

An obedient psychology student, for her BDSM graduation project, mistakenly gets involved with Dom, the most dangerous gang leader in North America. What starts as a "master-slave contract" fueled by lust eventually evolves into an irresistible and fatal redemption.
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Koiti Mikage, the world's wealthiest man, had spent years concealing his identity while working as a cashier to raise his son, Kazuma. Unexpectedly, Kazuma ended up marrying Yuki Hanyo. The Hanyo family was domineering and overbearing, so Kazuma tried to keep the wedding from Koichi, yet Koichi showed up uninvited. At the wedding, Kazuma was belittled at every turn, prompting Koiti to step in and defend Kazuma. Despite initial mockery, Koiti just responded by presenting extravagant gifts. But when faced with persistent provocations, Koiti no longer held back. At that moment, his powerful and influential goddaughter burst in, declaring her desire to marry into the Mikage family, which sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Noah suffered relentless bullying from his adopted younger brother, Lucas, which led to him tumbling off a building. In a twist of fate, his body hits Joe—a mafia godfather who had been trying to save him—as he plummets to the ground, and both of them lose their lives. In order to save Joe, doctors transplant his brain into Noah’s body. Joe decides to keep living his life as Noah—pursuing the dreams he never fulfilled in his youth, while also helping Noah reclaim the life that had been stolen from him by the cruelty of the people in his life.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Escaping from a pervert trying to buy her virginity, Julia kisses a stranger—Stephen, a billionaire who’s allergic to women. Years after their one-night stand, Julia returns with his child. But what she doesn’t know is that Stephen has been searching for them all along: the only woman he isn’t allergic to...and his child.