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Yo era la posesión más preciada de mi padre, protegida y obediente. Pero cuando me prometió a Viktor Sokolov—un hombre quince años mayor que yo, tan temido como respetado—mi vida se convirtió en una apuesta oscura. Viktor era despiadado, un ejecutor frío con una historia empapada de sangre y traición. Sus ojos ardían con un tormento no dicho, y su toque era tanto una promesa de dolor como de placer. Me vi lanzada a un matrimonio que me ató no solo a un hombre, sino a un mundo donde la confianza era escasa y la supervivencia exigía seguir reglas brutales. Dijo que yo era suya, ...

A los diecinueve, el miedo no me era ajeno. Pero nada pudo prepararme para Ivan Romanov. Es el diablo envuelto en poder, el Pakhan de la Bratva Romanov—un hombre que podría destruirme con una sola mirada. Arrancada de mi mundo y arrojada al suyo, me convertí en su peón, su moneda de cambio en una guerra que mi hermano provocó. Ivan es despiadado, un hombre tallado en sombras y sangre, pero la tensión ardiente entre nosotros es imposible de ignorar. Me dice que soy su prisionera, que no significo nada… pero la forma en que me mira, la manera en que su toque se queda más de lo ...

🔥 OWNED BY THE CARTEL 🔥 I knew the knock at the door was a warning. I didn’t expect it to be a sentence. They came in the dead of night. Not for money. Not for retribution. For me. Valentín Montoya—the name that rules Buenos Aires like a whispered prayer and a curse. A man who doesn’t negotiate. Doesn’t forgive. And now, he owns me. My husband’s debt should have died with him, but Montoya doesn’t believe in loose ends. So I was dragged into his world, my daughter cradled in my arms, with no chance of escape. I was meant to be a prisoner. A lesson. A possession. But he ...

❖ He took me as collateral. Now, he wants my submission. ❖ I came looking for my brother. Now, I belong to a monster. Lucius Valmont. Feared king of Port Amara’s underworld. A man who doesn’t ask—he takes. Cold, ruthless, and lethal, he rules his empire with an iron grip, bending men to his will and breaking anyone who defies him. Now, I’m his prisoner. His plaything. His next obsession. He says I will kneel. That no matter how hard I fight, I will crave the chains he wraps around me. But I don’t bend. I don’t beg. And I sure as hell don’t belong to men like him. Except…...

I was my father’s prized possession, sheltered and obedient. But when he promised me to Viktor Sokolov—a man fifteen years my senior and as feared as he was respected—my life became a dark gamble. Viktor was ruthless, a cold enforcer with a history drenched in blood and betrayal. His eyes burned with unspoken torment, and his touch was both a promise of pain and pleasure. I was thrust into a marriage that bound me not just to a man but to a world where trust was scarce, and survival meant playing by brutal rules. He said I was his, that there was no escape. I fought him at every turn,...

I came back to bury my past. Instead, I walked straight into the arms of my worst nightmare. Malachim Vetrov. Ruthless. Calculated. The Pakhan of the Vetrov Bratva—a man whose name is a whispered threat in the underworld. The boy who once tormented me has become the most powerful man in Moscow, and now? He holds my fate in his hands. His offer is simple—stay under his roof, care for his daughter, and pretend the past between us never happened. But nothing with Mal is ever simple. His gaze is a silent warning, his presence a storm I can’t outrun. The man I hate is also the one I ...

❖ I was never supposed to be his. Now, I wear his ring… and his name. ❖ Marcus Drake is a monster. A king forged in blood and ruthlessness, ruling over Port Hollow’s underworld with an iron fist. He doesn’t believe in love. He doesn’t believe in mercy. And he sure as hell doesn’t believe in saving people. But when the cartel marks me for death, Marcus doesn’t just save me—he claims me. A forced marriage. A deal inked in blood. A vow I never agreed to. Now, I’m trapped in his gilded cage, suffocated by his control, tormented by the way his touch sets my body on fire. He ...

They say I chose him. Before the blood, before the lies. Before memory turned to ash. But when I wake with no past, no name I trust, and a stranger claiming to be my husband— I don’t feel love. I feel the walls closing in. Severin Accardi is a king in glass and iron. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. He says he’ll protect me. He doesn’t say from what. They call it a marriage. I call it a cage. But the more I remember, the less I know who I really was— The heiress, the weapon, the traitor. The woman who loved a monster… or became one. There’s a secret buried in our vows. A ...

🔥 CROWNED BY THE CARTEL 🔥 I was never meant to wear the crown. I was meant to plan the weddings, host the parties, and smile for the cameras. Not fight. Not kill. Not rule. But when my father was murdered, I learned the truth—fairy tales don’t exist in the cartel. And the only way to survive is to become something worse than the monsters hunting me. Diego Montiel—the brother I once loved—put a price on my head. Gabriel Sarmiento—the man I once feared—became my only chance at survival. He stole me away under the cover of night. Not for ransom. Not for mercy. For war. They ...

𝐈 was born to be a pawn in my father’s game. But he never expected the devil to claim me instead. They dressed me in silk and called it luxury. But gilded cages are still cages— and I was handed over like property… sold to a man who doesn't buy anything. He takes. Lorcan Vesper is everything I was raised to fear— ruthless, calculating, merciless. He says I belong to him now. That my father's debt has a price. And I’m it. He doesn't hurt me. Not in the way I expect. He invades my mind instead—studies my every move, controls without chains, commands without touching. And ...

They say fire cleanses. They never watched it steal the only person who ever mattered. Two years ago, I buried my sister in ash and screams—her life stolen by the same criminal empire I swore to dismantle. Now I’m back on Oʻahu, undercover, armed with ink, steel, and a name that’s not mine. Every tattoo I give brings me closer to the man who lit the match. Makoa Keahi. Ex-priest. Syndicate king. A legend carved in blood and ink with storm-gray eyes and a scar that cuts deeper than it looks. He’s everything I should hate. But the closer I get, the more I see the cracks in his empire...

At nineteen, I was no stranger to fear. But nothing could prepare me for Ivan Romanov. He’s the devil cloaked in power, the Pakhan of the Romanov Bratva—a man who could destroy me with a glance. Taken from my world and thrust into his, I became his pawn, his leverage in a war my brother ignited. Ivan is merciless, a man carved from shadows and blood, yet the crackling tension between us is impossible to deny. He tells me I’m his captive, that I mean nothing, but the way he watches me, the way his touch lingers, speaks of a dangerous obsession neither of us can control. The deeper ...

🔥 AUCTIONED TO THE CARTEL 🔥 I was born a daughter of the cartel. Branded. Promised. A pawn in my father’s ruthless empire. I spent my life waiting for an escape. But when the walls finally closed in, freedom didn’t come. Santino Corso did. The Butcher of Buenos Aires. The man who stole me in the dead of night. Not to save me. Not to set me free. To own me. He tells me I belong to him. That I was never meant for another. That he’ll break me before he ever lets me go. But I’m done being a pawn in this world of kings. I’ll fight him. Tempt him. Manipulate him. And when the time...

🔥 CORONADA POR EL CÁRTEL 🔥 Nunca se suponía que yo llevara la corona. Se suponía que debía planear las bodas, organizar las fiestas y sonreír para las cámaras. No luchar. No matar. No gobernar. Pero cuando asesinaron a mi padre, descubrí la verdad: los cuentos de hadas no existen en el cártel. Y la única forma de sobrevivir es convertirse en algo peor que los monstruos que me persiguen. Diego Montiel —el hermano al que una vez amé— puso precio a mi cabeza. Gabriel Sarmiento —el hombre al que una vez temí— se convirtió en mi única esperanza de sobrevivir. Me robó ...

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🔥 SUBASTADA AL CÁRTEL 🔥 Nací siendo hija del cártel. Marcada. Prometida. Una pieza más en el imperio despiadado de mi padre. Pasé mi vida esperando una salida. Pero cuando las paredes finalmente se cerraron, la libertad no llegó. Santino Corso sí lo hizo. El Carnicero de Buenos Aires. El hombre que me robó en plena noche. No para salvarme. No para liberarme. Sino para poseerme. Dice que le pertenezco. Que nunca estuve destinada a otro. Que me romperá antes de dejarme ir. Pero ya estoy harta de ser un peón en este mundo de reyes. Lo enfrentaré. Lo tentaré. Lo manipularé. Y...

Je suis née fille du cartel. Marquée. Promise. Un pion dans l’empire impitoyable de mon père. J’ai passé ma vie à attendre une échappatoire. Mais quand les murs ont fini par se refermer, la liberté n’est pas venue. Santino Corso lui… il est venu. Le Boucher de Buenos Aires. L’homme qui m’a enlevée en pleine nuit. Il ne m’a pas enlevée pour me sauver, ni pour me libérer, mais pour me faire sienne. Il me dit que je lui appartiens. Que je n’ai jamais été destinée à un autre. Qu’il me brisera avant même de penser à me laisser partir. Mais j’en ai fini ...

They say sin finds you when your soul is pure. I was raised to pray, to obey, to stay untouched. Twenty years in Catholic skirts and whispered Hail Marys— Never kissed. Never defiled. Never meant to cross paths with a devil in a tailored suit. But the night Vieri Tavano walked into my café, drenched in blood and silence, my world shattered. He took me. Not for love. Not for lust. As collateral. He swore he wouldn’t touch me… Not unless I begged him to. And God help me, I’m starting to. He’s cold, cruel, carved from shadows—and yet, I see something in his eyes. Pain. Guilt. A ...

Dicono che l’ho scelto io. Prima del sangue, prima delle bugie. Prima che la memoria si riducesse in cenere. Ma quando mi sveglio senza passato, senza un nome di cui mi fidi, e con uno sconosciuto che afferma di essere mio marito— non provo amore. Sento le pareti che si chiudono su di me. Severin Accardi è un re di vetro e ferro. Freddo. Controllato. Intoccabile. Dice che mi proteggerà. Non dice da cosa. Lo chiamano matrimonio. Io lo chiamo gabbia. Ma più ricordi riaffiorano, meno so chi fossi davvero— l’ereditiera, l’arma, la traditrice. La donna che ha amato un mostro… o ...

🔥 POSEÍDA POR EL CARTEL 🔥 Sabía que ese golpe en la puerta era una advertencia. No esperaba que fuera una sentencia. Vinieron en plena noche. No por dinero. No por venganza. Vinieron por mí. Valentín Montoya—el nombre que gobierna Buenos Aires como una oración susurrada y una maldición. Un hombre que no negocia. No perdona. Y ahora, me posee. La deuda de mi esposo debió morir con él, pero Montoya no cree en los cabos sueltos. Así que fui arrastrada a su mundo, con mi hija en brazos, sin posibilidad de escape. Se suponía que yo sería una prisionera. Una lección. Una ...