, she's taken to Nightfang Keep—a fortress of obsidian and thorns where no human has survived more than a year. Cadeon gives her an impossible offer: "Serve me for one year. If you survive, you'll have your freedom and enough gold to disappear forever. Refuse, and I'll return you to the auction." But nothing about her captivity makes sense. She's not locked in the dungeons with other slaves—she has a room in the east wing, where only Cadeon's most trusted advisors reside. She's not beaten—she's *trained* in combat by his second-in-command. And most confusing of all, Cadeon never touches her, never forces her into his bed, though the mate bond between them—forbidden, impossible, illegal—burns hotter with each passing day. Lyra soon discovers the horrifying truth: Cadeon didn't buy her to break her. He bought her to save her. She's the daughter of Elira Thorne, the legendary human rebel who nearly toppled the beast regime twenty years ago—before she was executed. The beast council believes Elira's bloodline died with her, but Cadeon recognized Lyra's eyes at the auction: the same silver-grey eyes that haunted him after he was *ordered* to kill Elira, the woman who showed him humans weren't animals. He's been searching for Lyra for two decades. Now she's here, and the mate bond—a bond that should be *impossible* between human and beast—is undeniable. But fate is a cruel master. As Lyra navigates assassination attempts from jealous beast nobles, political games in a court that wants her dead, and her growing, *forbidden* feelings for the monster who murdered her mother, she uncovers a conspiracy that reaches the throne itself: The Beast King is dying. His heir, Prince Theron Bloodclaw, plans to use the king's death to pass the Purge Laws—legalizing the systematic extermination of all humans, replacing them with "more obedient" slave races. Lyra has three choices: - Escape with her freedom and let millions of humans die - Stay silent and become Cadeon's willing prisoner, betraying her mother's legacy - Ignite the rebellion her mother died for—even if it means losing the one beast who sees her as an equal Because the heart doesn't recognize the difference between master and slave, human and beast, love and destruction. And Lyra is about to learn that some chains are forged not by collars and cages—but by choice. She came as his slave. She'll leave as his revolution.

Isabella "Bella" Romano, 24**, has spent three years working double shifts at a rundown diner, her fingers raw from scrubbing grease, her dreams buried under medical bills for her dying mother. She's invisible—just another exhausted girl in a city that chews up the desperate and spits out bones. Then one blood-soaked night, she witnesses a execution in the alley behind her workplace. The killer's cold eyes meet hers. She should run. She should scream. Instead, **Dante Salvatore**—the Ghost of Chicago, the most feared mafia boss in North America—makes her an offer: become his tool, his perfect weapon disguised as innocence, or watch her mother die without the experimental treatment that could save her. Bella has no choice. She becomes Dante's **"little bird"**—his spy in high society, his bait for enemies, his alibi when bodies drop. She wears the designer dresses he buys, attends galas on his arm, and learns that monsters don't always have fangs. Sometimes they have empty eyes and blood on their Armani suits. Dante Salvatore has never let a woman past his bed. Love is weakness. Attachment is a target painted on your back. His empire was built on ruthlessness, and he's survived by feeling nothing. Women are transactions—pleasure exchanged for jewelry, then forgotten by morning. But Bella is different. She doesn't flinch when he kills. She doesn't beg for mercy or luxury. When he barks orders, she obeys with fire in her green eyes. When he bleeds, she stitches him up with steady hands, asking nothing in return. The tool is becoming something else. Something dangerous. As Bella navigates assassination attempts, deadly rivals, and the twisted politics of five crime families, she discovers the truth: Dante isn't just a monster. He's a king haunted by the massacre that orphaned him at twelve, forced into power by his uncle's cruelty, and imprisoned by a legacy of violence he never wanted. Then **Nico Moretti**—Dante's childhood friend and underboss—betrays them. The experimental treatment for Bella's mother? Funded by the Bratva, who want Dante dead. Bella's mother's illness? Poisoned deliberately to recruit Bella as their inside agent. Bella was never supposed to be Dante's tool. She was meant to be his **assassin**. When Dante discovers the conspiracy, he's faced with an impossible choice: kill the woman who betrayed him, or trust the girl who taught him what it means to have a heart—even if it gets him killed. Because in the underworld, love isn't a weakness. **It's a loaded gun pointed at everything you care about.** And Isabella Romano—the girl who scrubbed floors—is about to prove that queens aren't born into power. They're forged in fire, crowned in blood, and built by the men who underestimated them.

“I never asked anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do.”

A vampire… a real-life vampire… in her school? In her class, no less? Not only that, but she’s one of, if not the most popular girl in the entire school! When a socially inept and ostracized highschool girl, Lovely Day, witnesses a gruesome supernatural murder, she is forcefully pulled into a world somehow even darker than her own.

This collection offers a poetic discussion of life and the perception of reality. Take a deep dive into the inner world of an aspiring author determined to paint the world onto the page by the hand of literature! Please note: Due to the nature of some subjects, each chapter begins with a tailored trigger disclaimer.

I married him to save my family. I lost myself instead. Georgia Steele was raised to believe that marriage was duty, sacrifice, and obedience. When her father’s empire begins to crumble, she is offered as a solution to a powerful older man who promises security in exchange for her future. At first, her new life is gilded and controlled, beautiful on the surface and suffocating beneath it. Then another man appears. Charming, attentive, and seemingly everything her husband is not, he offers her escape and love. She follows him willingly, believing she has chosen freedom. She is wrong. What begins as rescue becomes captivity. What feels like devotion turns into domination. Georgia is isolated inside a vast mansion where her memories are questioned, her movements monitored, and her sanity slowly dismantled. When she resists, she is medicated. When she speaks, she is silenced. When she tries to escape, the world is taught to believe she is unstable. Locked beneath the house in a hidden cellar, Georgia is erased from existence while her captor builds a new life above her. As months turn into years, Georgia survives through pain, hallucination, and rage. Another woman is brought into the house, then another, each one unknowingly stepping into the same trap. In the darkness below, Georgia’s mind fractures, hardens, and evolves. What is buried does not stay silent forever. This is a story of psychological imprisonment, gaslighting, female suffering, and the terrifying resilience of a woman pushed beyond her breaking point. It is not a love story. It is a descent, a haunting, and ultimately, a reckoning. When the truth finally surfaces, it will not come gently. Some houses are built to destroy women. Others are meant to burn.

They bought her body. They never expected that they were going to be the ones enslaved. Lyra grew up believing she was human, that was until the day her father sold her to an auction house where she ended up the property of four Alphas who are clamoring to be the king of the kingdoms. Ruthless, feared, and united by their hatred of female werewolves, they see her only as a broodmare to secure their bloodline. But Lyra refuses to kneel.In a palace built on power and blood, surrounded by egomaniacs and sociopaths, she plays a dangerous game pitting brother against brother, exposing their deepest secrets, and turning their loathing into something far more dangerous. The closer she draws them in, the more she sees the cracks beneath their cruelty, wounds only she can heal, and a curse only her hidden power can break. But every step toward the throne comes with a risk… because the wolves she is manipulating might just be the only ones who can destroy her. Will she burn their empire to ashes and rise as the supreme power in the land? Or will she surrender to the most forbidden desire of all letting the wolves claim her as theirs? Or is there one for her? Power. Lust. Betrayal. In this game, only the strongest survive. * The great hall smelled of leather, steel, and something far more dangerous, male dominance. four pairs of golden eyes studied her like she was prey, their expressions carved from stone and cruelty that made pure hatred churn in her stomach. One of the brothers leaned forward, his voice a low growl. “You are a slave and nothing more. You exist solely for our desires. The sooner you accept it, the easier this will be for you.” She met his gaze without flinching, her chin tilting in defiance. “I would rather die,” she said, her voice steady, “than allow myself to be used by a bunch of savages who have to resort to buying a woman for their pleasure because no sane woman could possibly want them.” The words cracked through the air like a whip. A ripple of tension passed between the Alphas, equal parts fury and annoyingly enough… intrigue.

★DARK ROMANCE★ ^WARNING 18+,^ In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds. Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved. However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows. His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture. Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery. Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows. ~Weak to strong female ~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. ~No rape ~humours, laugher, tears and blush. ~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

(A spin-off of “Submitting to My Ex-Uncle”. However, can be read alone) ……… He ruined her once. Now, she belongs to another man. Three years after Elias shattered her heart and disappeared, Amara has rebuilt her life. Or at least, pretended to. Her books are bestsellers now, her name was highly adored, and her smile well practiced. However, when the ghosts of her past resurface, she does the unthinkable. She immediately marries Travis Alden. Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. A man who doesn’t believe in love but needs a wife for reasons of his own. It was supposed to be a business arrangement. No touch. No feelings. And no complications. Until Elias returns. Her first love, and her greatest sin. A fire she thought she buried comes roaring back to life. Travis tempts her with safety and devotion. Slowly, he even began to show her what love really felt like. Meanwhile, Elias drags her back into the darkness she once called home. He still looks at her like she’s the only prayer he ever learned to say. And when he whispers mine against her skin, the line between past and present blurs dangerously. In a world where desire is a weapon and love is the deadliest addiction, Amara must decide which man she’s willing to burn for. The husband who would kill to keep her, or the ex who already destroyed her once? ………. “I love my marriage, Elias.” She said it too quickly. The words escaped her lips like a reflex, and not a truth. Elias’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the air between them felt charged enough to burn them. “Do you?” he asked, voice low. Too low. It trembled with everything between pain and hunger. “Then why do your pupils dilate when I walk in, Amara?” She swallowed hard, her spine pressing lightly against the wall behind her. He was close enough for her to feel the whisper of his breath near her temple “You don’t get to do this anymore.” She gasped at him. He smiled. “Do what? Remind you what it felt like to actually want someone?” Her pulse raced; she hated that he could still read it, and still hear it. “Stop it.” Elias reached up, brushing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her skin, light as a ghost, and yet she felt it everywhere. “You can tell him you love him all you want,” he murmured, his lips just an inch from her ear, “but just don’t look at him like this when you do.” She exhaled sharply, trying to turn away, but he caught her wrist gently, not to restrain her, just to remind her. “Because that look…” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, “this look used to be mine.”

[Warning: Possessive and yandere alphas, kidnapping, harem, and smut!] Lucien de Luca, heir to blood and bullets, wears the crown of the Lucero Syndicate, the most feared mafia in the country. A ruthless don with an empire at his feet, he built his throne on loyalty, violence, and cold calculation. But beneath the smoke, silk, and gunpowder, Lucien hides a dangerous secret. He’s not just the mafia’s serpent king, he’s an omega. And not just any omega, one who craves to be claimed, knotted, and broken by the kind of alpha strong enough to put him on his knees. The betrayal comes from within. His stepbrother—beloved right-hand, trusted shadow—sells him to five rival alphas, thinking it will erase Lucien from the game and leave the Lucero empire ripe for the taking. Only Lucien isn’t the helpless pawn his brother imagines. He’s the one holding the strings. He lets himself fall into the hands of his enemies… Because what better way to satisfy his darkest desires than to be devoured by four predators at once? But betrayal never goes unpunished. Before surrendering himself, Lucien left behind a gift, one last trap. And when it springs, his brother’s dream of power will burn to ashes, while Lucien takes his place exactly where he’s always longed to be: tangled in the arms of his alphas, finally free to indulge the filthy, dangerous hunger he’s denied all his life.

Ananya loved Subho all through school — quietly, painfully, and without a single hope he’d ever look back. He didn’t. In fact, his careless words left scars she carried for nineteen years. Now destiny brings them face-to-face at their best friend’s wedding. He’s older. Softer. And suddenly aware of the girl he once overlooked. She’s the woman he can’t stop noticing now. Between sangeet nights, playful banter, old friends, guilty apologies, and stolen moments… something begins to shift. But old wounds don’t disappear easily. And neither does old love. This time, when life brings them together again… will they finally choose each other? Or will the past steal their future one more time?

The night that was supposed to be the peak of my life became the night I lost everything. My step-sister Rose stole my achievements. My fiancé chose her over me. My father handed over the company I built with my own hands… to her. And when I finally walked away, broken and exhausted, Karl followed me home—drunk, furious, and ready to destroy what little I had left. One blow to the head was all it took to end Jenna Harvour. At least, that’s what the world was meant to believe. I didn’t die. I woke up drugged, half-conscious, and listening to people decide how to “dispose” of me. I heard Rose’s voice ordering my death to be written off as suicide. I heard doctors bargaining over my body. And when I was finally strong enough to open my eyes, I was greeted by a stranger’s face and a new name forced onto me: Jenna Lorance. They buried my old identity. They held a funeral with my name on it. And I was expected to disappear quietly into this new life they created. But the world doesn’t get rid of me that easily. My unexpected lifeline comes in the form of Damian Black—the heir to the largest mafia syndicate and the last person I ever thought would notice me. He shouldn’t care about a woman like me… yet he’s the only one who looks at me as if he can sense the truth beneath my new skin. Revenge is easy. Escaping him is not. Because once a man like Damian decides you’re his, he doesn’t let go—not even if the whole world believes you’re already dead. _________ Re-upload because I needed to fix first 6 chapters [Warning: Mature Context, R18+]

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?

Desperate to secure her dying mother’s hospital bills, Ivy Bennett agrees to marry Ethan Cole ,a billionaire known for his icy heart and ruthless reputation.For Ethan, marriage is nothing more than a shield against a family scandal. For Ivy, it’s survival.But as they navigate a world of luxury, power, and hidden agendas, their fake marriage begins to feel dangerously real.With jealousy, chemistry, and danger brewing around them, Ivy must decide:Is Ethan using her or protecting her?And will the contract save them or destroy them?

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Historical Fiction | Slow Burn Romance | Mystery The Light That Burns: At the precipice of womanhood, Sunslite is defined by a deep family secret: a peculiar 'light' resides in her unusual, dark eyes—a power that is the key to her ancient lineage. Her mother’s final whisper confirms the stakes: "May your journey be bright... Wherever you go, you carry my heart." The Grand House of Reinhart: Torn from her simple life, Sunslite is whisked away to The Grand House of Reinhart, a sprawling, shadowed gothic manor cloaked in mystery and centuries of tradition. Her father's command is absolute: her inner power will either save her... or burn her to ash. The Guide: Waiting for her is Hridoy (33), her new teacher and guide—a blue-eyed man whose commanding presence and unnerving reverence create immediate fear. While he pledges loyalty, his strange actions (such as a lingering, silent kiss upon her hand) confirm that her path is far from ordinary. The Test of Power: Under Hridoy's watchful, intense gaze, Sunslite must learn to control the volatile magic within. She must navigate a world of ancient libraries, secret pacts, and the overwhelming weight of destiny. Can she master the power of the Reinhart bloodline and survive a teacher who embodies both her greatest comfort and her deepest fear? Read now for a story of inherited magic, gothic intrigue, and a secret that threatens to consume the light of its own bearer.

Zaliyah McCoy never expected her life to change because of a single mistake, a false pregnancy scare that pushed her into a marriage with Asher Sterling, the man her sister once loved and the man everyone believed she stole. Their marriage was built on duty, not affection. Three years of cold dinners, quiet nights, and a husband whose heart seemed frozen in a past Zaliyah could never touch, not even her love could touch his heart. Just when the frozen wall between Zaliyah and Asher starts to melt, Aria, the sister who vanished without a word—returns. Naive and hopeful, Aria believes Asher has been waiting for her. Zaliyah believes the same. And Asher… doesn’t deny it. But as old emotions resurface and unspoken truths shake the Sterling household, Zaliyah makes the only choice she has ever been able to control: she signs the divorce papers and walks away. She expects Asher to let her go. He expects the past to fall neatly back into place. But Aria sees what neither of them can admit, that Asher’s heart is no longer where he left it… and the woman he is losing is the one he never learned how to love. When the truth finally breaks through years of silence, Asher finds himself racing against the consequences of his own neglect because this time, Zaliyah isn’t waiting for him to choose her.

What do you do when you're at a concert, dancing and trying to forget a colleague you've had a crush on, then suddenly a stranger grabs you from behind, and fucks you till you're too weak to stand? Yeah, that's my situation right now. Crushing on the handsome Alex - who, by the way, doesn’t know I exist - has made me make VERY crazy life decisions, including seeking the help of an arrogant love doctor, and disguising myself as a man just to work with him in his new company. And now, the same stranger from the concert, shows up behind me whenever, and makes me feel things I shouldn’t feel - utterly dangerous and forbidden things until I now crave him. Did I also mention that I hate my new boss? Yeah, Maxwell Wellington is just so annoying, infuriating and insufferable, and it seems the feeling is mutual cause he hates me too.