

After her mother remarries, Leah moves into her stepfather’s mansion. Heavy rain causes her bedroom to leak, forcing her to share a tiny single bed with her cold, rebellious stepsister Isla. Trapped in a cramped room on a stormy night with their parents just outside the door, Leah’s repressed desires ignite after accidentally catching sight of Isla’s private moment days before. As they lie pressed tightly together, hidden touches and breathless whispers stir forbidden longing between the two unrelated stepsisters.

To save her gravely ill grandmother, Luna is forced to marry Victor, a twisted old werewolf, for two million dollars, and breaks up with Kael, the man she has loved for three years. After moving into the mansion, she is horrified to discover that Kael is Victor's son and the Alpha of the Wolf Pack. Living under the same roof, Kael despises her as his father's new woman, while Victor's abuse pushes Luna's dormant Moonlit Bloodline to awaken. As Kael searches for his fated mate, he finally realizes Luna is the woman he has been looking for all along. Together, they break through forbidden identities and family opposition, fight back against Victor, and step into the light.

Travis, a secret crown prince, now a deadly beggar, is saved by a noble heiress who defies her family to marry him on the streets. But when assassins sent by his usurper brother come hunting, the "beggar" unleashes his hidden martial arts and poisonous arts to reclaim his throne.

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.