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Yo era la posesión más preciada de mi padre, protegida y obediente. Pero cuando me prometió a Viktor Sokolov—un hombre quince años mayor que yo, tan temido como respetado—mi vida se convirtió en una apuesta oscura. Viktor era despiadado, un ejecutor frío con una historia empapada de sangre y traición. Sus ojos ardían con un tormento no dicho, y su toque era tanto una promesa de dolor como de placer. Me vi lanzada a un matrimonio que me ató no solo a un hombre, sino a un mundo donde la confianza era escasa y la supervivencia exigía seguir reglas brutales. Dijo que yo era suya, ...

🔥 OWNED BY THE CARTEL 🔥 I knew the knock at the door was a warning. I didn’t expect it to be a sentence. They came in the dead of night. Not for money. Not for retribution. For me. Valentín Montoya—the name that rules Buenos Aires like a whispered prayer and a curse. A man who doesn’t negotiate. Doesn’t forgive. And now, he owns me. My husband’s debt should have died with him, but Montoya doesn’t believe in loose ends. So I was dragged into his world, my daughter cradled in my arms, with no chance of escape. I was meant to be a prisoner. A lesson. A possession. But he ...

They say sin finds you when your soul is pure. I was raised to pray, to obey, to stay untouched. Twenty years in Catholic skirts and whispered Hail Marys— Never kissed. Never defiled. Never meant to cross paths with a devil in a tailored suit. But the night Vieri Tavano walked into my café, drenched in blood and silence, my world shattered. He took me. Not for love. Not for lust. As collateral. He swore he wouldn’t touch me… Not unless I begged him to. And God help me, I’m starting to. He’s cold, cruel, carved from shadows—and yet, I see something in his eyes. Pain. Guilt. A ...

I was my father’s prized possession, sheltered and obedient. But when he promised me to Viktor Sokolov—a man fifteen years my senior and as feared as he was respected—my life became a dark gamble. Viktor was ruthless, a cold enforcer with a history drenched in blood and betrayal. His eyes burned with unspoken torment, and his touch was both a promise of pain and pleasure. I was thrust into a marriage that bound me not just to a man but to a world where trust was scarce, and survival meant playing by brutal rules. He said I was his, that there was no escape. I fought him at every turn,...

I was never meant to stay hidden for long. They called it escape, but it was just another cage—one I built around myself, thinking I could outrun the past. I thought a new name and a new town would make me disappear. Then he found me. Cassian Wolfe is everything I’ve been running from—cold, dangerous, and untouchable. The kind of man who takes without asking, who controls with a look, who owns with a whisper. He says I belong to him now. That my freedom comes with a price. But he doesn’t break me. He doesn’t even try. He wears me down, slowly, like the storm outside his manor, ...

Seven years ago, I thought he was just a mistake. One night. One body. One secret I swore I’d never speak of again. Now I’m standing in his house. Not as a lover. As his maid. His spy. His enemy. Cristofano Bellarosa. Don of the D’Angelis Syndicate. The man who kills with silence. The man who doesn’t know he already owns a piece of me— My daughter’s blood. I should hate him. I do hate him. But hate doesn’t explain the way my pulse stumbles when he looks at me. Or why my skin still remembers the weight of his hands. Every lie I tell brings me closer to his secrets. Every night ...

A los diecinueve, el miedo no me era ajeno. Pero nada pudo prepararme para Ivan Romanov. Es el diablo envuelto en poder, el Pakhan de la Bratva Romanov—un hombre que podría destruirme con una sola mirada. Arrancada de mi mundo y arrojada al suyo, me convertí en su peón, su moneda de cambio en una guerra que mi hermano provocó. Ivan es despiadado, un hombre tallado en sombras y sangre, pero la tensión ardiente entre nosotros es imposible de ignorar. Me dice que soy su prisionera, que no significo nada… pero la forma en que me mira, la manera en que su toque se queda más de lo ...

They say fire cleanses. They never watched it steal the only person who ever mattered. Two years ago, I buried my sister in ash and screams—her life stolen by the same criminal empire I swore to dismantle. Now I’m back on Oʻahu, undercover, armed with ink, steel, and a name that’s not mine. Every tattoo I give brings me closer to the man who lit the match. Makoa Keahi. Ex-priest. Syndicate king. A legend carved in blood and ink with storm-gray eyes and a scar that cuts deeper than it looks. He’s everything I should hate. But the closer I get, the more I see the cracks in his empire...

❖ I saved a dying man. Now, I’m falling for the ghost who killed my past. ❖ He came to my door, bleeding and armed. He left me marked—body, soul, and heart. Cody Varela. Once a loyal soldier. Now a hunted traitor. They say he vanished from Port Hallow with blood on his hands and betrayal in his wake. I didn’t know that when I dragged him into my clinic. Didn’t know the fevered stranger I stitched back together was the man who shattered my world four years ago. I’m Sabina Moreau. Daughter of a cartel king I walked away from. Widow of a man taken in a massacre I never stopped ...

They dragged me from the stage and into a mansion built like a tomb. They say I’m legacy—blood inked in a pact older than love, older than mercy. And the man who holds me here? Severo Dantès. The Cartographer. He maps empires. He doesn’t flinch. He watches me like a threat he intends to consume. He says I’m safer locked inside his walls. But safety has never looked so much like sacrifice. Then Nico returns—my brother’s best friend. My almost. He offers escape. But I don’t want out. Not anymore. Because this isn’t a love story. It’s a blood ritual. La Legatura. ...

𝐈 was born to be a pawn in my father’s game. But he never expected the devil to claim me instead. They dressed me in silk and called it luxury. But gilded cages are still cages— and I was handed over like property… sold to a man who doesn't buy anything. He takes. Lorcan Vesper is everything I was raised to fear— ruthless, calculating, merciless. He says I belong to him now. That my father's debt has a price. And I’m it. He doesn't hurt me. Not in the way I expect. He invades my mind instead—studies my every move, controls without chains, commands without touching. And ...

🔥 CROWNED BY THE CARTEL 🔥 I was never meant to wear the crown. I was meant to plan the weddings, host the parties, and smile for the cameras. Not fight. Not kill. Not rule. But when my father was murdered, I learned the truth—fairy tales don’t exist in the cartel. And the only way to survive is to become something worse than the monsters hunting me. Diego Montiel—the brother I once loved—put a price on my head. Gabriel Sarmiento—the man I once feared—became my only chance at survival. He stole me away under the cover of night. Not for ransom. Not for mercy. For war. They ...

🔥 SUBASTADA AL CÁRTEL 🔥 Nací siendo hija del cártel. Marcada. Prometida. Una pieza más en el imperio despiadado de mi padre. Pasé mi vida esperando una salida. Pero cuando las paredes finalmente se cerraron, la libertad no llegó. Santino Corso sí lo hizo. El Carnicero de Buenos Aires. El hombre que me robó en plena noche. No para salvarme. No para liberarme. Sino para poseerme. Dice que le pertenezco. Que nunca estuve destinada a otro. Que me romperá antes de dejarme ir. Pero ya estoy harta de ser un peón en este mundo de reyes. Lo enfrentaré. Lo tentaré. Lo manipularé. Y...

🔥 AUCTIONED TO THE CARTEL 🔥 I was born a daughter of the cartel. Branded. Promised. A pawn in my father’s ruthless empire. I spent my life waiting for an escape. But when the walls finally closed in, freedom didn’t come. Santino Corso did. The Butcher of Buenos Aires. The man who stole me in the dead of night. Not to save me. Not to set me free. To own me. He tells me I belong to him. That I was never meant for another. That he’ll break me before he ever lets me go. But I’m done being a pawn in this world of kings. I’ll fight him. Tempt him. Manipulate him. And when the time...

Nací en un mundo de sangre y poder, un simple peón en un juego manejado por hombres despiadados. Pero nada podría haberme preparado para Stepan Belov. Él es el arma más letal de la Bratva; un fantasma en la oscuridad, un hombre sin pasado, sin debilidad. Inflexible. Indestructible. Un depredador que protege lo suyo con precisión mortal. Y ahora, yo le pertenezco. Tras un intento de asesinato, Stepan es asignado como mi guardaespaldas. Mi escudo. Mi sombra. Mi tormento. Frío. Implacable. Completamente intocable. Hasta la noche en que logro vislumbrar las grietas en su armadura. Las ...

Dicono che il peccato ti trovi quando l’anima è pura. Sono stata cresciuta per pregare, per obbedire, per rimanere intatta. Vent’anni con gonne cattoliche e Ave Maria sussurrate— Mai baciata. Mai profanata. Mai destinata a incrociare il cammino di un diavolo in un abito su misura. Ma la notte in cui Vieri Tavano è entrato nel mio caffè, inzuppato di sangue e silenzio, il mio mondo si è infranto. Mi ha presa. Non per amore. Non per desiderio. Come garanzia. Ha giurato che non mi avrebbe toccata… A meno che non lo implorassi. E che Dio mi aiuti, sto iniziando a farlo. È freddo, ...

🔥 CORONADA POR EL CÁRTEL 🔥 Nunca se suponía que yo llevara la corona. Se suponía que debía planear las bodas, organizar las fiestas y sonreír para las cámaras. No luchar. No matar. No gobernar. Pero cuando asesinaron a mi padre, descubrí la verdad: los cuentos de hadas no existen en el cártel. Y la única forma de sobrevivir es convertirse en algo peor que los monstruos que me persiguen. Diego Montiel —el hermano al que una vez amé— puso precio a mi cabeza. Gabriel Sarmiento —el hombre al que una vez temí— se convirtió en mi única esperanza de sobrevivir. Me robó ...

Dicono che l’ho scelto io. Prima del sangue, prima delle bugie. Prima che la memoria si riducesse in cenere. Ma quando mi sveglio senza passato, senza un nome di cui mi fidi, e con uno sconosciuto che afferma di essere mio marito— non provo amore. Sento le pareti che si chiudono su di me. Severin Accardi è un re di vetro e ferro. Freddo. Controllato. Intoccabile. Dice che mi proteggerà. Non dice da cosa. Lo chiamano matrimonio. Io lo chiamo gabbia. Ma più ricordi riaffiorano, meno so chi fossi davvero— l’ereditiera, l’arma, la traditrice. La donna che ha amato un mostro… o ...

🔥 BLOODBOUND TO THE CARTEL 🔥 I never wanted this life. Never wanted to be a cartel wife, a possession wrapped in gold and blood. But in this world, what I want doesn’t matter. They traded me like currency. A deal sealed in gunpowder and death. And now, I belong to Matías Castillo—the Beast of the Arias Cartel. Scarred. Ruthless. Unrelenting. He doesn’t ask for obedience. He takes it. He doesn’t demand loyalty. He owns it. And now, he says he owns me. But he doesn’t know my secrets. He doesn’t know that the child I carry isn’t his. And when he finds out, I’ll lose the ...

Volví para enterrar mi pasado. En cambio, caminé directo a los brazos de mi peor pesadilla. Malachim Vetrov. Implacable. Calculador. El Pakhan de la Bratva Vetrov—un nombre que se susurra como amenaza en los rincones más oscuros del submundo. El chico que alguna vez me atormentó se ha convertido en el hombre más poderoso de Moscú. Y ahora... Mi destino está en sus manos. Su oferta es simple: quedarme bajo su techo, cuidar de su hija y fingir que entre nosotros nunca ocurrió nada. Pero con Mal, nada es simple. Su mirada es una advertencia silenciosa, su presencia, una tormenta ...