Author kelvin

Imagine being forced to marry your father's enemy and bam! He turns out to be your lost lover and the father of your secret baby... That was exactly Anya Sokolov; 21 years old daughter of a corrupt Russian politician; educated, sharp-tongued, but emotionally neglected. When her father struck a deadly deal with the Russian Bratva, she became collateral, an unwilling bride for the Vetrov family heir. But Anya had no idea that the groom was 38 years old Nikolia Vetrov, a man she despised and yet longed to see again. Four years earlier, he had saved her life. And while she was under his protection, she fell for him. They shared a night of passion, but after that he disappeared, abandoned her, and that was when her hatred for him began. It would have been easier to forget him if she didn't turn up pregnant weeks later. To protect the future of her unborn child, she kept his existence a secret, even from her own family. But now he was back, with a Bratva ring, a deadly proposal, and eyes that burned like sin. To save her father's empire, she must marry the man who ruined her. The devil with silver hair; He was cold, ruthless and unforgiving. And when he discovers the child she swore to protect from his world... all hell will break loose. What happens when the man she should hate becomes the only one who ever truly saw her? And she in turn became his one true obsession.

Crystal; a seventeen years old girl, kind, intelligent and brave. As a waitress in a restaurant, she had been living a casual life with her stepparents and she didn't have any problems, at least not until she met Logan The Alpha werewolf always made her body react strangely with his presence. She was curious to figure out why that happens so she stalked Logan Logan became disgusted with her thinking she was only doing it to become his Luna, he despised her for that. On a full moon night, they bump into each other and end up having a one-night-stand. This led to the birth of Aidan However, Logan didn't know about the child, he left the country after the regretful one night stand. He returns after 3years and bumps into Crystal. he intends to punish her and the first step to achieving that goal was making her work for him. Crystal was worried that Logan would harm her child, so she hid him away Their love-journey wasn't an easy one, not when they've a vampire as a rival. Crystal possessed a special power and he wanted it. An Alpha's daughter who intends to separate them so she can become Luna.

An innocent small town girl, desperate to get a job, Annabel finds herself torn between the devil and the deep blue sea. But there is no sweeter devil than Maxwell Blackwood; the CEO of Blackwood precious stones and jewelries. One of the biggest jewelry manufacturing and marketing company in the states To be offered the job of a personal assistant to the CEO himself, Annabel has to surrender herself to a life of sexual exploit and abuse; she is required to be a plaything for the Billionaire CEO. At first, she was just expected to an obedient sub, a tool for pleasure, no emotions attached, but what happens when fate plays a silly game with the duo? A controlling, proud, and ironically over protective CEO, and a wide-eyed, roguish, annoying young lady; would it ever work out? With her ever complicated life, Annabel finds herself in a dilemma when Mr. Blackwood wants her to be more than just his plaything. What more could be to that? How can the bad boy fall in love? And what happens when mini Blackwood comes into the picture? Anna’s life as a small town girl experienced a drastic change, perhaps there was more to her story?

It was Valentine`s day; the day of love. Arianna had gone out with for a date with her boyfriend, she was expecting him to pop the question tonight but instead, he did the exact opposite. He announced that the relationship was not working and he couldn't push on anymore. So he walked out of her life and out of the country as well. She was broken, ended up in a bar where she intended to drink away her sorrows. She got tipsy and that's when Mr. handsome stranger showed up. The both ended up in a hotel room and the next morning before she could wake up, he was gone. Only if she knew that the one night stand would lead to an unexpected pregnancy. She was pregnant for someone whose name she didn't even know, a complete stranger. Six months later, she bumps into a magazine with his picture "Oliver Gomez; Business man of the year" That's when she realizes that her Baby`s Daddy Is Mr. CEO!! She confronts him but the billionaire CEO denies it, however she is not going to give up, not without a fight.

"Here comes chubby." "Fatty." "Ugly." "She's waddling." "You're going to break the chair, you're so fat." Nearly everyone in Elsa Quinn's life had judged her because of her weight. Her fellow students at school, her parents-even though they tried to be nicer about it, no matter how many times a person suggested a diet, it still hurt. No, that was wrong. It was her mother, not her father, who cared about her weight. But what happens when the school's most handsome boy falls helplessly in love with her? Is he going to put his reputation at stake for the sake of his feelings? Find out!!

Find-somewhere-else-to-sit-I-don't-relate-with-people-from-the-slums!" Those were his first words to her. She regretted meeting him, and even thinking of him as cute, how can a human be so mean, rude and snobbish. Meet Audrey Kathleen, a young girl of sixteen, very lively, very jovial and friendly. She is from a poor family, well not exactly a poor family because her supposed Father is a very rich man but unfortunately he abandoned her mom and she while she was still a foetus. So she was born as a poor girl with a rich father who she wasn't fortunate enough to meet. Audrey after moving to a new home and school gets to meet Simon; The arrogant son of the school founder; Mr Anderson; popularly known as Mr Wealthy due to his massive net worth. Being the son of the richest man in Wearous (WEAthy and prospeROUS) estate, he doesn't want anything to do with the middle class fools, but there is a cog change in the wheel of his life when he meets Audrey. The strange thing about love is that it doesn't ask for permission, it doesn't care about background, class, status or fame, and just like death...it's inevitable. What happens when the famous son of Mr Wealthy falls head over heels in love with the girl from the slums, meanwhile her best friend Kyle is also in love with her therefore creating a complicated love triangle that puts important relationships at stake Things get even more complicated when the mystery behind her father's disappearance is unveiled and the Simon's real identity is discovered. Audrey is left to battle it all, her feelings! Her relationships! And her family, but as they say, love is indeed the greatest!!

Welcome to Westham; An extraordinary world with extraordinary inhabitants A world where so many myths and legends exist...be it witches, wizards, sorcerers, giants, amazons, Elves and so much more. But our major concern here is her; Meet kirana Mckzene, princess and sole heir to the witches (and wizard) kingdom, one of the ten mighty kingdoms in Westham In a bid to protect the ancient seal from her evil dad "king Mckzene" who sought its power to take over their entire world Kirana accompanied by her psycho bestie Reenie is compelled to leave Westham in possession of the seal, and guess where she escaped to... Well...it's no other planet than our very own earth. How would she cope in this new world? With this new people and what becomes of the ancient seal? Well...find out for yourself Now let's forget about the pretty witch and talk about our Mr. Handsome... In Sidney town, somewhere in Canada...meet Bill Cliff Handsome, carefree and arrogant son of the mayor, he is quite a flirt...but don't blame that on him, cuz ninety percent of the girls in Sidney town drool over him They don't miss a chance to get intimate with him; however they become past tense after a night on his bed Sex and get paid off...no emotions attached. Well the arrival of this extraordinary princess brings about a cog change in the wheel of his life. He slowly and gradually falls in love with her But what happens to their spectacular love story when her ex boyfriend; A prince of the elf kingdom makes his way to earth What chances does this human have against the supernatural being? Who is going to win her heart and what becomes of Westham? Find out in this action thrilling romantic and supernatural fiction

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."

My eyes struggled open, but a heavy weight held them shut. I was paralyzed, trapped in a cold hospital room, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor a cruel reminder of my mother's death. I, Elena Vitiello, who controlled everything, was now helpless, reduced to a slab of meat. Then I heard his footsteps. Dante. My husband, my anchor. But his voice was chillingly devoid of warmth as he ordered, "Do not increase the dosage. I will not risk damaging the organ's viability." The organ. My mind went blank, ice filling my veins. Trapped and unable to move, I realized Dante saw me only as a "political placeholder," never loving me. He was having my kidney removed, carved from my body like livestock, to save his mistress, Sofia-the woman whose messes I'd cleaned for ten years. His hand, usually my comfort, smeared away my tear with sheer disgust. The scalpel tore into my flesh, a blinding, white-hot agony. Every tug and pull hollowed me out, stripping away my potential, my love, my future. How could the man I bled for reduce me to a mere object, a spare part for his true love? The sheer insult of it fueled a volcanic rage. As my kidney was lifted out, the final illusion of our marriage shattered completely. My fear dissolved, replaced by a chilling, absolute calm. The darkness that embraced me was not defeat, but the coiling silence of a viper preparing to strike. This kidney was not a sacrifice. It was the down payment for Dante Moretti's life.

Kelvin held her wrist and pulled her into a room in the hotel. "What are you doing?" Amelia asked, trying to tug at him. "Don't pretend you don't want this too." He said, rubbing his thumb at her hard nipples threatening to tear out of her dress, his eyes watching as her body responded to him. He held her neck in the most seductive way and pinned her against the wall. His hand went up under her black dress tracing her skin in a calculated path, as his fingers touched her already soaked pants, Amelia let out a soft moan and pulled him closer with a kiss. *** Amelia found herself getting married to her ex-fiancé's brother, it was an almost perfect revenge. Only to find herself wrapped deeper in the evil hands of the brothers. Would she ever be able to get her revenge and find her true love? Explore a tale of romance, suspense, treachery, and love. The fascinating novel 'For Her Sake' will have you reading until the very last page.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

I was the dutiful wife of Julian, a ruthless Capo in the Chicago Syndicate. Six months ago, my convoy was ambushed by a rival cartel. While I lay bleeding out on the cold floor of the car, my husband was on the phone with his mistress, Mia. "Lock your doors, stay inside," he told her, never once asking if I was alive. I survived, only to watch him flaunt his betrayal. He brought his mistress into our home, booked her luxury suites in Tokyo, and bought her massive diamonds with Syndicate funds. When I refused to play the part of his obedient, blind wife, he publicly humiliated me and orchestrated rumors to isolate me. He thought I was just collateral, a powerless figurehead he could control and eventually discard to settle his debts. I had endured this loveless marriage to survive in the family, yet he treated me worse than dirt while elevating a mistress who knew nothing of our world. I was suffocating in a cage of neglect, enraged by the audacity of a coward who broke every sacred vow. So, I took off my vulgar wedding ring and left it on his bathroom sink. I picked up my phone and sent a message to Dante Falcone, the exiled heir who had stitched my flesh back together in secret. This time, I chose to burn my husband's empire to the ground.

I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.

On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes. She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia." Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours. He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity. But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture." I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her. And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm. Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite. He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet. He is wrong. I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door. And I changed the groom. As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears. The Reaper.

My husband swallowed a ten-year prison sentence to save me from my abusive stepfather. When he got out, he built a mafia empire and made me his Queen. But last night, his encrypted tablet lit up with an ultrasound photo and a text from another woman. "Our little secret is growing." The mistress soon called to mock me. She was pregnant, while I had been barren for four years. When I confronted my husband, he didn't apologize. Instead, he assigned heavily armed guards to protect her and burned my divorce papers with his cigar. "The only exit from this Family is death," he warned. The nightmare deepened when I uncovered her true identity. The mistress was my half-sister, and her mastermind was the mother who had abandoned me at six. My husband knew. He even whispered our sacred vow to her-"I will shield you from the blood"-the exact words he used when I lost our child on a freezing concrete floor for his syndicate. I took bullets for him. I waited a decade outside those prison gates. Yet he used my absolute loyalty to lock me in a cage, handing my crown to the family that threw me to the wolves. He thought I was just a helpless wife, entirely dependent on his mercy. He didn't know I was Vanguard, the shadow billionaire controlling the very lifelines of his empire. I calmly picked up my phone and called my head operative. "Liquidate his supply chains. Let's see whose empire turns to ash first."