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He’s her stepbrother, her sin and her biggest mistake waiting to happen. Catherine Brown thought moving in with her mother’s new husband couldn’t be harder until she met the cold, arrogant and sinfully attractive Julian Vaughn, her stepbrother. He hates her, teases her and gets under her skin everyday. He’s everything she should stay away from, off-limits and untouchable. But when his anger turns into something darker and hungrier, when he looks at her like he wants to ruin her innocence, Catherine realizes danger has a new name. And no matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop wanting the one man she’s not supposed to have. When hate turns to desire, who’s really in control? EXCERPT✨ “You’ve never had sex before?” Julian asked, disbelief flickering in his eyes. Catherine hesitated, then nodded, staring at the floor instead of him. He bit his lower lip, trying to rein in the thoughts crowding his mind. Goodness, she was too innocent for her own good. “So all you did with your previous boyfriends were just kisses and smooches?” She immediately stood, her cheeks flushed. “There are no boyfriends,” she blurted. “I’ve never even been kissed. Please don’t laugh at me.” Laugh? Hell no. Julian wasn’t laughing. He was fighting the urge to pull her close. Knowing she’d never been touched only made his hunger worse. She didn’t realize he’d moved until his breath brushed her ear, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “Catherine, just say the word and I’ll show you what it means to be touched by a man.” Her heart stuttered in her chest and he could hear every beat.

Elena Hayes never knew her sharp tongue would drag her into Damian Volkov’s world—the ruthless billionaire who bends everyone to his will. When her aunt’s fate is tied to his power, Elena has no choice but to obey, signing a contract that chains her to him as nothing more than his plaything. Cold, possessive, and dangerously intoxicating, Damian takes pleasure in testing her limits, while Elena fights with wit and fire she can’t silence. But the deeper she sinks into his world of luxury, power, and obsession, the harder it becomes to tell if she’s a prisoner… or if she secretly craves being his.

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?

Isabella Cruz was once known as the number one socialite of Averton City—beautiful, elegant, and engaged to her childhood sweetheart, Brandon Hughes of the wealthy Hughes family. She waited ten years for him, guarded her heart for him, and endured every rumor about his affairs… only to be publicly betrayed by him and her sister, Vanessa. Heartbroken and drunk for the first time in her life, Isabella accidentally stumbles into a hotel suite and crashes straight into the arms of Victor Steele, a cold and powerful CEO with no patience for women. She kisses him in a drunken state and unknowingly gets tangled with a man far more dangerous than she realizes. The next morning, she sneaks out, only to be dragged into a storm at home. Her family is collapsing, her engagement is broken, and everyone believes the worst about her. Brandon tries to shame her, and Vanessa plots to steal her place. But Victor Steele doesn’t forget the woman who crashed into his life. As scandals grow and enemies close in, Isabella must protect herself, rebuild her pride, and figure out why Victor Steele suddenly refuses to let her go. Her fall was dramatic... But her comeback will be even more explosive.

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

**She came to steal a plant. She left utterly destroyed and completely his** Aria Chen is a woman who wears many masks: brilliant hacker, underground artist, medical prodigy. But none of those identities can save her dying mother from a rare disease with only one cure a nearly extinct medicinal plant called Vitalis Radix, cultivated exclusively on the private estate of billionaire CEO Damien Blackwood. Desperate and running out of time, Aria does the unthinkable: she infiltrates his fortress-like mansion as a maid under a false identity, planning to steal the plant and vanish before anyone discovers the truth. The plan is simple. "Get in. Get the plant. Get out." Until she meets him. Damien Blackwood is power incarnate ruthlessly intelligent, devastatingly handsome, and dangerously observant. From their first encounter, the attraction between them is explosive, undeniable, and completely forbidden. When he makes her his personal maid, Aria thinks she's been given the perfect access to complete her mission. She has no idea he's been waiting for her. He knows exactly who she is. And he's going to make her pay. But his punishment won't come in the form of police or prosecution. It comes in whispered commands in the darkness. In his hands claiming every inch of her virgin body. In the way he teaches her that pleasure and control are two sides of the same coin. "You're mine now. Every hole. Every moan. Every desperate whimper when you beg me to let you come." Aria is a virgin who's never experienced desire, never understood her own body's capacity for pleasure. Damien becomes her sexual awakening and her complete undoing. He introduces her to a world of dark eroticism she never knew existed remote-controlled vibrators she must wear while serving his dinner guests, sex in his office while he's on business calls, punishments that leave her marked and aching and desperate for more. She becomes addicted. To his touch. To his dominance. To the way he makes her body sing with pleasures she didn't know were possible. Every encounter pushes her boundaries further. Every night in his bed pulls her deeper into obsession. He's possessive to the point of madness, jealous of every man who looks at her, determined to own not just her body but her very soul. "When I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name. You'll only remember mine." As Aria falls deeper into Damien's web of dominance and desire, her mission becomes impossible to separate from her feelings. Her mother is dying. Time is running out. But every night in his arms makes her question what she's willing to sacrifice. When he finally catches her in the greenhouse, hands covered in soil and guilt written across her face, the confrontation is explosive. "Did you really think I didn't know? That I haven't been ten steps ahead this entire time? You played your game, Aria. Now it's time for mine." Betrayal. Rage. Raw, punishing sex that blurs the line between fury and passion. READER WARNING: This is a DARK EROTIC ROMANCE with explicit sexual content including: ** Virgin heroine's complete sexual awakening ** Dominant alpha hero with possessive/obsessive tendencies ** Power dynamics and consensual control (employer/employee) ** Public sexual situations and exhibitionism elements **Use of sex toys for control and pleasure ** Punishment scenarios (spanking, discipline) ** Intense jealousy and possessiveness ** Morally gray characters who make questionable choices ** Explicit language and graphic sexual scenes ** Pushed boundaries (always consensual) ** Emotional intensity and angst This book contains a GUARANTEED HEA but the journey is dark, twisted, and absolutely filthy. If you want safe and sweet, this isn't your book. If you want a billionaire who plays dirty and a heroine who learns to crave it, "Welcome to Blackwood Estate. where every rule is meant to be broken, every boundary is meant to be pushed, and love is the most dangerous game of all."

Madeline Harlow, a 20-year-old whose life seems pretty normal, attending classes, coming back home, rushing through deadlines and whatnot except that it's not. Madeline was the daughter of Benneton Harlow, a leading businessman in the pharmaceutical industry until someone sued him leading his company into bankruptcy. Fortunately, he was able to pay back all his debts and rise against all odds that were thrown at him, but at what cost? ''Dad, whose marriage certificate is this, and why does it have my name on it!?'' Benneton sighed and calmly stated as a matter of fact, ''It's yours and Liam's.'' As if not being able to accept what she had just heard, Madeline rushed to her dad, bringing the papers closer to him, ''Why did I even sign this!? And why him!?''

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.

Most people get isekai’d by walking in front of a truck. Violet got hit by one while sitting on her own bed. Before she can even process the fact that a semi-truck met her face, she’s dragged into a new world by a frantic System Guide named Angus. Her consolation prize? A "New Player Welcome Bonus." One single, premium gacha pull to help her survive. She didn’t get a holy sword. She didn’t get a healing dragon. She pulled the Demon King. He is the SSS-Rank Calamity. An ancient being of pure destruction. He is arrogant, he is terrifying, and he is regrettably, distractingly gorgeous. He is also wearing a gold necklace that binds him to Violet’s will—and he takes that personally. The super unbreakable necklace ensures he can't kill his master, but the Demon Lord seems to view that more as a suggestion than a requirement. Her survival plan is simple: 1: Don't die to the monsters. 2: Don't die to her own familiar’s malicious compliance. 3: Absolutely, under no circumstances, tell the murder-god that he looks hot when he’s angry.

Tamara Rigby became the wife of the most feared man in the city without ever being truly seen. Rafael Tanque — the king of the underground, the man who rules blood, money, and loyalty with an iron hand — cannot recognize faces. Not hers. Not his enemies’. Not even the woman he married. To the world, Tamara is the beautiful mafia bride standing beside Rafael Tanque. To Rafael, she is a voice. A scent. A presence he cannot escape. And that terrifies him more than any gun ever could. When a brutal ambush nearly kills Rafael, something inside his damaged mind fractures. The condition he has hidden for years — his inability to recognize faces — worsens, erasing even the fragile map he had built of his own wife. Tamara becomes a stranger sleeping in his bed… yet somehow, his body, his instincts, and his obsession know she is his. He does not remember her face. But his hands remember how she fits against him. His heartbeat remembers her. His anger burns when she pulls away. Trapped inside a marriage where the man who owns her life cannot even identify her, Tamara must survive a world of betrayal, mafia politics, and a husband whose love is as dangerous as his power. But the real nightmare begins when their child disappears. Kidnapped from under the Tanque empire itself, the missing baby becomes the ultimate weapon. Enemies move in the shadows, manipulating Rafael’s blindness and Tamara’s desperation, forcing them into a deadly game where every memory, every touch, and every secret could either save their family — or destroy it. Tamara refuses to be just a silent mafia wife. She becomes ruthless. She becomes cunning. She becomes willing to burn the entire criminal world if that is what it takes to get her child back. Rafael, consumed by obsession, guilt, and a twisted form of devotion he cannot fully understand, grows more possessive the more he fears losing her. He cannot see her face — but he will kill anyone who dares to touch what belongs to him. In a city where loyalty is bought, love is a weakness, and blood is the only truth, a woman without a recognized face and a man who cannot see must fight their own past, their enemies, and each other to keep what little family they have left. Because in Rafael Tanque’s world… Even love can become a weapon.

Series 8 : My Heart \/ My Idol (Main Story) Woo Seok Jin, a poor boy captivated by the life of an artist, grows into a man willing to abandon his former self to chase the highest dream, just to be the G.O.A.T in K-POP industry. Nothing can hold him back from walking this path, not even his loved ones, not even if he must trade his own heart with the devil to stand tall at the peak of Seoul. Series 8 : Top /\ Down (Epilogue) A busker and a thug, both struggling to make ends meet, happened to meet by chance. They were then hired by a Yakuza boss who wanted to enter the idol industry with his daughter as the famous idol, while being hunted by a mysterious killer under the mask of wrath. This led them to become her bodyguards, who profited from rival gangs, and they also had to teach her so that she could take over Tokyo. Author Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/cw/Shekuu The full book will include album songs and OSTs. DEMO : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=914broeIUNM

Alice returns to his childhood town carrying unresolved memories and unfinished mistakes. Among them is Elara, his childhood friend—once his closest companion, now someone he barely recognizes. Elara has grown into a serious, disciplined topper, driven by ambition and control. Alice, on the other hand, remains a carefree backbencher with a playboy reputation, hiding his past behind jokes and chaos. Their reunion is awkward, tense, and filled with unspoken emotions. As old memories resurface and buried conflicts come to light, their contrasting paths force them to confront what separated them—and whether some bonds are meant to fade or transform. What begins as nostalgia slowly turns into rivalry, resentment, and a dangerous pull neither of them wants to admit. A story of childhood friendship, emotional distance, and the thin line between enemies and lovers—where growing up doesn’t mean growing apart, but learning the cost of who you choose to become.

Daphne grew up on rules. Her life had been shaped by her mother’s careful guidance, a long list of don’ts meant to protect her from the world. Her mother had told her: don’t linger, don’t trust too easily, don’t invite trouble, don’t grow too close, and above all, don’t let boys into your life recklessly and carelessly. And for a long time, Daphne obeyed. Then four boys moved into the house next door. She met Kendrick first. He was loud, infuriating, and relentless in his need to get under her skin. He teased her, provoked her, watched her too closely. Daphne hated him for it… or at least she told herself she did. Then she got to meet the rest. Raymond’s attentiveness made her feel seen without pressure. Bernard’s warmth felt effortless, always comforting. David’s steady support gave her space to breathe. Together, they made their home feel like a place she was always welcome. And slowly, without realizing when it happened, the boys slipped into her life. With them, Daphne began to see beyond the walls her mother had built. They introduced her to laughter that wasn’t restrained, to freedom that didn’t feel reckless, to safety that didn’t come from isolation. Around them, she felt protected without being caged, understood without being judged. Even Kendrick, especially Kendrick, became something else entirely. Protective, watchful and unyielding when it came to her. Yet her mother’s voice never faded. Every step closer to the boys felt like a step further from the life she was taught to live. Every moment of comfort came with the question she refused to ask out loud. Was she making a mistake? As Daphne grows more entangled in their world, lines blur between safety and danger, affection and attachment, obedience and choice. The boys offer her a version of herself she’s never been allowed to become. But freedom always comes with consequences. Would Daphne regret going against her mother’s words? Or would she finally learn that some rules are meant to be broken, and some connections are worth the risk?

Izel took a night job so she could care for her ailing grandmother. She never imagined her voice would end up speaking to gods. Every night, in front of a microphone, she interviews beings not of this world. Forgotten entities. Gods who refuse to disappear. A single mistake could cost her her life. Her boss is elegant, silent, and dangerously attractive. The world knows him as the station's owner. The underworld knows him as Mictlantecuhtli. To protect her, he awakens a winged jaguar nahual, fierce and loyal, ready to face gods if necessary… even the one who rules the shadows. Between transmissions that could kill her, inherited secrets, and feelings that shouldn't exist, Izel is caught between eternal love and a savage protective instinct, trying to maintain a normal life while her heart begins to choose. Because when a god hears your voice… there's no escape.

•⋅⊰∙∘☽✼☾∘∙⊱⋅• Senior year was supposed to be Noah Valentine's glow-up. New wardrobe. New reputation. This was finally his chance to prove he wasn't the same awkward boy bullies could easily prey on. Then his mom got remarried... And his new stepbrother turned out to be Adrien Fell. Rich. Arrogant. Straight. Gorgeous of course, is determined to ruin his year all over again-except when he's glaring at his dates, interfering with his plans, or (annoyingly) acting like he actually cares. Enemies? Definitely. Step-siblings? Unfortunately. Attraction? ...Yeah, that's the goddamn problem. Between jealous exes, revenge plots, family secrets and obsessed stalkers, Noah's's "best year ever" is spiraling out of control. But maybe-just maybe-the boy he was never supposed to want is the one who's been waiting for him all along. [MATURE CONTENT, EVENTUAL SMUT] (What to expect) •Family murder mystery •Enemies to lovers •Forced proximity •Yandere stalker •Eventual smut (very graphic) •Taboo relationship •GL side couple •Love triangle •Extremely slow burn •⋅⊰READER CHALLENGE⊱⋅• sorry, guys...I had to take this down because I'm running out of stockpile chapters and I'm currently too sick to create more...but I'll put it back up when I get enough chapters... thank you for the support.

You like that?" Liam growled against my skin. "You like us using your fat tits?" "Yes–fuck–yes!" I cried, my back arching, pressing my breasts into his face. It is on one of her loneliest days that Stephanie opens the door to the devil himself. Her younger step-brother is the devil in flesh–blonde hair, piercing ocean eyes and a firm, chiselled model body, he is the deadliest temptation on two legs. He is back from college and hopes to spend some time with his big step sister. But things soon goes haywire and Stephanie finds herself in her bed, tied to the headboard, her pussy oozing with sweetness and his juicy cock punishing her. Jace, Stephanie's husband, cuts his journey short and returns home to find his wife in this compromising position with her blood. He is blinded by fury and plans to go all out to get his revenge. Worst of all, she is pregnant–for her brother. Jace is out for his pound of flesh, ready to fuck anyone with a pretty face and a sweet pussy–the right revenge against his infidel wife. Stephanie is mad when she finds he cheats on her with her sister. Now, the two of them are ready to tread the dangerous terrain of revenge, dangerous escapades to hurt the other person. Jake, Jasmine, Doctor Clark, Charlotte, Matthew, Lily, the tattoo artist, the students of StoneView College–all are various parts of Stephanie's and Jace's revenge. This is the beginning of a complex plot, with all the characters they come in contact with hiding the sickest secrets, having dangerous sexual escapades and all connected in ways they could never have imagined. And soon, all the characters are tied to one complex plot–a web of deceit, forbidden romance, revenge and betrayal.

Returning with consistent updates. UPDATES - Every Monday, Thursday and Saturday ------------------------ Alexander Laurent :  The cold, arrogant and mysterious heir to The Laurent Agency who is swiping the entertainment industry off the floor. But is that it? No. Underneath the glamourous cover is an underworld that runs within his palm. But he loses his heart to a Doctor and his world starts spinning around her. He kidnaps her and even manages to forcefully marry as well as cage her. But did his love manage to win over her hatred? Eleanora Rosenheim :  A softhearted, bubbly but stubborn girl who becomes a doctor for her fiance's sake. But is made to give up on her fiance, her family and her dreams just because of someone's obsession. Forced into a traumatising marriage, made to suffer from her in-laws wrath and even face her husband's jealousy that always ends by him forcing himself upon her, Eleanora is left with only one option - to kill herself. Did destiny do her any justice? Yes. It did. By making Eleanora reborn on the very same day where she crossed paths with Alexander and her life changed forever. She now has a second chance to live and escape his clutches. Will she be able to challenge her fate and live the simple but happy life that she forever dreamt of or will she succumb to her fate and let that decide the flow of her story?  ----------------------- Read "The Devil's Obsession : No more escaping Babygirl!" and witness a sensual love story, filled with adventure, mystery, cruelty, emotions and humour loaded within. Let's embark on this journey together! Author - Go Kizy Instagram - go_kizy Book Cover - Downloaded from pinterest.

“That child is mine. And so are you,” he commanded, his viper-green eyes pinning her in place. Grace couldn’t believe that he—Carlos Benjamin, her new CEO and eight years her junior—was the father of her unborn baby. “You can go back to that deadbeat you call a husband, or you can come with me and have everything.” ===== For the last five years of her marriage, Grace Preston, 32, believed she was broken. She couldn’t have a child, and her deadbeat husband, Charles, never let her forget it, calling her useless while she worked tirelessly to fund his failed acting career. He didn’t just break her spirit; he shattered her trust by cheating on her with her own sister. Heartbroken, Grace fled to her office late one night, seeking solace at the bottom of a bottle. She wasn’t alone. A beautiful, blond-haired man was there, nursing his own wounds. He never told her his name, but he offered her a night of oblivion. Fueled by whiskey and a desperate need for revenge, she gave in to her darkest desires, pulling the willing stranger into her web. In her drunken haze, she thought, “If my husband can have his fun, then so can I.” She never worried about protection, convinced she was barren. Until a month later, when a positive pregnancy test trembled in her hands. Grace Preston, the ‘barren’ wife, was pregnant. In a single night, the stranger gave her what Charles couldn’t in five years. Now Carlos has made his claim, pulling her into a world of immense power and lethal secrets. Will Grace escape her toxic marriage only to be trapped in this captivating young billionaire’s golden cage? Or is trading one prison for another a mistake that will cost her more than just her heart?

Han Nari, an empty soul. A broken soul, without sparkle, without desire. She leads a rather peaceful life beside a loving man… Until the day she crosses Jeon Sion, manipulative, dangerous, as cold as he is desirable, he constantly tests the limits of boredom and control. He awakens in her what she believed dead: fire, desire, pain. Two souls consumed by a forbidden love, in search of fire, passion, desire. Between a safe love and a forbidden desire, Han Nari will have to choose. From ashes sometimes are born loves — or ruins.

He’s her one shot at freedom. She’s his only chance to believe in love. But falling for each other might get them both killed. After seven years as Scott's best friend, Stacy drops a bombshell: she’s leaving New York for an arranged marriage to Luca Cattaneo, the heir to one of America’s most feared mafia dynasties. Only then does Scott realize he’s been in love with her all along. A stolen kiss changes everything. painting a target on Scott’s back when it's aired on live TV. To protect him, Stacy activates a dead man’s switch seven years in the making and defies her father, Don Angelo Luciano, the most powerful mob boss in the country. But Don Angelo doesn’t forgive. And he never lets go. Scott, haunted by his past and terrified of love, stands by Stacy anyway. His quiet loyalty and fierce love crack the walls around her heart. For the first time, she dares to imagine a future outside her family’s bloody legacy. But the mafia plays a long game. When her father outsmarts the savant mafia princess, Stacy begs Scott to walk away. Instead, he sacrifices everything to go on the run with her. As starcrossed love battles legacy and their lives hang in the balance, one question remains: can Stacy outrun the empire she was born to rule or will it destroy them both?