I thought I was invisible-forgotten and discarded by the family that claimed to love me. When they dragged me out of my countryside solitude, I didn't think it was for love. It wasn't. It was for a deal. To save their own skin, they married me off to Alan Walker-a man they called weak, crippled, and harmless. They lied. Alan wasn't weak; he was calculating, deadly, and harboring a secret that may ruin us all. The marriage was never about love; it was conflict, a battlefield for power and survival. And yet, in the quiet times between our battles, I glimpsed parts of the guy beneath the mask-a man scarred by betrayal, motivated by retribution. But then the lies unraveled. Alan's disability was a façade, his kindness a weapon, and his true enemies closer than I ever imagined. As Philip Louis, his half-brother, launched a vicious attack to claim the family empire, I became a pawn in their twisted game. My sister Maria-cruel, conniving, and unforgiving-joined forces with him. Together, they sought to ruin us. Now, I'm caught in a storm of deceit and danger. Alan says he'll protect me, but how can I trust a man who built his world on lies? How can I protect my heart from a man I might be falling for, knowing love could be my undoing?
"You could be my wife, but never ever believe you could control me." His voice sounded to be a deep growl, a warning, but also something terrible. Dark and fascinating, his gaze locking onto mine sent an amazing surge through my body. A thousand unspoken words weighted the thickening air between us. It wasn't only a threat. It was an assurance.
My heart pounding, the weight of his words kept me in place as I stood enthralled at the gateway of the magnificent house. My parents had pulled me here, under coercion into a marriage I had not wanted. For reasons I cannot understand, they had sold me body, spirit, and future to someone I knew.
Alan Walker: The name by itself made me shiver down my back. The merciless millionaire, the so-called "crippled heir" to Louis family wealth. someone notorious for his austere manner, terrible ambition, and tendency to destroy everyone he came across.
And here I was-his wife now.
As I moved further into the room, his gaze stayed just beyond mine. Tension-filled, dense and oppressive quiet between us cracked. The apartment was fantastic, luxurious, the sort of place I never would have dreamed I would fit. Still, nothing about it seemed welcoming.
"I didn't ask for this," I said, trying to control my breathing. I asked for none of it.
He slanted back in his chair, his eyes darting over me with a detached interest akin to that of an object rather than a human. He was overwhelming, like a hurricane poised to strike. "That's what makes it so wonderfully ironic, don't you think?" Though it missed his gaze, his lips twisted into a smile. "You consider yourself to be some naive piece in an incomprehensible game. You are not, however. You are chosen, Ariel. Whether or not you like it.
Shaking at the sound of my name, I felt as though it rolled off his mouth like a verdict. It was clear how he affected me.
I moved back, trying to gather myself. I'm not a pawn. Not your property, I am.
His eyes closed. "You are, indeed. Still, you'll know your spot soon enough to relax.
His voice's coldness caused a shiver down my spine, but there was something more hiding behind it that I couldn't quite understand. Concern? Attractivity?
Before I could respond, the passage echoed with a great crash. My pulse accelerated, and naturally I looked toward the sound. Alan's eyes flew to the door, and for a few seconds I sensed something-panic, concern? It vanished before my understanding could catch hold.
"Stay here," he said, his voice once again icy-cold.
My body stiff with tension, I nodded without thinking. Though I knew it was bad, I had no idea what was happening.
Alan got up right away, his tall frame dancing resolutely for the door. My curiosity driving me into the future, I couldn't stop myself from following.
I stopped just before the door. Alan stood at the door, his face a mask of restrained fury, his posture rigid. Two guys stepped in front of him; while they were strangers to me, their threatening demeanor was clear.
"Get out of my house," Alan said in a low, frightening, cold steel warning.
The taller man grinned, looking as though he could split me in two without working at all. Walker, we are not here for negotiations. Here we are to remind you of the people in charge.
From where I stood, I could not see Alan's face; however, I sensed the change in the atmosphere. Something about these guys-the rigidity in their posture-made my gut turn around. This was hardly a laid-back confrontation. This was a power battle for which I was not suited.
Alan clinched his jaw but said nothing. Rather, his eye turned momentarily to mine. It was not necessary for me to grasp.
Leave this out of your reach.
Trapped between dread and the impulse to defend myself, I paused, feet fixed to the floor. Though I had no idea who these men were or why they were here, I could feel the danger radiating off them like heat.
One of the guys, a thin man with black hair and a perfect smile, stepped forward. "I wouldn't be too certain of yourself, Alan. You have overlooked your place in the world. Here to remind you is us.
The words hung about like poison. My heart surged in my chest as Alan's fingers tightened on the doorframe, his knuckles white. Before he turned to meet the lads, he had a flash of something deeper, darker in his eyes.
His voice was like ice, he snarled, "I don't need a reminder." Nevertheless, you will. You will shortly enough.
Over me came a strange sense of doom. Something was going to happen that would fundamentally alter everything. It felt like it was in the pit of my gut.
Alan's hand went out before I could react, dragging one of the men by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The other man jumped for Alan; he was faster, his motions fluent, controlled, and beautiful. A brawl erupted-a violent, quick conflict that left me gasping and frozen in place.
Groaning, the guy Alan had shoved against the wall tried to squirm free. Walker, you are unable to accomplish this. You no longer control. We will take everything from you. Everywhere.
Alan showed no flinching. He gripped the man's neck more tightly. "Try it, hissed." And note how far you go.
As I saw the conflict blossom in front of me, my pulse started beating. Alan's movements' sheer power and ferocity were both frightening and thrilling. His behavior lacked compassion and there was no hesitancy. This dude was lethal.
The lads appeared to understand something I hadn't yet mentioned: they were out of time. The sound of sirens cut right through the air.
The taller person growled, breaking free from Alan's hold and pushed his friend away, "We'll be back." They left the room awkwardly quiet.
Breath shallow, I stood there and Alan turned slowly to face me. Dark and unreadable, his eyes whirled over me like a hurricane. We had terrible tension, a blazing, silent storm. The sorrow hung heavy in the air. Though the lads had left, the horror they carried stayed like a black fog.
"You should have stayed inside," Alan said, his voice a rasp, his usual coolness replaced by something more visceral. With his eyes narrowing, as if examining whether I had learned anything from the encounter, he made a hesitant step toward me.
Opening my mouth to respond, nothing came out. Every nerve on edge, my body was still shivering. Just now something happened. Those men were whom? Furthermore, why had they singled out Alan? Though none of the bits of the puzzle fit in my brain, they danced there. My air came in quick, brief gasps.
"I didn't know..." I started, finally managing to speak. My voice was barely above a whisper. "What was that? Who were they?"
Alan didn't answer directly away. He stood a few steps away from me, his features shrouded. His big shoulders raised and fell with each steadying breath. The tension in the room built as he examined the meeting.
Nothing is more deadly than a wounded heart in the world I have always known-where power, loyalty, and treachery prevail. I never imagined that one visit would cause everything to fall apart when I went to see Leo Volkov, the infamous mafia kingpin and ex-lover of my sister. The ruthless and merciless king of the Volkov empire, Leo, had been in a terrible car accident and I felt I might offer him something-anything-before it was too late. He vanished though when I got to the hospital. Discharged, vanished, leaving just questions and a gnawing sense of abandonment. The true shock set in when I got home and discovered my boyfriend, Dmitri Baranov, locked in a hug with my sister Mara. Betrayal hardly starts to cover the damage I experienced. The worst of all is also Cold as usual, my family hardly even looked at it. Always more worried with family reputation than with my own happiness, my mother chastised me for being "dramatic." She solely considered what would be best for the family, not what I needed. But when Leo gets back, exactly as volatile and deadly as before, I find myself dragged back into a world of secrets and revenge threatening everything. Between the broken bonds with my family, a renewed, forbidden connection to the guy who once held my heart, and a conspiracy that can ruin me, I have to choose whom to believe. More importantly, if he would even take me back, am I ready to risk it all for a second chance at love?
Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name. Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps-desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul. He has made it quite evident-our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything. Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca? Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive.
"Mr. Dre," she started speaking in a low tone, her voice quivering, "I have agreed to the contract and Ariel's operation was successful... but this... this deal... " She lost her words. That was the first thing she said; "It feels so cold here I didn't expect it to feel like this." Alison's life becomes miserable when her husband dies leaving her with three young children to support and take care of. Having financial difficulties, things turn even for the worse when her youngest daughter Ariel is diagnosed of a severe heart disease. Ariel has to undergo a very expensive surgery and Alison has no means to get the money for it. Desperate and running out of time, she faces a terrible choice: sign a contract marriage with her cold and powerful boss, Mr. Dre, or lose her daughter forever.
Synopsis: Samantha Dawson felt she could leave her errors behind, but one fateful night everything changed. Driven by a great urge to pay off her family's debt, she entered the arms of a stranger-a brief, explosive meeting that left her whirling. That evening, she never anticipated the outcome: a kid she has kept secret from the world and from him. Four years fast forward: Samantha's meticulously repaired life is collapsing once more. She is presented with an unimaginable offer-a contract marriage with Adrian Blackwood, the mysterious millionaire with more influence than anybody should-as her son's safety is at stake and debts are closing in. The only issue is Adrian is unaware she already carries his most secret. But Adrian also depends on her. He has to seem to have a flawless family if he is to land the commercial contract confirming his empire. Samantha is his response; he still doesn't know about the lethal shadows from her past threatening them both. Time is running out because of Adrian's own complex network of family treachery. Should he not get married soon, he runs the danger of losing control of his father's business to a merciless competitor with dark motives-someone already too near Samantha for comfort. Neither of them understands how interwoven their fates have become as they descend further into this perilous dance. Secrets grow, passions blossom, and foes lie around every turn. Samantha has to choose, nevertheless, whether Adrian comes near to learning the truth about her son: should she tell everything or keep quiet while the walls of their precarious arrangement collapse? And then a terrible revelation destroys their world, just as their well planned lives begin to fit. Samantha has been hiding secrets other than the child as well.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.