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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 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, ...

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 ...

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 ...

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...

They bound me to him with blood. Before I even knew what love was. I was ten when the ritual sealed us. A sacred vow. A whispered command. Protect her as shadow, as blade, as brother. But they didn’t ask me if I could survive her loss. Now she’s gone—my vow buried with her. And in her place stands the girl who shares her blood. The one I was never meant to want. The one they hunted through fire and silence and blood-soaked marble floors. Elaria Fontanesi walks into my world broken. A daughter of betrayal. A girl forged in grief. She doesn’t know who I am. Or what I did to protect ...

At nineteen, I was no stranger to fear. But nothing could prepare me for Ivan Romanov. He’s the devil cloaked in power, the Pakhan of the Romanov Bratva—a man who could destroy me with a glance. Taken from my world and thrust into his, I became his pawn, his leverage in a war my brother ignited. Ivan is merciless, a man carved from shadows and blood, yet the crackling tension between us is impossible to deny. He tells me I’m his captive, that I mean nothing, but the way he watches me, the way his touch lingers, speaks of a dangerous obsession neither of us can control. The deeper ...

Dmitri They slaughtered my family before my eyes. I was a powerless boy, forced to watch. For years, I’ve meticulously plotted to make Sergei Marakov pay. But when I capture his daughter Valentina, I’m overwhelmed by my reawakened feelings. She’s the light that beckons me from the darkness. How can I sacrifice the vengeance I’ve craved to spare the woman I fantasized about but was never meant to love? Valentina I was born into power and privilege, naive to my father’s criminal empire. Until the day I’m nearly killed and taken hostage by Dmitri, the boy from my past now twisted ...

🔥 POSEÍDA POR EL CARTEL 🔥 Sabía que ese golpe en la puerta era una advertencia. No esperaba que fuera una sentencia. Vinieron en plena noche. No por dinero. No por venganza. Vinieron por mí. Valentín Montoya—el nombre que gobierna Buenos Aires como una oración susurrada y una maldición. Un hombre que no negocia. No perdona. Y ahora, me posee. La deuda de mi esposo debió morir con él, pero Montoya no cree en los cabos sueltos. Así que fui arrastrada a su mundo, con mi hija en brazos, sin posibilidad de escape. Se suponía que yo sería una prisionera. Una lección. Una ...

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❖ I was never supposed to be his. Now, I wear his ring… and his name. ❖ Marcus Drake is a monster. A king forged in blood and ruthlessness, ruling over Port Hollow’s underworld with an iron fist. He doesn’t believe in love. He doesn’t believe in mercy. And he sure as hell doesn’t believe in saving people. But when the cartel marks me for death, Marcus doesn’t just save me—he claims me. A forced marriage. A deal inked in blood. A vow I never agreed to. Now, I’m trapped in his gilded cage, suffocated by his control, tormented by the way his touch sets my body on fire. He ...

I was born into a world of blood and power, a pawn in a game played by ruthless men. But nothing could have prepared me for Stepan Belov He is the Bratva’s deadliest weapon—a ghost in the dark, a man with no past, no weakness. Unyielding. Unbreakable. A predator who protects what’s his with lethal precision. And now, I belong to him. After an assassination attempt, Stepan is assigned as my bodyguard. My shield. My shadow. My torment. Cold. Merciless. Completely untouchable. Until the night I glimpse the cracks in his armor. The scars he hides. The fire in his eyes when another man ...

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, ...

I came back to bury my past. Instead, I walked straight into the arms of my worst nightmare. Malachim Vetrov. Ruthless. Calculated. The Pakhan of the Vetrov Bratva—a man whose name is a whispered threat in the underworld. The boy who once tormented me has become the most powerful man in Moscow, and now? He holds my fate in his hands. His offer is simple—stay under his roof, care for his daughter, and pretend the past between us never happened. But nothing with Mal is ever simple. His gaze is a silent warning, his presence a storm I can’t outrun. The man I hate is also the one I ...

Irina I was forged in the fires of tragedy, my family ripped away by Sergei's brutality. Now, I live for one purpose: vengeance. As a hardened mercenary, I've honed my body and mind into lethal weapons, all to bring down the man who shattered my world and took my brother. But when I'm paired with Alexei on this high-stakes mission, my carefully laid plans begin to unravel. His unwavering optimism and infuriating charm threaten to crack the icy shell I've built around my heart. How can I trust someone in this world of betrayal, especially when my growing feelings for him could jeopardize ...

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 ...

🔥 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 ...

🔥 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...

❖ He took me as collateral. Now, he wants my submission. ❖ I came looking for my brother. Now, I belong to a monster. Lucius Valmont. Feared king of Port Amara’s underworld. A man who doesn’t ask—he takes. Cold, ruthless, and lethal, he rules his empire with an iron grip, bending men to his will and breaking anyone who defies him. Now, I’m his prisoner. His plaything. His next obsession. He says I will kneel. That no matter how hard I fight, I will crave the chains he wraps around me. But I don’t bend. I don’t beg. And I sure as hell don’t belong to men like him. Except…...