In the dark underbelly of Philadelphia, two opposing crime families-the Morgans and the Rinaldis-have maintained a tenuous peace. However, when a merciless Japanese gang executes the killings of their leaders to instigate turmoil, the equilibrium of power breaks, sending the city into a lethal battle of trickery, treachery, and vengeance. Sierra Morgan, the unacknowledged and overlooked daughter of the Morgan clan, is plunged into a perilous task: wed Dominic Rinaldi, the icy and strategic new Don of Il Condottiero, and deceive him for the sake of her vengeful half-siblings. It's a task she cannot decline, but as Sierra enters the foe's lair, she realizes that Dominic is not the cold-hearted villain she thought he was. Underneath his harsh facade exists a man marked by grief, allegiance, and hidden truths. As their arranged marriage develops into an unforeseen situation, Sierra feels conflicted between her allegiance to her family and the increasing emotions she harbors for the man she was meant to ruin. But betrayal runs deep on both sides, and when shocking truths emerge-including a secret child, forbidden affairs, and an insidious mole within the Rinaldi clan-Sierra realizes the true enemy may not be who she thought. With bloodshed escalating and time running out, Sierra must make an impossible choice: protect the man she loves or betray him to save herself. Can love survive in a world where loyalty is bought with blood, and betrayal is just another business transaction? A story of forbidden love, power struggles, and shocking twists, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
"Harder! Harder!! Please go harder!!!" The clapping sound of flesh on flesh could be heard accompanying the aforementioned screams of pleasure which were coming from Sierra's bedroom. "Right there!! That's the spot, Hmm.." she moaned. She couldn't contain her scream, as she was being bent over her reading table which had a mirror on the wall by it, and so, as her insides were getting pounded by the organ of the hot, white hunk who was standing behind and drilling her, she could only view the action from a third person perspective through the mirror.
"Ohh God!!!!" She screamed a few moments later, as she arrived at the peak of the sexual activity. This yelp was followed by uncontrollable, spasmodic vibrations in her body, and for a moment, it looked as though she was having a convulsion: She went pink, the blacks of her eyes disappeared, leaving only the eerie whites, and all her veins were super visible and looking as though they would pop out of her skin, and her mouth was wide open, like a fish fresh out of water and struggling to survive. "Your payment is on the table, take it as you leave", she said weakly to the man as he got dressed and prepared to leave. She was now sitting on her bed, stark naked, her red hair looking ragged and disheveled, and she, as drained as drained could be. The noise of heels tapping on the marble surface resonated in the vacant penthouse. Sierra Morgan rested her weight on her bed as she stared through her floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of wine sitting loosely on her bedside desk. The lights of the city beneath became a blur in her sight. Or perhaps it was the crying. She glanced back at the noise of rustling behind her as the man responded. "Okay, thanks.." He acknowledged without even looking at her, more intent on getting his clothes on, his pay in his pocket, and his feet out of there. He was twisted into a very tight position while trying to lace up his shoes, and it surprised her how he didn't even look fatigued or spent. He probably did this a lot. As Sierra watched him, she began to get some crazy ideas in her head, and although she knew that what she was about to say was hardly sensible, she couldn't help herself. "Could we...you know meet sometime?" Sierra suggested quietly, as though there was someone else in the room she didn't want to hear it. He turned then, his expression devoid of the charm that had lured her in earlier that evening. His eyes-cold, calculating-swept over her as though she were just another piece of expensive furniture in the room. "Next time," he said, his voice low and biting, "don't call me. Don't call anyone." Sierra's grip on her duvet tightened. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "This whole thing. The Sex, the desperation, heck you even offered to pay me more to go to dinner with you every weekend. It's pathetic." He gestured toward her with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You. The money. The desperation. It's all just... sad." Her breath halted in her throat. "You... you didn't appear to find it pathetic when I presented you that bundle of money." "Sure, but," he said with a shrug, taking his jacket from the chair, "cash is cash. Doesn't mean I must show respect to the person giving it to me." Sierra attempted to speak, but no sounds emerged. She watched him put on his jacket and head towards the door. "Don't waste your time calling me again," he remarked over his shoulder, his tone conclusive. "Make sure you lock the doors behind you." The door banged closed before she managed to speak. Sierra stayed silent for what felt like hours. The glass of wine stayed untouched, teetering on the edge of the table. Her hands trembled while she recalled his words in her thoughts. Just then a call came in. Sierra in a scurry rushed towards the phone and picked up hoping it was the guy she just had a one-night stand with coming back to apologize. "Hello!". There was a long silence on the phone, followed by an eerie slow breathing. "Hello? Who is this?" Sierra asked now convinced that this was not the guy. There was a pause on the other side for an instant before a deep, warped voice spoke. "Miss Morgan?" Her stomach twisted. "Who is this?" "Doesn't matter," the voice replied. "You need to come with us." Her blood ran cold. "Come with you? What are you talking about? Who-" The line went dead. She looked at the phone, her heart racing in her chest. She rose, her feet gently brushing the floor as she approached the door to inspect the lock. Just as she was about to arrive, the lights in the penthouse blinked and went out, shrouding the space in shadows. "Hello?" Her voice trembled. "Who is it?" The noise of breaking glass windows startled her. She turned quickly, her gaze flicking to where the sound came from. Shadows flickered on the walls as shapes approached her. "Stay away!" she yelled, snatching the closest item-a decorative vase-off the table. Her hands trembled as she lifted it protectively. "Miss Morgan," one of the masked figures remarked, his tone composed, nearly teasing. "Don't complicate this more than necessary." "Leave my home!" she shouted, hurling the vase. It broke apart upon hitting the wall, failing to reach its aim. The man let out a sigh. "Wrong answer." Before she had a chance to respond, another figure emerged from behind her, robust arms encircling her waist and securing her arms firmly against her body. She flailed and yelled, but it was futile. A fabric was pressed onto her face, causing the surroundings to start to fade. Without fear of contradicting anything, Sierra moved and sensed movement close by. Her head hurt, her wrists seemed to ache at the joints, and she could taste iron in her mouth. She blinked, swung her head around trying to take in the event, and found as much as possible that it was dark. The atmosphere was dense and weighed down by the scent of leather and gasoline. All at once, a wave of terror swept through her as she understood she was confined in the car's trunk. "Help!" she shouted, pounding on the walls of the trunk. "Please let me out!" None of her muted calls received any response. The car hit a bump, and she hit her head on the side. She flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks as fear conquered her. Sierra woke up feeling motion. Her head throbbed, her wrists hurt, and she could taste metal in her mouth. Blink. Try to understand her environment, but all she could perceive was darkness. The atmosphere was when tense, and thick with the smell of gasoline and leather. "Hello?" she choked hoarsely, her voice cracking. "Where... where are you taking me?" "Be quiet," one of the men retorted. They brought her into a softly lit room and carelessly placed her in a chair. Her arms were swiftly bound, the coarse rope digging into her flesh. She blinked, attempting to concentrate on the shapes before her. Two men, almost indistinguishable, with defined features and piercing gazes, looked down at her. Their likeness was extraordinary-twins. "Who... who are you guys? What do you want?" she murmured. The man on the left smirked. "Hunter," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. He nodded toward the other man. "And that's Ryder. We're your brothers." Her heart skipped a beat. "What? No... I don't have brothers." Hunter chuckled, leaning closer. "Oh, but you do, Sierra. Daddy dearest didn't tell you, huh? Figures." She shook her head, trying to make sense of his words. "My father... he's dead." "Yeah," Hunter said, his smirk fading. "We know. That's why you're here." Sierra's breath hitched. "What do you mean?" Ryder, who had remained silent until now, crossed his arms and spoke. "Arthur Morgan. Your father. He had a habit of spreading his wealth... and his seed. You're one of many, sweetheart." "That's not true," she said, her voice shaking. "My mother... she told me-" "She lied," Hunter interrupted, his tone sharp. "She wanted you to believe you were special. That the money came from some magical trust fund. But the truth is, Daddy paid for your life. Every last penny." Sierra's stomach churned. "Why... why are you telling me this now?" "Because," Hunter said, his smirk returning, "the free ride is over. Daddy's dead. And now, it's time for you to earn your keep." She stared at him, horrified. "What are you talking about?" Ryder stepped forward, his expression cold. "We need you to do something for the family." Sierra shook her head. "No. I don't owe you anything." Hunter's grin became malicious. "Oh, but you actually do. You have been relying on your father's money for years. It is time to return the favor." Tears flowed down her cheeks. Hunter leaned in close, his face inches from hers. "You're going to marry Dominic Rinaldi." Her heart stopped. "What?" "You heard me," he said, his voice icy. "Dominic killed our father. And you... you're going to help us destroy him." Sierra's head spun. "I can't... I won't-" "You don't have a choice," Hunter snapped, his voice filled with venom. "You either do this, or you lose everything. Your money, your home... your life." She sobbed, shaking her head. "Please... don't do this." Hunter straightened, his expression cold. "Stop crying. You're a Morgan. Start acting like it." Sierra's tears streamed down more intensely, yet she could tell in his gaze that he was indifferent. The life she was familiar with had come to an end.
Johnny Lance was once an ordinary man with an extraordinary sense of responsibility. Growing up in the suburbs of New Veritas, he became the protector and provider for his younger sister, Claire, after their parents' tragic death. Despite the hardships, Johnny built a modest life with his wife, Elena, and their young daughter, Lily. His dreams were simple: to give his family a better future. But the cracks in his life began to show when he risked everything to start a business with his charismatic best friend, Marcus Blackwood. What began as a partnership built on trust and ambition turned into betrayal. Marcus and Elena's affair destroyed Johnny's marriage, and Marcus's ruthless business tactics forced Johnny out of his own company. Left with nothing-no family, no fortune, and no purpose-Johnny spiraled into despair. He moved into a dingy apartment on the outskirts of New Veritas, drowning in bitterness and regret. His longing to be reunited with his daughter, Lily, was the only light in his dark world. One night, in a drunken and reckless state, Johnny attempted to drive to see Lily, but a devastating car accident left him bleeding out on the brink of death. In his final moments, a mysterious message appeared in his mind: *"The Seven Deadly Sins System of Wealth has chosen you. Do you accept?"* Desperate for any semblance of hope or power, Johnny accepted. The system granted him his first ability: **Greed**, the power to see and manipulate opportunities for personal gain. With this newfound ability, Johnny rose from the ashes of his former life, using the system's powers to amass unimaginable wealth and influence. His first act of "Greed" involved manipulating a failing stock, turning himself into a millionaire overnight.
In a tale of revenge, rebirth, and romance, Ashlyn Knight rises from the ashes of public humiliation to become one of the most powerful figures in the business world. After being betrayed at her wedding by her fiancé Christopher White and his mistress Penelope, Ashlyn transforms through a strategic marriage to mysterious billionaire Richard Walker, who shares a connection to her past life as a military commander named Hannah. Ashlyn methodically dismantles the White and Knight families' empires, revealing dark secrets including Penelope's involvement in her mother's death and Christopher's illegitimate status. Her revenge plot takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she's actually Steven White's granddaughter through his illegitimate daughter, giving her a legitimate claim to both family empires. Richard, initially a partner in her revenge scheme, proves to be more than just an ally. Their marriage of convenience evolves into a powerful love story as they discover their shared past lives - he was a fellow commander who failed to protect Hannah in their previous existence and has spent this life making amends. The story climaxes at the International Business Summit, where Christopher's desperate attempt to destroy the couple backfires spectacularly. Multiple confrontations lead to Penelope's arrest, Christopher's imprisonment, and the public recognition of Ashlyn's birthright. In a dramatic moment, Richard renews their vows, transforming their tactical alliance into a declaration of true love. The narrative concludes with Ashlyn and Richard's unified empire becoming a model of ethical business leadership. They establish a foundation in her mother's name, helping others who face similar injustices. Their story becomes legendary in both business and social circles, proving that the sweetest revenge isn't just in destroying enemies, but in building something greater from the ashes of trauma while finding true love along the way.
In *Covenants of Chaos*, **Lucas Kane** is a young man fighting to survive in a world that seems determined to crush him. Overwhelmed by debt, working long hours at a dead-end delivery job, and caring for his ailing mother, Evelyn, Lucas' life takes a dark and unexpected turn when he is hit by a speeding car. The accident should have killed him, but instead, it awakens something extraordinary within him: a **Covenant**, a supernatural ability that allows him to see glimpses of the future. --- The Awakening Lucas discovers that his newfound power isn't just a blessing-it's a curse. The visions of the future are disorienting and painful, and they come with no instruction manual. Worse, his awakening doesn't go unnoticed. The Moretti crime family, to whom Lucas' family owes a large debt, takes a sudden interest in him. **Silas Moretti**, the ruthless mafia don, sees Lucas as a valuable asset in his quest for power and control. To bind Lucas to him, Silas forces Lucas into a marriage with his daughter, **Aria Moretti**, promising that this union will erase the Kane family's debt. --- The Marriage of Convenience Lucas and Aria's relationship begins with hostility and mistrust. Lucas views Aria as a privileged, untouchable mafia princess, while Aria sees Lucas as weak and desperate. However, as Lucas is dragged deeper into the Moretti family's world of crime, betrayal, and violence, he begins to see that Aria is just as much a victim of her father's ambition as he is. She despises her father's empire and dreams of escaping his control. Their shared desire for freedom becomes the foundation for an unlikely partnership.
In a distant future, society on the New Terra is sharply divided by wealth and power. Alec Carter, a determine young man from the slums, dream of escaping his life of poverty and ridicule. His chance comes unexpectedly when he cross path with Eleanor Drake, a wealthy and influential woman. Desperate for a change, Alex agrees to marry her out of convenience and desperation to save his sick mother. Whose bills Eleanor promise to take care of as well as his education bills. However Alex will soon learn that the life of the rich and the wealthy comes with it own perils.
Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."