Set in the ancient city of Calabria, where whispered secrets of love, betrayal, and vengeance all take place. Dr. Talana Fabrizio, a woman who once believed her life was carved in the unshakable certainty of medicine. A brilliant, strikingly beautiful doctor who was destined for a life of healing-until the day she was attacked. That day not only shattered everything but changed her forever. At the heart of her family's downfall is Drake de Marco, a man whose wealth and power are rivalled only by his ruthless ambition and her father and stepmother's addiction to alcohol and gambling. Having paid off the Fabrizio family's debts, de Marco demanded only one thing in return, no matter what it took, he wanted Talana, whether she was willing or not. The price of their compliance was more than just her freedom. It was a descent into a world of illicit dealings, sinister alliances, and bloody betrayals. A world where loyalty and justice are delivered with a silenced gun. But what no one saw coming-not her family, not Drake, not even the underworld itself-was Talana's transformation. Because she is something far more dangerous than just a woman wronged by the betrayal of her family. Talana was a woman with nothing left to lose. Admist the transformation Talana discovers hidden secrets of her mother's true identity and why she was cut off from her family. Talana discovers who she really is. The Sanchiano's and Morelli's are the most formidable mafia families in Calabria. With Roberto Sanchiano being the most powerful, then Massimo Morrelli. Two powerful alliances joined together to protect and serve one woman. Dona Fabrizio "Sanchiano" - Doctor Talana Fabrizio. With vengeance burning in her veins, Talana gets thrown into the dark heart of Calabria's mafia underworld, where power is as seductive as it is deadly. But vengeance is never a straight path. It is twisted, lined with shadows, and sometimes even unexpected temptations. That temptation comes in the form of Massimo Morelli. Morelli is a Mafia don who is as enigmatic as he is ruthless. A man of sharp edges and silent authority, a predator in a world of wolves. His presence commands obedience. His body speaks of strength and control. To Talana, he is both her greatest risk and her fiercest protector. The fire of revenge pulls her in one direction, but the flames of a desire she can not ignore burn just as hot. In a land where vendettas run as deep as the ancient olive groves and loyalty is unyielding, Talana must decide how far she is willing to go to destroy those who tore her world apart. Because the beauty of a silent vendetta does not lie in its resolution-it lies in the power it gives to those bold enough to play. And Talana is done being silent. She will fight. She will burn. She will rise. But will she find love and peace in the arms of Massimo Morelli? Will Drake de Marco pay for his sins? Will Massimo Morrelli be the ultimate answer Or will the dark world she now inhabits consume them all?
It was very rare for Talana to go out with her colleagues. Tonight, she had promised to join them at the club.
Later that evening, the soft glow of neon lights flickered outside the bar as Talana smoothed down her short red, strappy mini dress, black stockings, and a pair of short heel black shoes.
As she entered, they beckoned her in their direction. Using their signal, she began walking over to them only to stop dead in her tracks. She felt it, someone's eyes roving over her, the intensity of a strong, dominant male's gaze. Trying to ignore it, she proceeded to the group.
Too late, he was seated just before her table.
Massimo Morelli was looking at her with an intensity she had never felt before. As she passed by his eyes, we're eating her up. His taut muscles visible flexed beneath his snug T-shirt and tattoos that snaked along his arms. His sharp jaw-line and smouldering blue eyes beheld an intensity that made the air around him feel heavier.
As theycwere throwing back their drinks, instantly the noise faded into the background as the presence of a male approached their table. "Care to dance?" he leaned over and whispered in Talana's ear. Her heart beat faster at the sound of this male husky voice.
As she looked up, her expression froze. It was him, the guy that had been watching her, a slow, confident smile spread across his chiselled face. "Well?" he asked, waiting on a response.
"Go," one of the doctors nudged her under the table.
"Okay," Talana responded reservedly.
Holding out his hand, he guided her to the dance floor. The moment he stepped closer, his scent, a mixture of Old Spice and something uniquely him, enveloped her.
They moved to the rhythm, and the world around them fell into a haze as she lost herself in the moment. Spinning her around, he pulled her closer into him, their bodies melding into a perfect harmony of excitement and danger.
"I'm Max." His lips curled at the edges, making her weak in the knees. "You come here often?"
"I'mTalana and no," she said, biting her lip bottom lip. "It's a first. Tonight was a rare treat."
"I know who you are doc! But yes, a treat indeed," he smirked, his eyes glinting with something she couldn't quite identify, something mystifying. "You should have more nights like this." His tone was laced with some magnetic.
"hmmmm," she responded. The music kept on pulsating. Talana was lost in the moment. As the music changed, Talana removed herself from the dance floor and headed back to her table.
Grabbing her drink, the rest looked on in awe. "Oh my goodness, he's like a god," the one doctor said.
Talana was trying to catch her breath when, "Mr. Max wants you to join him at his table," his authoritative voice commanded.
"I'm out with friends," she responded aloof and cool.
"Doc, how often do you get a guy like that hitting on you," they urged her.
Giving them the skank eye, she relented and went over to his table, but not before saying she would make it up to them.
Over at Max's table, she excused herself, going to the ladies' room. Max knew who she was, for years, he had desired her.
As Talana was about to exit the ladies, a door pushed open, forcing her to the side. "missy!" the man said, his breath wreaking of old alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the scent of new. his face having a covering over it.
Pushing her back inside, he forced her against the wall. "Such a fucking whore! I'll teach you a lesson!" he grabbed her inner thigh pushing his hand upwards to her pleasure point, Talana screamed for help.
Sensing something was wrong, he went towards the ladies room, then a scream bellowed. "Angel!" his chest clamped tight. He didn't hesitate, pushing the door open he pulled the male away from Talana. "I'll kill you, you piece of shit!" he screamed hitting the man across the face full force with a fist.
Grabbing Talana he said in a gentle, calm tone, nothing like she had just experienced when he went at the assailant, "Are you okay Angel? Did that bastard hurt you or violate you?"
"I'm okay," she stammered, all shaken from the experience.
He wrapped her in his embrace, "It's alright, angel, I'm here for you." This meant war, Talana was meant to be his woman, but first, she would need to know her background.
As they walked, she noticed him with a cigarette in hand. "You smoke!" she stated.
"Why? don't you like it, angel?" he smirked. Truth was he only smoked when he had been drinking.
"Not at all," she responded. She had also noticed the smell on him when they danced.
"I'll keep that in mind," he responded, his lips at the sides curled upwards.
As they entered the private room, she asked, "What's this?"
"This, angel, is the V I P room. Here I can see everything that goes on," he explained as he led her to a window and stood behind her, pressing his hard torso hauntingly against her supple body. He wanted so badly to kiss her, but after the experience a few minutes back, he backed down.
"Max," she said as she wiggled out from his embrace.
"Relax angel," he answered, "you're safe with me. I promise I will not do anything to harm you or violate your trust in me." Talana didn't know what to make of this. She'd never even been with a guy.
"What made you come here?" he asked curiously, "You're different from all the others that come here."
"Different? How?" she asked, standing by the window looking out over the club scene below.
"You're more sophisticated. I take you for someone who loves the opera, art galleries, and quiet dinners," he observed her reaction.
"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" she laughed softly.
"I don't need charm angel, I call it as I see it," he said. "See those girls down there, they're here every week, flirting, dancing, and kissing any guy that gives them attention."
"Jeez," she said.
"You angel, don't belong in a place like this, but you do belong up here with me," he smirked at her. Gently tugging her away from the window, he guided her over to one of the plush couches. Handing her a glass, he said, "Drink, it will calm your nerves after what just happened."
Accepting the glass she sipped on the neat whisky and ice, a warm burning sensation glided down the back of her throat, hitting her stomach with a warmth.
A wisp of hair fell out of place, Massimo reached out and brushed it way gently, softly gazing into her eyes as his thumb grazed her bottom lip.
"Come dance with me again, angel!" his tone, more fervent.
For some reason, Talana felt comfortable with him. She felt she could trust him. Her body didn't shudder to repel him the way it did with the assailant in the ladies' room earlier.
Pulling her down to the dance floor, he moved his body closer, pulling her tighter into him as the vibe of the music slowed down. His hands rested on her hips lightly as he effortlessly guided her, leaving her breathless.
"You're good at dancing," she commended as he twirled her in his arms.
"Angel, I'm good at a lot of things," he replied as his lips curved into a wicked grin, pulling her closer to him.
As they moved closer, Massimo said, "Angel, you are playing with fire!" he smirked as he bent his head and kissed her forehead.
As the song ended, he twirled her one last time as her back leaned against his chest, pressing close to him. "You're trouble, angel," he murmured, sending a shiver down her spine at the nickname he had given her.
"And you're not?" she shot back.
"I'm the kind of trouble you will never forget, the kind you don't take home," he chuckled low and deep.
Early hours of the morning - "I need to leave," Talana said as she checked the time on her phone.
Massimo didn't like the idea of her leaving the club alone and decided to escort her to her car. Taking her soft, defined hand in his strong, firm calloused hand, his thumb rubbed over its back, igniting something deep inside. "Let me at least get you to your car, angel. After everything you've been through tonight. I need to know you will be safe out of here.
Talana didn't reject his offer. Instead , he warmly accepted it.
As they got to the car, he pushed her back against it. His body was hard pressed against hers. His warm breath hovering just above her lips, as his hand reached for her face, his thumb again grazing her lips. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice a rough caress against her soft skin.
Talana stood there, mesmerised by Max. Her lips parted, but not a sound escaped.
"Angel, tell me to stop because once I start, there will be no holding back. I can barely control myself now," he said again.
Her body responded before her mind to tell her to resist. Her fingers curled into the silk fabric of his shirt, gripping him, silently begging him not to stop.
Was it the alcohol that untamed the uaually very controlled and calm Doctor Fabrizio?
Max's lips captured hers, slow but possessive. A kiss that burned, setting her on fire. He pulled her closer, deepening the intensity, tasting, and exploring every ounch of her mouth.
Max's hands explored the contours of her body as her back arch, her body moulding into his. His one hand clasping the back of her nape, angling her her head as he deepened their kiss. His other hand gripped her dress as though he wanted to rip it off.
His mouth left her lips, trailing the side of her neck just below her ear. "Angel," he growled. Talana let out a sultry moan as he pulled her tighter, allowing her to feel the full hardness of his arouressing against her. Heat coiled within her moistening the region between her thighs.
His hands trailed still lower, slipping under the hem of her dress as his fingers ghosted across the skin of her inner thigh teasing her. "Fuck angel," he rasped, "you have no idea what you're doing to me!"
Talana trembled under his touch, a feeling within her; a flame she'd never felt before.
"Don't," she cried.
Those words nearly undid him. "You're so wet for me, angel."
And just like that, just as she felt herself unravelling for him, Max stopped. With a force, he pulled away. Both were left breathless and wanton. "No, not like this, angel " he rasped, "not when I want to take my time with you. Make you feel every igniting desire. Not when I need you too freaking much."
"Get in the car," he ordered, his voice strained with desire. "Please angel, before I forget that I'm trying to be a gentleman. Soon, soon I will make you mine," he muttered.
INTRODUCTION The Silent Ward They say hospitals are places of healing. But in the dead hours of the night-when the fluorescent lights flicker and the halls echo with nothing but the wheeze of machines-they become something else entirely. Groote Schuur Hospital stood like a sentinel on the hill, its white walls soaked in a century of suffering, silence, and secrets. Patients came and went. Some were healed. Some weren't. But a few-just a few-disappeared. Ward 17B doesn't appear on any maps. No signs point to it. No records mention its name. The door was sealed shut in 1984, after something happened inside that no one was willing to explain. Until now. Detective Siya Ndlovu never wanted to come back. Not to this place. Not to this city. Not to the memories she buried the day her twin sister Asanda vanished from Groote Schuur without a trace. But when bodies begin piling up with no cause of death-just eyes wide open and mouths stretched in silent screams-Siya is drawn into a case that feels too close to home. As the investigation deepens, she uncovers whispers of a government project buried beneath hospital floors, of experiments that cracked the human mind and opened something that should've stayed shut. They called it Project Threnody.
Introduction to Breaking the Spotlight Fame. Power. Love. In the glittering world of billionaires and entertainment royalty, love is the most dangerous game of all. Behind the flashing cameras and billion-dollar empires, lies are whispered, betrayal lurks, and jealousy waits for the perfect moment to strike. But for those who rule this world, loyalty is everything-and once they choose their partner, nothing and no one can come between them. Three couples. Three love stories. One unbreakable bond. Book 1: Breaking the Spotlight She was Hollywood's untouchable queen. He was the king of media. Together, they were a storm waiting to happen. A scandal forces [Heroine], the most sought-after actress in the world, into a fake engagement with [Hero], a ruthless billionaire media mogul. Their history is filled with heartbreak, secrets, and the kind of passion that never fades. When the world-and their enemies-conspire to tear them apart, they must decide: will they fight for love, or will the spotlight destroy them? In a world where trust is currency and betrayal is a headline, can two power players find their way back to each other? Book 2: Burning the Spotlight She was the voice of a generation. He was the man who controlled the digital empire behind the scenes. But love doesn't come without a price. [Heroine], a fearless award-winning pop star, has spent years guarding her heart. [Hero], a billionaire tech mogul, built an empire by staying one step ahead of everyone-except her. When a scandal forces them into the spotlight together, their attraction becomes undeniable. But old wounds and dangerous threats from the past refuse to stay buried. In a world where fame and fortune come at a deadly cost, will their love survive the fire-or burn them both? Book 3: Owning the Spotlight She built a billion-dollar fashion empire. He built the careers of Hollywood's biggest stars. Once upon a time, they built a love that almost destroyed them. [Heroine], the world's most powerful fashion mogul, knows how to play the game-and how to win. [Hero], a brilliant but ruthless entertainment agent, knows every secret in the industry, including hers. When they are forced to work together, their explosive past threatens to unravel everything they built. But some love stories don't end-they just wait for the right moment to begin again. In a world where image is everything, will they risk it all for love, or will the past win? The battle for love has never been more ruthless. Welcome to Breaking the Spotlight.
Moonlight Run A Romantic Fated-Mates Comedy Introduction The Moon Goddess had to be joking. Alpha Celeste Rivers prided herself on being a strong, independent leader of the Silver Moon Pack. She'd spent years proving she didn't need a mate to run her pack. Especially not some overbearing, growling brute who thought he could boss her around. She had enough on her plate dealing with her elders, the constant rogue attacks, and a bet that she could outdrink any Alpha at the next summit. So when fate decided to drop Alpha Hunter Blackwood into her life, of all wolves, Celeste was ready to reject the bond on sight. The arrogant, too-handsome-for-his-own-good Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack was her biggest rival, and she'd rather chew her own tail than admit he was her fated mate. But the Moon Goddess wasn't one to be ignored. Now, thanks to a rogue threat that neither of them could fight alone, Celeste and Hunter are forced to work together. Their packs are already planning their wedding, and their wolves won't stop howling at each other. On top of that, their "definitely-not-dating" partnership keeps leading to ridiculous situations, like waking up in the same bed after a drunken dare or getting stuck in a cave overnight with only one blanket. The more they fight fate, the stronger the pull becomes. And with every battle, every prank, and every almost-kiss, Celeste and Hunter start to wonder if the Moon Goddess knew exactly what she was doing. Let the Moonlight Run begin.
A story about a young woman, Camilla Jones, who struggles to overcome a disasterous marriage of bretrayal, heartache, pain, tears, sorrow, physical, emotional, and mental abuse. Does she find love in the arms of another man? Will her heart be mended, or is she doomed to remain married to the man she thought was her forever lover? Steven Middleton - Husband. An article clerk for an accounting firm. Marries Camilla after only 6 months of courtship. Steven's drinking gets out of control, his late nights, habitual. Betraying his wife with multiple plus affairs, including her best friend and her cousin. He is also abusive in every aspect. Bradford Hemmingway- Heir and CEO of Hemmingway International. Broken hearted by a woman that just days before a few days before his wedding when his fiancé ran off with his best friend. He vows never to fall in love again. Will fate have it that way? Will he be destined to live the life of a single person? Will he find his forever wife? Will the two worlds of love and hate collide? Will the essence of Love actually Prevail? All this and more as we delve into the lives of Camilla Jones, Steven Middleton, and Bradford Hemmingway in the ever romantic tale of Love Prevails.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?