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We were destined for disaster from the second we met.... Massimo D'Agostino is the heir to his father's empire. Don't be fooled by his handsome face or that piercing blue gaze. He's no prince charming. He's dangerous and feared, possessive and fierce. Our first meeting began with a contract that...

The Legacy boys are Windsor Preparatory Academy’s most privileged. No one crosses the devil spawn of this town’s upper echelon, but I managed. I call one of them out my first day, and no one hears it louder than their blond prince.

He’s one of the world’s most eligible billionaires, tall, hot, royal, and ripped, and he just drunk-married a stranger in Las Vegas. Me. Nicolai Romanov drunk-married me, a recently dumped HR rep from Nebraska, though I was just trying to keep a hot drunk dude with sad eyes from face-planting into traffic. Worse, he livestreamed the wedding on social media. Thousands of people saw it. Including a Russian organized crime boss who’d had plans for Nicolai, and the Russian government that keeps tabs on people who might want to claim the rightful crown.

Summer Meads, a girl born into the world as a slave and forced to grow up tossed from one house to the next, must survive. She knows nothing of her bloodline to the Mafia world, even when she met Chase when they were children. To save Summer and to take down one of the most feared Mafia families, Chase must marry her. At what cost will Chase and Summer’s marriage cost not only them, but the Marcel family? How can a slave girl be helpful for the Mafia family?

Damian Cross, the most feared man at Ashford University, claimed me as his latest sacrifice. There is no escape for a good girl like me. Not from the wealthy heir to Ashford’s most elite secret society–The Four Hundred. I’m a pastor’s daughter who’s spent her life following every rule. Good. Pure. Perfect. He’s the ruthless prince who bends the world to his will. Cruel. Cunning. Dark. I should hate him. But there’s something in the way he watches me—like I’m the only thing holding him together—that shatters every defense I have.

No indiscriminate killing. No collateral damage. No unvetted targets. These are the rules Hawes Madigan lives by. Rules that make being Fog City's Prince of Killers bearable. Soon, he'll be king - of an organization of assassins - and the crown has never felt heavier. Until the mysterious Dante Perry swaggers into his life. Dante looks like a rock god and carries himself like one, too, all loose-limbed and casually confident. He also carries a concealed weapon, a private investigator's license, and a message for the prince.

After the tragic death of her fiancé, Prince Phillip of Harlington, Amelia Perlington is bound by an unbreakable contract to marry his younger brother—Prince Nicolas. Cold. Arrogant. Unapologetically ruthless. They despise each other, trapped between grief, obligation, and burning resentment. But Amelia hides a dark secret—one powerful enough to destroy the crown, the marriage, and them both.

Callum Griffin is the heir to the Irish mafia. He’s ruthless, arrogant, and he wants to kill me. We got off on the wrong foot when I set a (very small) fire in his house. Our families believe a marriage pact is the only thing that will prevent all-out warfare. I think I might need to murder him while he sleeps. This would all be a lot easier if Callum wasn’t so damned good-looking.

One wild night gave me more than just regrets. Six years ago, I walked away from Igor Sokolov—New York’s most dangerous Bratva prince—and vowed never to look back. Or so I thought. Now, he’s found me. And worse, he’s discovered my biggest secret: our daughter. Igor doesn’t ask. He takes. With ruthless determination, he drags us back to New York, claiming it’s the only way to keep us safe. Safe from his enemies, maybe. But not from him. He’s possessive, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. And he’s made one thing crystal clear: I’m his.

When my father died and I stepped into his shoes as leader of Enigma, I vowed to protect the gang he’d built. And I won’t break that promise—no matter what I have to do to keep it.

Once upon a time… there lived a man with a vengeance-filled heart that held too many secrets and a woman, pure of soul, intent on uncovering them. What they failed to realize is that through the storm their love would create, a legacy would be born.

I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown. And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia. I don’t have time for distractions - much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence. When Maeve comes back into my life, I fight like hell to resist the pull she has on me. An attraction that has only grown stronger with time.

Forsyth’s Purple Palace is more than the home of the King and Princes of East End. It’s a place known for elegant parties, deep tradition, loyalty, and family. But most of all, creation. Rub away the gold and it’s nothing but a tarnished house of horrors built on the souls of its victims-and I refuse to allow my son to be next. My Princes, Whitaker, Pace, and Lex, are good at many things, but knowing how to be a parent isn’t one of them. What they do know is how to create, how to protect, and how to draw secrets out of terrible men.

He’s the Mafia boss’s son. And just as ruthless as his father. I was ten when I first heard the term arranged marriage. From the way my cousin cried about hers, I knew it wasn’t a life I wanted. When I turned eighteen, I learned I’d face the same fate. Benny Marchetti is the heir to the most powerful family in New York City. He’s ruthless, cunning, and my contracted husband. Ten years have passed since my father broke the news, and now, the day has come. It’s time I become his wife. But what the Mafia prince doesn’t know is, he’s met his match.

Silver Spoon Falls was supposed to be an easy mark. Instead, I'm up to my ears in cartels and complications. I waltzed into enemy territory to investigate...and waltzed back out with a new mission in life. Protecting Snow Buchanan from her stepmother and her cartel of henchmen. Her seven furry friends doubt me. Her stepmother wants to kill her. And all I want is to lay siege to her heart. This curvy little princess will be mine.

This is not a fairytale. There's no glass slipper, only shards. Prince Charming is the villain, and happily ever afters are a myth. Except now, I need to construct one. Me, the fake princess, with a make-believe happily never after to the anti-Prince Charming himself. Coldly beautiful, brutally...

I was traded to a monster before I learned how to run. I climbed high enough that falling felt like mercy—until his voice cut through the dark. Now the man who saved me is the one standing at my grave. Matteo Davacalli found me on the rooftop the moment I realized escape had only one direction...

It’s not just the Palace that’s haunted by evil men; it’s the very soil the structure is built on. I’ll soon come to find the traumatic bonds that link my Princes to one another are more than mere shackles. If I want the Monarchs to succeed, if I want this baby to have a chance, if I want to survive...I have no choice but to break the ties of the Ashby brothers the same way I destroy the Palace. Brick by brick.

When my own brother killed our father, I was forced to claim the Ferrara throne. And all I thirst for is revenge. Stealing Serena Valentino was supposed to be business, a simple chess move in the mafia wars. But nothing prepared me for her. She captivates my cold heart, challenging the brutal world I'm chained to by blood. When enemies come for her, I face an impossible choice: protect the empire I'm destined to lead or sacrifice everything for the woman who dares me to love.

I hate the princes of Devil’s Creek. Luca, Bastian, Marcello, and Damian. For most of my life, no one wanted me…not until they needed me. Turns out I’m the lost heiress to a multi-billion-dollar fortune and a pawn in their sick game. They keep me locked in their seaside estate, completely at their mercy. All four of them are bullies, taking out their hatred for me in the form of punishments; each with their own reason for keeping me around. I’m sick to want them. It’s dangerous to need them.