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They say I chose him. Before the blood, before the lies. Before memory turned to ash. But when I wake with no past, no name I trust, and a stranger claiming to be my husband— I don’t feel love. I feel the walls closing in. Severin Accardi is a king in glass and iron. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. He says he’ll protect me. He doesn’t say from what. They call it a marriage. I call it a cage. But the more I remember, the less I know who I really was— The heiress, the weapon, the traitor. The woman who loved a monster… or became one. There’s a secret buried in our vows. A ...

🔥 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 ...

🔥 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...

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,...

🔥 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 ...

Je suis revenue pour enterrer mon passé. Mais au lieu d’accomplir cette mission, je suis tombée droit dans les bras de mon pire cauchemar. Malachim Vetrov. Impitoyable. Calculateur. Le Pakhan de la Bratva Vetrov — un nom qui se murmure comme une menace dans les bas-fonds de Moscou. Le garçon qui me tourmentait autrefois est devenu l’homme le plus puissant de la ville. Et aujourd’hui ? Il tient mon destin entre ses mains. Son offre est simple : vivre sous son toit, m’occuper de sa fille… et faire comme si rien ne s’était passé entre nous. Mais rien n’est jamais simple ...

Je n’étais jamais censée porter la couronne. J’étais destinée à organiser les mariages, organiser les réceptions et sourire devant les caméras. Je n’ai jamais été destinée à me battre… ni à tuer. Encore moins à régner. Mais quand mon père a été assassiné, j’ai découvert la vérité : les contes de fées n’existent pas dans un cartel. Et la seule façon de survivre est de devenir pire que les monstres qui me traquent. Diego Montiel ; le frère que j’ai autrefois aimé a mis ma tête à prix. Gabriel Sarmiento ; l’homme que j’ai longtemps craint est devenu...

Précieuse et obéissante, j’étais le trésor de mon père. Mais lorsqu’il m’a promise à Viktor Sokolov — un homme de quinze ans mon aîné, aussi redouté que respecté — ma vie est devenue un pari dangereux. Viktor était impitoyable. Un exécuteur froid, au passé marqué par le sang et la trahison. Dans ses yeux brûlait une douleur muette, et son toucher promettait autant la souffrance que le plaisir. Je me suis retrouvée prisonnière d’un mariage qui ne m’attachait pas seulement à un homme, mais à un monde où la confiance était rare… et la survie dictée par des...

🔥 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 ...

🔥 MARKED BY THE CARTEL 🔥 I spent my whole life staying one step ahead. Playing the game. Making the deals. Controlling the power. And then he came back from the dead. Gael Morales— The man I left to burn. The man who should have stayed buried. The man who now holds my life in his hands. I built an empire on secrets and lies, but Gael knows the truth. And he’s not here to negotiate. He’s here to take what he’s owed. My body. My loyalty. My submission. But what neither of us expected was that when you push too hard, the prey stops running. When you strip away the lies, only ...

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. ...

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 ...

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 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 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 ...

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 ...

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 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 ...

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 ...

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