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In his previous life, Levi was hired by governments when they needed someone erased. Now he's waking up as Levi Quinn, the "defective" omega his family threw away, in the bed of Noah Sterling, a Type B Alpha the world calls a monster. The Alpha thinks they're fated mates. Levi is counting exit routes. Noah brings him breakfast every morning. Levi memorizes the security codes. Noah handles his schedule, his life, calls it protection. Levi calls it suffocation. So, Levi builds leverage. A music career Noah's money can't buy. A public image Noah's influence can't control. Proving that the "useless" omega the Quinn family discarded can stand on his own. But there's a problem. His new family is watching his rise. His brother Silas, the golden child, the perfect omega, the one who took everything, is also watching. And every victory Levi claims is a knife twisted in the hearts of the people who threw him away. But... It gets complicated when the man you're planning to leave starts looking less like a captor and more like someone who's just as trapped as you are. Tags: #Smut #FaceSlapping #SlowBurnPowerReversal #Mpreg #Showbiz #TragicWetCatGong #MisunderstoodML #SoftDarkRomance #NonTraditionalABO]

[Mature Content || Dark Romance || Drama.] What would you do if your husband comes home with a new daughter and your abusive half-sister as his mistress? That is exactly what happens to Claudia Hoffman. She once believes her life with Miles and their daughter, Aurora, is a romance straight out of a novel. Until the night he walks through the door with Clarissa, her half-sister, and the child they share. They push Claudia aside, dismissing her outrage as madness. Then comes the ultimate betrayal: they frame her for attempted murder on that fateful night. Desperate to clear her name and protect her comatose daughter, Claudia is forced to seek help from the psychiatrist assigned to her case—her devil of an ex, Ray Gatlin, the man she left on bitter terms. Ray is cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, a certified sociopath with immense wealth, influence, and a decade-old grudge against the woman who once humiliated him. He agrees to help her, but only if she signs a “pet contract” that binds her to him, granting the devil complete control, even over her own body. With no other choice, Claudia signs that insane contract . Now trapped in a dangerous bargain with the man she once loved, she must navigate a twisted game of revenge, obsession, and lingering desire. But as old emotions resurface and buried truths unravel, she discovers something far more terrifying: Ray may have had a hand in her downfall. Can she thaw the heart of a devil and prove her innocence,
Or will she lose herself to the contract she signs? * Commissioned cover art by @durudara Follow and contact me on Instagram: @foreverpupa *

She has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** He didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl.

Natalia is thrown into the furnace of a war she did not choose. With a single decision from her father, Jonathan, the ambition of the eighteen-year-old girl is shattered, transforming into an eternal shackle. It is not merely a marriage, but a deed of ownership to ensure the empire remains within the family boundaries, under the protection of the man whose very existence she loathes: Cedric. A wedding without lights... and a wife in the shadows. Because she has not surpassed the legal age of the elite, and because the scandal might shake the family walls, Natalia is sentenced to be a "secret wife." A marriage imprisoned within the palace walls, forbidden from circulation in the corridors of velvet society. Natalia finds herself forced to live in her uncle Stuart’s house, where she is obliged to share oxygen and space in one room with Cedric; the man who sees in this marriage an insult to his pride and an assassination of his freedom. Behind that locked door, the official masks fall, and the fires of hatred ignite. Cedric... the cruel executioner. Cedric will not settle for silent rejection; instead, he will turn Natalia's days into an organized "hell." Every look is a stab, every word is a spark, and every night they spend in that ill-fated room is a new round of psychological torture.

One crazy night in Vegas. One blurry chapel. One marriage certificate neither of them remembers signing. Elara Kane wakes up married to Damian Voss — the same ruthless CEO who just bought out her company and left her jobless. He wants an annulment yesterday. She wants to strangle him. But two pink lines on a test stick change everything. Now the ice-cold billionaire has a wife he can’t divorce and a baby on the way he never asked for. What starts as a fake marriage to save face turns into something dangerous: Damian can’t keep his hands off her. Every night he claims her, fills her, whispers “mine” like it’s the only word he knows. Elara fights it — she swore she’d never need a man — but every time he’s deep inside her, every time he looks at her belly like it’s his whole world, her heart cracks a little more. Scandal hits hard. The press calls her a gold-digger. The board wants him to choose: empire or family. Old enemies smell blood. And Elara has to decide if the man who ruined her life is worth risking her heart — and her future — all over again. A steamy, addictive ride of accidental vows, surprise pregnancy, and a CEO who’ll burn his world down to keep what’s his.

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** Excerpt: "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

"Sign the paper, Maya. It’s the most money a girl like you will ever see." Maya thought old Mr. Sterling was just the kindest regular at her diner—a man who liked his coffee black and his eggs over-easy. She didn’t know he was the patriarch of a billion-dollar empire. And she certainly didn't know that his final wish was for his ruthless, ice-veined son, Reid Sterling, to marry her. To Reid, Maya is a calculating grifter who "charmed" a dying old man into a payday. To Maya, Reid is a silver-spooned prick who wouldn't know a hard day's work if it hit him in his custom-tailored chest. The Deal: One year of marriage. Five million dollars. No touching. No feelings. But as Maya is pulled into a world of vultures in silk suits, she realizes the Sterling family secrets are deadlier than the debt she’s trying to escape. And Reid? He’s beginning to realize that the "gold-digger" he hates is the only person who actually sees the man behind the money. "You’re just a clause in a contract, Maya. Don't forget that." "Trust me, Reid. For five million dollars, I can forget you even exist."

The Sovereign’s Shackle Kaelen Thorne, the ruthless Alpha CEO of Thorne Industries, has been forced into a marriage of restitution with Julian St. Claire, the last heir of a family the Thornes systematically destroyed. To Kaelen, Julian is a biological debt to be paid—a "trash" Omega he intends to ignore, humiliate, and eventually discard. To Julian, Kaelen is the face of the monster that stole his life, but he refuses to be the submissive victim the Thorne family expects. After a wedding that felt like a funeral, Kaelen immediately began a campaign of psychological warfare, bringing a mistress into his executive suite to flaunt his indifference. But Julian didn't break; he stood his ground with a lethal, golden defiance that left Kaelen rattled and reaching for the Scotch. Now, the "happy couple" must face their first public appearance—a high-society gallery opening where the eyes of the elite are waiting to see if the Thorne-St. Claire union is a masterpiece or a disaster.

She is a mess, burdened by a broken heart from an abusive relationship and haunted by nightmares stemming from her guilt over surviving an accident that took her mother’s life and left her sister in a coma. That is, until she meets him. Andriana finds comfort in his warmth, but Karlye is a mysterious man with secrets and enemies lurking in the shadows. Her feelings for him are complicated by her insecurities and their differences in social status. When he discovers her pregnancy, he vows never to let her go, revealing the darkness within him. Will she hold on for the sake of their baby, or will she choose to leave?

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

Her father’s debts sold her future. Alina Rossi never imagined she would be forced into marriage to save her family’s collapsing empire. Lucien Moretti is ruthless, untouchable, and feared in both business and the underworld. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control. To him, she is a contract. An investment. A possession. But Alina refuses to be owned. What begins as a cold business arrangement soon turns into a dangerous game of power, obsession, and desire. And when the ruthless billionaire starts breaking his own rules… Who will fall first?

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

Meherin Rahman’s world is collapsing—her father’s company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and time is running out. The only lifeline? Ryan Khan, the city’s cold, ruthless CEO, who offers salvation… for a price. A six-month marriage contract. A life in his luxurious, perilous world. Secrets, danger, and enemies lurking in the shadows. And a man whose icy eyes hide a dark obsession. In a game where power rules, love is a weapon, and every choice could cost her heart—or her life—Meherin must survive the ultimate contract. Will she surrender to desire, or will danger claim everything she holds dear?

When my grandmother’s dying wish meets his father’s desperate PR stunt, we ended up signing a marriage contract. Two people, one house, and three rules: no touching, mind your own business, and absolutely no scandals. Theodore Callaghan is a notorious womanizer with a reputation that could ruin his father’s career. I, Dianna Beaumont, is a calm, unbothered heiress who couldn’t care less about his antics. For months, our arrangement stays perfectly… controlled. Until another man appears, and suddenly, Theo can’t stop watching me, touching me, even craving me in ways that make my pulse race. And when his jealousy explodes… it leaves me helpless, wanting, and pregnant.

Olivia Chen needed money. Adrian Kess needed a wife. Three years. A contract. No feelings. It sounded simple when her family's business collapsed and Adrian Kess, the ruthless billionaire who'd crushed her father's dreams years ago, offered a solution: marry him, play his wife at galas and business functions, and walk away with enough money to save everything she loved. She didn't plan to fall in love with him. Adrian was supposed to be heartless. Cold. Someone she could hate while pocketing his money. But three years of sleeping in separate rooms didn't stop her from noticing how he checked on her, how his stone face cracked when she smiled, how he protected her from the cruelty of his world with a fierceness that terrified her. She learned his silences meant more than words. She learned he was lonely in the exact same way she was. When their contract was almost complete, Olivia dared to hope he might feel something real for her too. Then Adrian was spotted out with Victoria Ashford, his beautiful, powerful childhood best friend. Laughing together. Touching. The way he never touched Olivia, not outside the carefully arranged photo ops. The contract was ending anyway. She had no claim on him. No right to feel shattered. But Adrian had made a deal to protect Olivia's heart. He just didn't know it was already his to break. What happens when a contract expires and the lines between fake and real blur beyond recognition?

NEW. MASS UPDATE check out my other novels too!! *** Everyone thought Grant was a broke, useless son-in-law living off his wife’s family. They mocked him. Humiliated him. Treated him like trash. But they were wrong. Behind that quiet smile is a man with unimaginable power… the wealthy young master of the prominent Morgan family. Grant was never the leech they thought he was. He was simply repaying a debt to Daisy’s father—three years of marriage and silent protection. Yet the James family never saw his worth and instead made his life unbearable in every possible way. Daisy James never loved her husband. She pitied him at best… until she started to see the man behind the mask. The way he protected her when no one else would. The quiet strength in his eyes. The secrets he carried alone. Now Daisy’s heart is betraying her. She’s falling for the man everyone calls useless, only to discover he’s the most dangerous man of all. During his time in the James family, Grant uncovers a buried secret tied to his past, one that could destroy everything he’s vowed to protect. And when Grant’s true identity is revealed, Daisy will have to decide: stand by the man she’s only just begun to love… or watch the James family’s darkest secrets consume them both.

"Sign here, Princess. Make this marriage real on paper so we can both keep lying to the world." Twenty-four hours ago, Prince Kai of Frost Vale was preparing for war. Then his sister Princess Elena vanished without a trace, and the peace treaty between two kingdoms collapsed. The only way to prevent bloodshed? Kai must become Elena. Wear her dresses. Smile her gentle smile. Marry the Crown Prince of Sun Crest and play the perfect princess until they find her. It should be simple. Kai is a trained soldier, an Alpha who has survived battlefields. Pretending to be a delicate princess for a few months is just another mission. Except Crown Prince Liam is nothing like Kai expected. Cold. Distant. Hiding something behind those calculating eyes. And on their wedding night, when Liam's scent betrays the truth, Kai realizes the biggest secret in Sun Crest: the Crown Prince is not an Alpha. He is an Omega. A secret that would destroy him if anyone discovered it. Two people. Two lies. One marriage contract with impossible terms: never reveal the truth, never fall in love, never let anyone see who you really are. But living as husband and wife means shared spaces and whispered conversations in the dark. It means Kai learning that the "weak" Omega prince is the strongest person he has ever met. It means Liam discovering that his "fragile" princess bride has the heart of a warrior. When political enemies close in, when the mystery of Elena's disappearance leads to a conspiracy that threatens both kingdoms, when their carefully built lies begin to crumble, Kai and Liam face an impossible choice. Keep their secrets and lose each other? Or risk everything for a love that was never supposed to exist? Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are written in heartbeats and signed in stolen kisses. And the most binding ones? Those are the contracts we never agreed to at all.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."