Kidnapped. Trapped. Owned. When Aria Calloway wakes up in a lavish, unfamiliar mansion, she quickly realizes the nightmare she's in. She has been taken-not by a stranger, but by Damien De Luca, the ruthless billionaire with a dark reputation and an even darker obsession. Damien has waited years for this moment. Aria is the daughter of the man who destroyed his family, and now she is his pawn in a game of revenge. He plans to break her, to make her beg-but the fire in her eyes challenges him in ways he never expected. Aria refuses to be a victim. Even as Damien forces her into his world of power and control, she fights him at every turn. But the longer she stays in his cage, the more she sees the cracks beneath his cold façade. His touch is possessive, his kisses desperate-as if she's the only thing keeping his demons at bay. Hatred turns into something forbidden. Desire becomes dangerous. When Aria uncovers a shocking betrayal-one that changes everything-she must decide: will she run, or will she become just as obsessed as he is? But Damien has never lost a game, and he's not about to start now. If she tries to leave, he will hunt her down. Because Aria Calloway belongs to him now. And he will never let her go.
The air smelled of rain and gasoline. Aria Romano gripped the worn leather of her notebook, her pulse steady despite the danger she was walking into. The dimly lit alley outside Club Inferno pulsed with the low thrum of music, a reminder of the underworld that thrived beneath the city's surface. This was Dante Moretti's domain-a kingdom built on blood, crime, and control. She had spent years hunting for a lead that would bring his empire crashing down. Tonight, she was closer than ever.
A source had promised her something big-a name, a file, evidence that could expose the Moretti family's darkest crimes. Aria had spent years following breadcrumbs, and now she was at the doorstep of the man responsible for destroying her family. Dante didn't know who she was. Not yet. But he would soon. She pulled up the hood of her jacket, stepping deeper into the alley where her informant had told her to meet. Milo, a former mafia courier who had fallen out of favor, had contacted her with urgent whispers. "They know," he had said over the phone. "I need to get out, and I need your help." Aria checked her watch. He was late. A bad sign. She turned to leave-too late. A rough hand clamped around her wrist. Before she could react, she was yanked into the shadows. A man loomed over her, the sharp scent of cigarettes and steel surrounding him. He wasn't Milo. He wasn't a desperate informant looking for a deal. He was a trap. Aria twisted, aiming a kick at his shin, but another set of hands caught her from behind. Her heart pounded as she fought, but it was over in seconds. A black SUV waited at the alley's mouth. She barely had time to register what was happening before she was shoved inside. Trapped. The Devil's Throne Aria's wrists burned against the tight leather straps binding her hands. She blinked as her vision adjusted to the dim glow of golden chandeliers. Where am I? It took a moment to realize-she was in his house. The infamous Moretti estate-a fortress of wealth and power, where no one entered unless they belonged to him. Her breath came fast as she fought down the rising panic. No one knew she was here. No one would come looking. A voice cut through the silence. Deep. Lethal. Intrigued. "You've been watching me, little journalist." Aria stiffened as Dante Moretti stepped into view. She had seen his photos, watched his movements from the shadows. But nothing had prepared her for the real thing. He was tall, dressed in a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing tattoos that marked his lineage-a king's insignia written in blood and ink. Sharp jaw. Piercing eyes. A predator's grace. Aria swallowed the rising hatred in her throat. She wouldn't let him see fear. "Let me go," she said, her voice steady. Dante smirked. "You walked into my world thinking you could leave on your own terms?" He leaned against the desk, his fingers brushing over a glass of whiskey. "Tell me, Aria... What exactly were you hoping to find?" She didn't flinch at the way he said her name. "I was doing my job." He chuckled, dark and amused. "Your job is to lie, twist stories, dig into things that don't concern you." His gaze turned sharp. "But this isn't just about journalism, is it?" Her pulse pounded. He knew. He didn't have the full story yet, but he suspected. Dante moved closer, his presence suffocating. "Tell me, Aria... what are you really after?" She met his gaze head-on. Challenge for challenge. Fire for fire. "The truth." His smirk faded. "Truth is dangerous in my world." "That's why people like me exist," she shot back. Dante studied her for a long moment. Then he leaned in, so close that she caught the faint scent of his cologne-wood, spice, and danger. "You want the truth?" His voice was low, almost gentle. "Then you'll stay until you find it." Aria's stomach dropped. Dante Moretti had just bound her to his world. And she had no way out. Memories of Blood Aria had always known this day would come. For years, she had traced the ghosts of her past, searching for the truth about her family. She had been six years old when it happened. The night her world burned. She remembered hiding in a closet, her mother's last whispered words in her ear: Don't make a sound, my love. No matter what you hear. Gunfire. Screams. The smell of smoke. Then silence. When she crawled out, there was nothing left. No family. No home. Only ashes. A stranger had found her. Luca, a former ally of her father, had taken her in, raised her under a new name, protected her. But protection wasn't enough. She needed revenge. And that meant destroying Dante Moretti. But now, he had her. And she had no idea how she was going to survive it. The Game Begins Dante sat in his leather chair, watching her with a mix of amusement and something darker. Aria refused to be the first to break the silence. Finally, he sighed. "You're going to be a problem, aren't you?" She lifted her chin. "I plan to be." A slow smirk curled his lips. "Good." He stood, walking toward her, his movements lazy but calculated. "You have two choices, little journalist." His voice was soft, deadly. "You can lie to me. Pretend you were just another reporter looking for a headline." He crouched down in front of her, his fingers brushing the stray hair from her face. "Or... you can tell me why you really came after me." Her heart pounded. He was toying with her, enjoying this, but he wasn't giving her an out. And Aria knew the truth-Dante Moretti never let go of what belonged to him. For the first time since she started this hunt, doubt crept into her mind.
Billionaire Damian Lancaster has everything including wealth, power, and a reputation that commands respect. But beneath his cold exterior lies a vow he made long ago, one that has dictated every decision, every calculated move. Love was never part of the plan. When Elena Carter re-enters his life, she threatens to unravel everything. Once the woman he let slip away, she's now stronger, more determined and hiding secrets of her own. Drawn into Damian's world of luxury and deception, she soon discovers that his vow isn't just a promise it's a curse that could destroy them both. As passion ignites and old wounds resurface, Damian must decide: will he honor the vow that has defined him, or risk everything for the one woman he swore to forget?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
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.