In the dark underbelly of Philadelphia, two opposing crime families-the Morgans and the Rinaldis-have maintained a tenuous peace. However, when a merciless Japanese gang executes the killings of their leaders to instigate turmoil, the equilibrium of power breaks, sending the city into a lethal battle of trickery, treachery, and vengeance. Sierra Morgan, the unacknowledged and overlooked daughter of the Morgan clan, is plunged into a perilous task: wed Dominic Rinaldi, the icy and strategic new Don of Il Condottiero, and deceive him for the sake of her vengeful half-siblings. It's a task she cannot decline, but as Sierra enters the foe's lair, she realizes that Dominic is not the cold-hearted villain she thought he was. Underneath his harsh facade exists a man marked by grief, allegiance, and hidden truths. As their arranged marriage develops into an unforeseen situation, Sierra feels conflicted between her allegiance to her family and the increasing emotions she harbors for the man she was meant to ruin. But betrayal runs deep on both sides, and when shocking truths emerge-including a secret child, forbidden affairs, and an insidious mole within the Rinaldi clan-Sierra realizes the true enemy may not be who she thought. With bloodshed escalating and time running out, Sierra must make an impossible choice: protect the man she loves or betray him to save herself. Can love survive in a world where loyalty is bought with blood, and betrayal is just another business transaction? A story of forbidden love, power struggles, and shocking twists, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
"Harder! Harder!! Please go harder!!!" The clapping sound of flesh on flesh could be heard accompanying the aforementioned screams of pleasure which were coming from Sierra's bedroom. "Right there!! That's the spot, Hmm.." she moaned. She couldn't contain her scream, as she was being bent over her reading table which had a mirror on the wall by it, and so, as her insides were getting pounded by the organ of the hot, white hunk who was standing behind and drilling her, she could only view the action from a third person perspective through the mirror.
"Ohh God!!!!" She screamed a few moments later, as she arrived at the peak of the sexual activity. This yelp was followed by uncontrollable, spasmodic vibrations in her body, and for a moment, it looked as though she was having a convulsion: She went pink, the blacks of her eyes disappeared, leaving only the eerie whites, and all her veins were super visible and looking as though they would pop out of her skin, and her mouth was wide open, like a fish fresh out of water and struggling to survive. "Your payment is on the table, take it as you leave", she said weakly to the man as he got dressed and prepared to leave. She was now sitting on her bed, stark naked, her red hair looking ragged and disheveled, and she, as drained as drained could be. The noise of heels tapping on the marble surface resonated in the vacant penthouse. Sierra Morgan rested her weight on her bed as she stared through her floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of wine sitting loosely on her bedside desk. The lights of the city beneath became a blur in her sight. Or perhaps it was the crying. She glanced back at the noise of rustling behind her as the man responded. "Okay, thanks.." He acknowledged without even looking at her, more intent on getting his clothes on, his pay in his pocket, and his feet out of there. He was twisted into a very tight position while trying to lace up his shoes, and it surprised her how he didn't even look fatigued or spent. He probably did this a lot. As Sierra watched him, she began to get some crazy ideas in her head, and although she knew that what she was about to say was hardly sensible, she couldn't help herself. "Could we...you know meet sometime?" Sierra suggested quietly, as though there was someone else in the room she didn't want to hear it. He turned then, his expression devoid of the charm that had lured her in earlier that evening. His eyes-cold, calculating-swept over her as though she were just another piece of expensive furniture in the room. "Next time," he said, his voice low and biting, "don't call me. Don't call anyone." Sierra's grip on her duvet tightened. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "This whole thing. The Sex, the desperation, heck you even offered to pay me more to go to dinner with you every weekend. It's pathetic." He gestured toward her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You. The money. The desperation. It's all just... sad." Her breath halted in her throat. "You... you didn't appear to find it pathetic when I presented you that bundle of money." "Sure, but," he said with a shrug, taking his jacket from the chair, "cash is cash. Doesn't mean I must show respect to the person giving it to me." Sierra attempted to speak, but no sounds emerged. She watched him put on his jacket and head towards the door. "Don't waste your time calling me again," he remarked over his shoulder, his tone conclusive. "Make sure you lock the doors behind you." The door banged closed before she managed to speak. Sierra stayed silent for what felt like hours. The glass of wine stayed untouched, teetering on the edge of the table. Her hands trembled while she recalled his words in her thoughts. Just then a call came in. Sierra in a scurry rushed towards the phone and picked up hoping it was the guy she just had a one-night stand with coming back to apologize. "Hello!". There was a long silence on the phone, followed by an eerie slow breathing. "Hello? Who is this?" Sierra asked now convinced that this was not the guy. There was a pause on the other side for an instant before a deep, warped voice spoke. "Miss Morgan?" Her stomach twisted. "Who is this?" "Doesn't matter," the voice replied. "You need to come with us." Her blood ran cold. "Come with you? What are you talking about? Who-" The line went dead. She looked at the phone, her heart racing in her chest. She rose, her feet gently brushing the floor as she approached the door to inspect the lock. Just as she was about to arrive, the lights in the penthouse blinked and went out, shrouding the space in shadows. "Hello?" Her voice trembled. "Who is it?" The noise of breaking glass windows startled her. She turned quickly, her gaze flicking to where the sound came from. Shadows flickered on the walls as shapes approached her. "Stay away!" she yelled, snatching the closest item-a decorative vase-off the table. Her hands trembled as she lifted it protectively. "Miss Morgan," one of the masked figures remarked, his tone composed, nearly teasing. "Don't complicate this more than necessary." "Leave my home!" she shouted, hurling the vase. It broke apart upon hitting the wall, failing to reach its aim. The man let out a sigh. "Wrong answer." Before she had a chance to respond, another figure emerged from behind her, robust arms encircling her waist and securing her arms firmly against her body. She flailed and yelled, but it was futile. A fabric was pressed onto her face, causing the surroundings to start to fade. Without fear of contradicting anything, Sierra moved and sensed movement close by. Her head hurt, her wrists seemed to ache at the joints, and she could taste iron in her mouth. She blinked, swung her head around trying to take in the event, and found as much as possible that it was dark. The atmosphere was dense and weighed down by the scent of leather and gasoline. All at once, a wave of terror swept through her as she understood she was confined in the car's trunk. "Help!" she shouted, pounding on the walls of the trunk. "Please let me out!" None of her muted calls received any response. The car hit a bump, and she hit her head on the side. She flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks as fear conquered her. Sierra woke up feeling motion. Her head throbbed, her wrists hurt, and she could taste metal in her mouth. Blink. Try to understand her environment, but all she could perceive was darkness. The atmosphere was when tense, and thick with the smell of gasoline and leather. "Hello?" she choked hoarsely, her voice cracking. "Where... where are you taking me?" "Be quiet," one of the men retorted. They brought her into a softly lit room and carelessly placed her in a chair. Her arms were swiftly bound, the coarse rope digging into her flesh. She blinked, attempting to concentrate on the shapes before her. Two men, almost indistinguishable, with defined features and piercing gazes, looked down at her. Their likeness was extraordinary-twins. "Who... who are you guys? What do you want?" she murmured. The man on the left smirked. "Hunter," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. He nodded toward the other man. "And that's Ryder. We're your brothers." Her heart skipped a beat. "What? No... I don't have brothers." Hunter chuckled, leaning closer. "Oh, but you do, Sierra. Daddy dearest didn't tell you, huh? Figures." She shook her head, trying to make sense of his words. "My father... he's dead." "Yeah," Hunter said, his smirk fading. "We know. That's why you're here." Sierra's breath hitched. "What do you mean?" Ryder, who had remained silent until now, crossed his arms and spoke. "Arthur Morgan. Your father. He had a habit of spreading his wealth... and his seed. You're one of many, sweetheart." "That's not true," she said, her voice shaking. "My mother... she told me-" "She lied," Hunter interrupted, his tone sharp. "She wanted you to believe you were special. That the money came from some magical trust fund. But the truth is, Daddy paid for your life. Every last penny." Sierra's stomach churned. "Why... why are you telling me this now?" "Because," Hunter said, his smirk returning, "the free ride is over. Daddy's dead. And now, it's time for you to earn your keep." She stared at him, horrified. "What are you talking about?" Ryder stepped forward, his expression cold. "We need you to do something for the family." Sierra shook her head. "No. I don't owe you anything." Hunter's grin became malicious. "Oh, but you actually do. You have been relying on your father's money for years. It is time to return the favor." Tears flowed down her cheeks. Hunter leaned in close, his face inches from hers. "You're going to marry Dominic Rinaldi." Her heart stopped. "What?" "You heard me," he said, his voice icy. "Dominic killed our father. And you... you're going to help us destroy him." Sierra's head spun. "I can't... I won't-" "You don't have a choice," Hunter snapped, his voice filled with venom. "You either do this, or you lose everything. Your money, your home... your life." She sobbed, shaking her head. "Please... don't do this." Hunter straightened, his expression cold. "Stop crying. You're a Morgan. Start acting like it." Sierra's tears streamed down more intensely, yet she could tell in his gaze that he was indifferent. The life she was familiar with had come to an end.
Johnny Lance was once an ordinary man with an extraordinary sense of responsibility. Growing up in the suburbs of New Veritas, he became the protector and provider for his younger sister, Claire, after their parents' tragic death. Despite the hardships, Johnny built a modest life with his wife, Elena, and their young daughter, Lily. His dreams were simple: to give his family a better future. But the cracks in his life began to show when he risked everything to start a business with his charismatic best friend, Marcus Blackwood. What began as a partnership built on trust and ambition turned into betrayal. Marcus and Elena's affair destroyed Johnny's marriage, and Marcus's ruthless business tactics forced Johnny out of his own company. Left with nothing-no family, no fortune, and no purpose-Johnny spiraled into despair. He moved into a dingy apartment on the outskirts of New Veritas, drowning in bitterness and regret. His longing to be reunited with his daughter, Lily, was the only light in his dark world. One night, in a drunken and reckless state, Johnny attempted to drive to see Lily, but a devastating car accident left him bleeding out on the brink of death. In his final moments, a mysterious message appeared in his mind: *"The Seven Deadly Sins System of Wealth has chosen you. Do you accept?"* Desperate for any semblance of hope or power, Johnny accepted. The system granted him his first ability: **Greed**, the power to see and manipulate opportunities for personal gain. With this newfound ability, Johnny rose from the ashes of his former life, using the system's powers to amass unimaginable wealth and influence. His first act of "Greed" involved manipulating a failing stock, turning himself into a millionaire overnight.
In a tale of revenge, rebirth, and romance, Ashlyn Knight rises from the ashes of public humiliation to become one of the most powerful figures in the business world. After being betrayed at her wedding by her fiancé Christopher White and his mistress Penelope, Ashlyn transforms through a strategic marriage to mysterious billionaire Richard Walker, who shares a connection to her past life as a military commander named Hannah. Ashlyn methodically dismantles the White and Knight families' empires, revealing dark secrets including Penelope's involvement in her mother's death and Christopher's illegitimate status. Her revenge plot takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she's actually Steven White's granddaughter through his illegitimate daughter, giving her a legitimate claim to both family empires. Richard, initially a partner in her revenge scheme, proves to be more than just an ally. Their marriage of convenience evolves into a powerful love story as they discover their shared past lives - he was a fellow commander who failed to protect Hannah in their previous existence and has spent this life making amends. The story climaxes at the International Business Summit, where Christopher's desperate attempt to destroy the couple backfires spectacularly. Multiple confrontations lead to Penelope's arrest, Christopher's imprisonment, and the public recognition of Ashlyn's birthright. In a dramatic moment, Richard renews their vows, transforming their tactical alliance into a declaration of true love. The narrative concludes with Ashlyn and Richard's unified empire becoming a model of ethical business leadership. They establish a foundation in her mother's name, helping others who face similar injustices. Their story becomes legendary in both business and social circles, proving that the sweetest revenge isn't just in destroying enemies, but in building something greater from the ashes of trauma while finding true love along the way.
In *Covenants of Chaos*, **Lucas Kane** is a young man fighting to survive in a world that seems determined to crush him. Overwhelmed by debt, working long hours at a dead-end delivery job, and caring for his ailing mother, Evelyn, Lucas' life takes a dark and unexpected turn when he is hit by a speeding car. The accident should have killed him, but instead, it awakens something extraordinary within him: a **Covenant**, a supernatural ability that allows him to see glimpses of the future. --- The Awakening Lucas discovers that his newfound power isn't just a blessing-it's a curse. The visions of the future are disorienting and painful, and they come with no instruction manual. Worse, his awakening doesn't go unnoticed. The Moretti crime family, to whom Lucas' family owes a large debt, takes a sudden interest in him. **Silas Moretti**, the ruthless mafia don, sees Lucas as a valuable asset in his quest for power and control. To bind Lucas to him, Silas forces Lucas into a marriage with his daughter, **Aria Moretti**, promising that this union will erase the Kane family's debt. --- The Marriage of Convenience Lucas and Aria's relationship begins with hostility and mistrust. Lucas views Aria as a privileged, untouchable mafia princess, while Aria sees Lucas as weak and desperate. However, as Lucas is dragged deeper into the Moretti family's world of crime, betrayal, and violence, he begins to see that Aria is just as much a victim of her father's ambition as he is. She despises her father's empire and dreams of escaping his control. Their shared desire for freedom becomes the foundation for an unlikely partnership.
In a distant future, society on the New Terra is sharply divided by wealth and power. Alec Carter, a determine young man from the slums, dream of escaping his life of poverty and ridicule. His chance comes unexpectedly when he cross path with Eleanor Drake, a wealthy and influential woman. Desperate for a change, Alex agrees to marry her out of convenience and desperation to save his sick mother. Whose bills Eleanor promise to take care of as well as his education bills. However Alex will soon learn that the life of the rich and the wealthy comes with it own perils.
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"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."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."