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The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess
The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess
“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…
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Divorced and Upgraded: A Second Chance with Mr. Billionaire
Divorced and Upgraded: A Second Chance with Mr. Billionaire
Paisley Windsor saw it with her own eyes—the moment her husband, William Harper, kissed her sister-in-law. In that instant, three years of marriage unraveled like a cruel joke. It hadn't been love. It had been a performance—and she was the only one who didn't know she was acting. She had given up everything: her name, her ambitions, her voice. All to become what he once called a "decorative vase." Beautiful. Silent. Useless. Her patience had earned her no love, no loyalty—only his contempt. And every time he smiled at her sister-in-law... every time he dismissed her pain with cold detachment... the truth cut deeper: Those who are loved walk freely. Those who aren't move carefully—across the shards of their own broken self-worth. When the weight of disappointment could no longer be borne, she asked for a divorce. Not in fury. In quiet surrender. But William refused. Not for her. For the other woman's reputation. Watching him shield someone else with a tenderness he never once offered her, Paisley let the last ember of hope die in silence. "William Harper," she said, her voice level, her eyes like frost. "We're done." She walked away—no vows, no apologies, no backward glance. And then, piece by piece, she rebuilt. She reclaimed her name. Sharpened her skills. And rose from the ruins with nothing left to prove—and nothing left to lose. Just as she stepped fully into the life she'd carved for herself, he appeared again—eyes bloodshot, voice raw with regret. "Paisley, I was wrong," he whispered. "Give me another chance." She looked at him—no anger, no sorrow. Just a still, glacial calm. Then handed him an envelope. "My wedding," she said. "You're welcome to sit in the front row."
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