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Grimaldi's Sin & Secret
306·TalesoffPeachesA runaway heiress. A man with a scandal. A love they were never meant to find. When Freah Giuliani flees her powerful Italian family, she doesn’t expect to collide with Nicolo Grimaldi—a dangerously magnetic man hiding from a viral sex-tape scandal. Their attraction is instant, their chemistry undeniable… and their secrets deadly. But as passion spirals into something neither can walk away from, one truth will shatter everything: they should never have fallen in love.
My Vampire Lord Made Me Barren for His Mistress
230·-My vampire lord said he didn't want children. For six years, he handed me "our private vintage" every night, saying tenderly, "You're all I need." Until our anniversary, when I followed the blood bond to find him—through the flower shop window, a six-year-old boy with raven-black hair rode on his shoulders calling him "Daddy." He texted me: "Still tied up at the council, love." And I stood there watching him kiss another woman. I pried open his study drawer. The medical report read: "Sanctified water compound—permanent fertility suppression." Every glass of wine was poison. My barrenness was his design. The family photos on the wall even included my parents' smiling faces. Ten days until the Blood Moon Conclave. Before every Elder and every vampire of consequence, I'll show him what a thoroughly betrayed Lady can destroy.
She Danced for the Don, Then Vanished
16·-I took the fall for her crime. She spent five years in my fiancé's bed. The day they released me, Dante texted: "Serena's not well. Find your own way home." Just like five years ago, when he came to me with his hands shaking: "She'll never survive a federal cell. You know that." I donated a kidney to keep him alive. He thought it came from Serena. I choreographed "Ashes" inside a women's correctional facility. She performed it at Lincoln Center and took the standing ovation. I got my knee shattered by men on Don Caruso's payroll. She smiled from the stage: "None of this would exist without my sister's sacrifice." At their engagement dinner, she announced her pregnancy with her hand resting over his. My adoptive parents whispered in Sicilian, certain I couldn't follow: "She's not ours. Not really. She was always meant to serve Serena." They were wrong about that last part. That night, I made a call: "I need to disappear. Ten days. Make it permanent."
I Faked My Death to Escape My Don Husband
0·patMy husband “died” in a Mafia shootout. I was shattered—numbly surviving for the sake of the child I hadn’t even delivered yet. Then, a month later, in a private club, I saw his “late twin brother” laughing and talking in my husband’s very voice— and I knew it at once: his death was a flawless, coordinated con. He spun a lie big enough to blot out the sky, all so he could stay by his “dying” sister-in-law’s side—night after night, tangled in her arms. So I scheduled the procedure. And on the day he planned his “rebirth,” I gave him a gift: a livestream the whole internet would watch, and a “fatal fall” even more perfect than his fake death. By the time the entire family collapsed in chaos, the real me had already been reborn on a distant, unfamiliar shore.
Alpha’s Price in Blood
0·patI hid my identity as a vampire princess, pretending to be human to marry my werewolf Alpha. For five years, his pack saw me as "the low-blooded outsider," his mistress took my place, and he publicly denied our daughter. When I lay dying to protect our child and offered the life-saving blood of my heart with my last breath, he used it to save his lover instead. I crawled back from hell not for forgiveness, but for reclamation. Now, the entire Night Court kneels before me, calling me "Queen." And he, along with his entire pack, will pay for every drop of blood they betrayed.
The Devil’s Bargain
0·patI signed a contract—trading my ability to love for a single chance at rebirth. In my last life, my family branded me insane, had me locked in a psychiatric ward, and I died strapped to an electroshock table. This time, I wake up twelve years old again—on the day my “little sister,” Violet, is brought into our home. While everyone crowds around her, cooing over her tears and offering comfort, I simply watch them in silence. My father demands, “Can’t you be a little kinder?” I nod. “I can. But I don’t want to.” Then I turn my back and walk out of that prison they call “family.” Years later, I’m thriving. And my family—rotting from the inside out in the hands of the “perfect daughter” they protected so carefully. The devil laughs softly at my ear: “See? I told you. You never needed something as useless as love to win.”
A Donna’s Gambit in Black
0·patMy seventh wedding anniversary gift was a divorce agreement. My husband and his mistress joined forces to smear me on camera, branding me as “a madwoman trying to control him with her family,” all to make room for his new bride and their unborn child. He thought that once he cast me out of the family, he could inherit everything my father left behind. But he forgot: my father’s most valuable legacy was never the businesses everyone could see. So the moment I was expelled from the company, I made the call. “Clean-up. Begin.” Half an hour later, his empire began to collapse—fast and without mercy.
Goodbye, Mrs. Nell
0·Answer-IThe night my sister ran from her own wedding, my father dragged me down from the attic and threw me into the back of a black sedan. "The Lancaster family wants a Churchill daughter," he said. "Nobody specified which one." He didn't even look me in the eye. Three hours later, I was standing in the most expensive private medical facility in the country, face to face with a husband who was as good as dead. The Lancaster family attorney slid a contract across the table. Take care of him for three years. If he never wakes up, I could walk away with five million dollars. If he dies — I'd get nothing. I signed. Not because of the five million. It was because of a single line on the last page of the agreement, printed in type so small it was nearly invisible: *"In the event the heir regains consciousness, voting rights comprising 30% of Lancaster Group shall transfer automatically to the legally recognized spouse."* Someone was betting he would wake up. And that someone wasn't me.
After He Left Me for a “Billionaire”, The Sterling Heiress Came Back
0·patSeven years ago, I gave up the Sterling name for love and became an “ordinary” accountant's wife. Seven years later, my husband used me as a stepping stone and discarded me without mercy, making room for the mistress carrying the “Sterling family” bloodline. He ordered his bodyguards to drag me into the operating room—and when he pressed my hand to sign the divorce papers while I lay unconscious, he thought I had lost everything. Not until I appeared at his engagement banquet with his mistress, my arm linked through my grandfather's—the true godfather of the underworld—did he finally understand. Watching his face drain of color, I spoke the truth softly: “The Sterling princess you 're trying clinging to… is me.”
Don’s Lover Escaped to the Enemy
0·patI’m the Godfather’s heir’s most treasured private possession— and the caged bird my stepbrother toys with night after night. He implanted a chip in my body and called it a one-of-a-kind kind of devotion. At his engagement banquet, I was humiliated in public. Everyone thought I’d break. Until I married his biggest enemy. On my wedding night, he barged in like a rabid dog—only to discover, in terror, that the pinky ring he used to control me no longer worked. And I only said softly, “Godfather… I’m done playing your game.”
No Longer His — Now The Donna
0·AnswerAfter twenty years as the treasured princess of a mafia family, I discovered I was nothing but a mistake—a baby switched at birth. I packed my bags that same night, ready to leave. But before I could slip away, my brother Vincent Romano cornered me in my room and had his way with me for three relentless days. "I love you," he said. "I've been waiting for this day for so long." He proved his obsession—or was it love?—through action. The moment we stepped out of that room where we'd spent three scandalous days, he announced our engagement. My adoptive parents were furious. He stripped them of all their power and seized complete control of the Romano family. When the real heiress, Sophia, threw a tantrum, he cut off every one of her black cards and left her utterly humiliated in mafia circles. He was like a beast that had chosen its prey, trapping me in this estate and showering me with his twisted, obsessive love. I tried to escape countless times. Every single time, he dragged me back. The farthest I ever got was boarding a private jet bound for London. He had his men intercept it right there on the runway, carried me off the plane himself, and pinned me against the wing, kissing me until I could barely breathe. "Isabella," he murmured, his teeth grazing my earlobe, "you can run to the ends of the earth, and I'll still find you. Next time you try to escape..." He paused, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous: "I'll break your legs." He had cast his net everywhere. There was nowhere I could hide. Until one month ago, when he drove out in the middle of the night to buy me a strawberry cake—just because I'd mentioned wanting one—and crashed on a winding mountain road. When he woke up, he'd forgotten everything. He forgot his mad obsession with me. Forgot all those nights we'd spent tangled together. Forgot every "I love you" he'd ever whispered in my ear. The Romano family was overjoyed. When they introduced me to him, they didn't mention that I was his fiancée, the one he'd loved to the point of madness—they told him I was a servant. Now, while Vincent's memory was gone, they wanted to get rid of me for good.
From His Intended Luna to His Enemy
0·AnswerFor twenty years, I was the cherished darling of the largest werewolf pack in the North. Then I found out I was nothing but a fraud—a baby swapped at birth. I packed my bags that very night, ready to leave. But Kael Blackmoor—my brother—cornered me in my room, and what followed consumed three days and three nights. "I love you," he said. "I’ve been waiting for this for so long." He proved the depth of his obsession with every touch. The moment we stepped out of that room, he announced our Marking Ceremony. My adoptive parents were furious. He stripped them of every shred of authority and seized total control of the Blackmoor pack, crowning himself Alpha. When the real heiress, Elowen, threw tantrums, he revoked every last one of her privileges and made sure she couldn’t hold her head up in high society. He was a wolf who’d chosen his prey. He kept me caged within the territory, showering me with a love so twisted it bordered on madness. I tried to escape more times than I could count. Every time, he dragged me back. The farthest I ever got was deep into the border forests. He brought an entire squad of his elite to hunt me down, hauled me out of the underbrush, pinned me against an ancient tree, and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. "Seraphina," he murmured against my ear, teeth grazing the lobe, "you could run to the ends of the earth and I’d still find you. Next time you try to escape…" He paused, his voice dropping to something low and dangerous. "I’ll sever your tendons." His net was everywhere. There was nowhere left to run. Until a month ago, when he slipped out in the dead of night to pick moonflowers from a cliffside—because I’d made an offhand remark about wanting some. Rogue wolves ambushed him during the climb and cracked his skull. When he woke, he remembered nothing. Not his savage possession of me. Not those nights tangled together until dawn. Not the countless times he’d whispered “I love you” against my skin. My adoptive parents were overjoyed. When they introduced me, they didn’t call me his unmarked mate—the woman he’d loved to the point of insanity. They told him I was the manor’s maid. And now they wanted to use his amnesia to get rid of me for good.
She Called Me a Mistress — I Was the Don’s Wife
0·AnswerI had just been invited to appear at a livestreamed charity gala alongside Vivian Drew, an influencer under my son Marco's company. I was about to greet her when she tilted her head and said something utterly outrageous. "You look so familiar, ma'am. Like the woman from that private video I saw." "The one with the seventy-year-old man. You know... the S&M thing." The comments section exploded: *Holy shit! What is she saying?!* *Oh my God, this woman looks so elegant and refined, but behind closed doors she's into THAT?* *Is she into old guys or something?! If it's about money, hit me up!* The chat devolved into chaos. The host coughed awkwardly. Vivian quickly covered her mouth. "Oh no, I must have you confused with someone else. Someone as elegant as you could never do something so... low-class." "I was just babbling. Don't take it seriously, everyone." I smiled. "No, you've got the right person." "When you and Marco discussed your engagement, you even called me 'Mom.'"
The Godfather’s Wife: The Fall of the DeLuca Empire
3·patThey thought I—Eleanore—was nothing more than a docile mob wife, the fool who would stand quietly outside the door while my husband planned a future with his mistress. But when he and his mother brazenly brought that woman into our home, my silence became a weapon. Now, every document he signs is transferring his criminal empire, piece by piece, into my hands. This war—I will win. Using the very ruthlessness they taught me.
My Alpha Thought I Loved Money — Until My Vampire Mother Died
5·AnswerAfter Caden Blackwood became my legal mate again, a joke began circulating through werewolf high society—one dripping with irony: rather than praying to the Moon Goddess for wealth, you’d be better off making a wish to Elena. They called me the greediest Luna the pack had ever seen. The day after our remarriage, I took my seat at the far end of the long table. With Caden and several pack elders looking on, I calmly announced a new rule. “Starting today,” I said, meeting the man across from me with a tone that was gentle yet left no room for argument, “anyone in this household who says the name ‘Lillian’ in my presence owes me a hundred thousand dollars.”
The Mafia Queen He Betrayed
0·AnswerWhen the attack came, my first instinct was to shield Lucien with my body— and that cost me the child I had carried for eight weeks. Lucien’s first instinct was to escort his adopted sister, Lucinda, into the armored Mercedes. That night, in Lucien’s closet, I found a bra that wasn’t mine, several pairs of luxurious, form-fitting panties—none of which I had bought for him. I dialed a rarely used encrypted channel. “Charles. Activate the plan. I’m moving up my return.” There was a tremor of excitement in Charles’s voice. “We’ve been waiting for this day, Boss.” “Also,” I said evenly, without a hint of emotion, “look into someone for me. Lucinda Moretti. I want everything. Especially the truth about her relationship with old Moretti.”
The Don I Brought Down After My Mother Died
47·AnswerAfter Marco Ferrante and I remarried, a joke began circulating through Sicilian high society — one dripping with irony: rather than praying to God for good fortune, you'd be better off making a wish to Sofia. They called me the greediest woman the Ferrante family had ever taken as a wife. The day after our remarriage, I took my seat at the far end of the long dining table. With Marco and several family elders looking on, I calmly announced a new rule. "Starting today," I said — my voice unhurried, my tone light, yet leaving no room for negotiation — "anyone in this household who says the name 'Chiara' in my presence owes me one hundred thousand."
The Don Slept With His Sister-in-Law
0·patI saw my husband pull his younger brother’s widow into his arms on our bed, wiping away her tears with a tenderness he had never once given me. Behind the flawless disguise of “family duty,” she moved into our home, called him “husband,” and claimed that every night she couldn’t fall asleep unless he sat by her bedside. I swallowed it again and again—until the day I woke from an afternoon nap and saw her stroking his cheek, calling him with practiced intimacy: “Adair.” In that moment, I understood. This wasn’t an illness. It was a calculated seizure. So I put my tears away and dialed my father—dialed the most feared “cleaner” in our family.
Never Betray the Mafia Donna
38·AnswerOn my birthday, my Mafia husband left me and our daughter to cook a full Italian dinner at his lieutenant's apartment. In a video on social media, Vincent was tenderly placing food on Lena's plate, murmuring promises in a low voice. "Lena, from now on, I'll spend every birthday with you. I won't let you be alone." My daughter, Ella, was in low spirits, her eyes brimming with tears. I clenched my phone, gathered her in my arms, and walked out the door. When I showed up at Lena's apartment, Vincent frowned with irritation. "Didn't I tell you I wasn't coming home tonight?" "Why can't you and the kid just stay at the house? What are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I just asked, calmly: "Vincent. Tonight—are you choosing me and Ella, or are you choosing your lieutenant?" "Choose us, and you come home with me." I paused, then swept a cold glance at Lena. "Choose her, and we're getting a divorce."
Sins and Seduction
4.0K·JEGTHE_ICONSins and Seduction is a raw, unapologetic dive into lust, power, betrayal, and forbidden desires. Three best friends navigate tangled relationships, but they are not the only ones playing with fire. MATURE CONTENT: 18+
