The Last Order
Savanna De Luca was mafia royalty — the Don's only daughter, a woman who could have had any man in the world. Instead, she chose the pickpocket who'd stolen her purse and her heart. For nine years, she commanded Giordano Ricci to love her: bring me flowers, spend the weekend with me, make love to me all night. That's an order.
He obeyed everything except the one thing she wanted most.
When Gio chose another woman over Savanna on the worst night of her life — the night her parents were assassinated — she gave him her last order: sign the divorce papers.
Then she disappeared.
Stripped of her name, her fortune, and her family, Savanna fled to the most forgotten city in the country with nothing but a baby in her belly and a broken heart. She sold soup on the street, adopted a homeless boy, and rebuilt herself from the ground up — no longer a princess waiting to be loved, but a mother fighting to survive.
But Gio couldn't forget the woman whose paintings covered every wall of the house he burned to ashes. Haunted by her ghost, consumed by guilt, he tore through the criminal underworld to avenge her parents, destroy the enemies who'd stolen her legacy, and rise from soldato to Don — all so he could stand before her as a man who finally deserved her.
When he finds her selling soup in a slum, carrying a baby that looks exactly like him, Savanna has one condition:
No more orders.
This time, he'll have to earn every single thing she gives him.
Between Control and Passion
Thailor Brown is a young omega working at the company of the prestigious CEO, Dimitrei Uvarov. Dimitrei is an imposing alpha who rose to the top of his enterprise from a young age, but his father, now ill, demands that he marry soon.
Upon meeting Thailor, Dimitrei decides to use him as a fake partner—and threatens to ruin Thailor’s career within the company if he refuses. Left with no other choice, Thailor accepts the deal.
Could this relationship go beyond a contract?
Reborn as the Scorned Heiress
She died in the Wild West. She woke up in someone else's body. And this time, she's not going down without a fight.
Cassidy Boone was a sharp-shooting, fast-talking outlaw in 1887 Arizona. When a bullet finally caught up with her, she figured that was the end. Instead, she opened her eyes in a hospital bed — in the twenty-first century, in a body that wasn't hers.
The body belonged to Emilia Montero.
Overweight. Despised. Mocked by society, betrayed by her husband, and systematically robbed of her family's fortune by the very people who were supposed to love her. Emilia had tried to end it all. But Cassidy isn't Emilia.
She's louder, fiercer, and she doesn't take kindly to being cheated.
With a dead woman's memories, a cowgirl's grit, and a fury that could set the boardroom on fire, she decides to burn down every lie that was built on Emilia's suffering — starting with her cheating husband Sebastian, his scheming lover Andrea, and the corporate vultures circling the Montero empire.
But nothing is simple when you're wearing another woman's skin. Especially not when the one man willing to stand beside her — the intense, infuriatingly noble Daniel — makes her feel things that a reborn outlaw definitely shouldn't be feeling.
And when the truth about Emilia's "suicide attempt" surfaces, the stakes become deadly.
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The Divine Missfire
________________________________________ The first rule of the Divine Matchmaking Bureau is simple: never miss. The second rule is even simpler: if you do miss, do not let a mortal find out you are
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Picture Perfect
If you ever accidentally propose to your crush... Don't do it on a university campus. Actually... Don't accidentally propose at all. Trust me. People say university is where you discover yourself
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Under The Umbrella
Chapter Seventeen: Road trip --- 6:48am. The first thing Josie registered was quiet. No machines beeping. No nurses. Just pale Sunday light spilling across the linoleum. The second thing was
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