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Sasha never imagined that a one-time encounter at a luxury gala would tie her fate to Ethan Viero-a dangerously attractive billionaire with secrets darker than his designer suits. As she gets drawn into his glamorous but treacherous world of fame, power, and hidden enemies, Sasha must decide whether to run from his shadow... or become the woman who can tame it.
The scent of expensive perfume and champagne clung to the air as Tessa Monroe stepped into the grand ballroom of the Viero estate. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above a sea of elegance-silk gowns, tuxedos, and faces veiled behind ornate masquerade masks. This was no ordinary gala. This was the billionaire's playground.
She adjusted the golden mask over her eyes, her fingers trembling slightly. This was her only chance to get close to Ethan Viero-the elusive billionaire with rumored mafia ties. Her editor wanted dirt. She wanted justice. But part of her wanted answers to a different question entirely: What kind of man hid behind such power?
A string quartet played something haunting as waiters glided through the room with trays of champagne. Tessa slipped a glass from one of them and scanned the crowd. Every person here had been vetted, wealthy, and powerful-she, on the other hand, had crashed the event with a forged invite and a wire beneath her dress.
She hadn't expected the opulence to shake her. But it did.
And then she saw him.
Tall. Broad. Dangerous in the way still water hides deep currents. The man in the black suit and obsidian mask didn't walk-he prowled. The air around him shifted. People moved out of his path, whispered behind crystal flutes.
And as if pulled by an invisible string, his gaze locked with hers.
Tessa's heart faltered. Her lips parted, breath caught somewhere between fear and fascination.
He moved toward her. Each step deliberate. Each second slow enough to stretch her nerves thin. She knew who he was before he even spoke. There was no mistaking him.
"You're not on the guest list," he said when he reached her, his voice low, smooth, and entirely too close.
Tessa raised an eyebrow behind her mask. "Neither are you. Ethan Viero doesn't usually make appearances."
A flicker of amusement crossed his lips. "I do when someone interesting shows up."
"And what makes me interesting?"
"The way you look at everything like you're trying to remember it," he said, leaning closer. "Like you're writing it down in your head."
Shit.
She tilted her head, playing cool. "Maybe I just have a thing for architecture."
"Or maybe," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, "you're not here for the gala."
Tessa's breath hitched as his fingers grazed her skin.
This wasn't part of the plan.
He was supposed to be hard to reach, shrouded in secrecy, inaccessible. Instead, he was in front of her-tall, tempting, and far too intuitive. Her instincts screamed to walk away. But her body... her body leaned in.
"I could say the same about you," she said, lifting her glass to her lips. "Maybe we're both here for the wrong reasons."
His smirk deepened. "Or maybe we're exactly where we're meant to be."
He reached for her hand, guiding her effortlessly onto the dance floor as the music shifted to a slow, sensual waltz. His touch was confident, warm, but restrained-like a man used to controlling everything, including himself.
"You dance?" he asked.
"I fake it well."
His eyes gleamed behind the mask. "Good. I like liars. They're more interesting."
And as he pulled her closer, hand firm at her waist, Tessa realized one terrifying truth:
She might've come here hunting a story...
But she was the one being hunted now.
In a world where love can bend fate and magic is bound to emotion, Elira-a grief-stricken enchantress-roams the ruins of her past, searching for the soul of the man she lost to war. But when she finds his spirit bound to a cursed moonflower, she must choose between breaking the curse or letting go forever. A story of eternal love, sorrow, and the price of memory.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
"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?
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..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.