

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

Titaness Cassandra accidentally discovers that Perseus, her fiancé of five years, has long been head over heels for her stepsister and would even sacrifice her life to keep the girl safe. She calmly agrees to swap marriages and takes Leah’s place to wed Abel, the cursed son of Hades. On their wedding day, Perseus finds his bride has been switched, yet he feels no joy. All his past fondness was merely gratitude for who he thought saved him as a child—only he got the wrong person. He has actually fallen for Cassandra over the years, but by the time he realizes it, she is already married to another.what fate awaits them both?

It’s been five years since my mother married into the Sterling crime family, and my relationship with my stepbrother, Louis, is still ice-cold. He’s arrogant, aloof, and wouldn’t give me the time of day. I know better than to even try. Until I saw it: a birthmark on Louis’s body, identical to the one on my online boyfriend, Rowan. I thought about the messages Rowan had sent me every night for the past two years, the ones that made my face flush and my heart race: Baby, I can only fall asleep thinking of you. I need to see you. I’ll show you how much I want you. I’m going crazy thinking about you… I just couldn’t square the man in those messages with the cold-as-ice Louis. To make matters worse, I had just lied to Rowan, telling him I’d failed to get into Harvard and wasn't good enough for him, before breaking up with him. If he finds out it was me who dumped him, I’m pretty sure he’ll tear me to pieces. I was already packing my bags, ready to bolt. But then Louis appeared, blocking my path. He leaned in, his low laugh a menacing rumble in my ear. "Think you can play me and just walk away? Who gave you the balls?"

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.
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I got bored late in the night and casually bragged about dating the campus goddess. I never expected that the very next second, I would obtain the All-Seeing Eye System. As long as I took a photo of someone with my phone, I could instantly obtain all of their secrets.The next day, I aimed the camera at the class beauty, Rachel Lewis. Almost immediately, shocking information popped up on my phone screen. I tapped open the attached PPT, which contained a detailed breakdown of the exposed dirt.

Mira Lane, the true-born daughter of the Northvale Marquis Estate, was framed as a harbinger of disaster and abandoned in the countryside as a child. Rescued by the Sect Master of the Celestial Order, she spent eighteen years mastering the mystic arts. Now she returns with the Ravager Token, only to find that her identity, home, and arranged marriage have all been stolen by her half-sister, Faye. But Mira is no longer the helpless girl they cast away. Using her mystic arts, she exposes one scheme after another and shocks the capital by revealing her true identity. As Faye plots to steal everyone's fortune through a sinister formation, Mira turns the tables, punishes her enemies, and discovers the shocking secret behind her foolish fiance Evan Wells's ghostly companion.

Nicole Sugg only discovers the truth as she's dying—her husband Arthur Jones is still alive. He's been impersonating his dead twin brother Kevin,living as husband to his sister-in-law! Given a second chance at life, Nicole is determined to get ruthless revenge...

Plagued by an embarrassing condition, Bille seeks an intimate checkup from her cousin Vincent, the college physician—only to awaken a forbidden desire. Soon discovering they share no blood ties, she tries to close the distance between them. As much as Vincent resists, his hidden longing strains control, pushing their charged connection toward rupture and reckoning.