Priyal Dessai

“What happened to your face, Doll?” The woman behind me tenses, quickly clambering forward to answer, “She’s so fair. She blushes too easily. Truly a doll, Don.” I don’t let it slip. “Did you forget? You slapped me. And you threatened to do it again.” Zeke wasn’t expecting me to speak. I know that from the way his eyes slightly widen. “Is that true, Mrs. Mancini?” From the corner of my eyes, I watch her swallow hard, fear flooding her eyes. That’s enough admission of guilt. Zeke clicks his tongue, humming as he turns away. His voice has a dangerous edge when he says, “You should’ve told your wife, Elio. No one touches what’s mine.” Something seems to take over Elio. He shakes his head profusely, pleading, “It was a mistake! She won’t do it again.” Zeke nods once. “Oh, but punishment is necessary,” he claims plainly, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a g*n. He clicks the trigger and it goes off, lodging a bullet right in the centre of Elio’s forehead. He repeats, "No one touches what's mine." The man drops to the floor, stilling immediately. *** Camilla Dawson never expected to see the sinfully hot stranger she once hooked up with in a hospital washroom ever again. But fate—or rather, a father she never knew existed—has other plans. Now, she's bound and delivered as payment for a debt, straight into the hands of none other than Zeke Russell—the ruthless kingpin who always gets what he wants. Zeke built his empire on power and control, and he never takes no for an answer. Business or pleasure, the rules are his. It’s been years, but he’s never forgotten the woman who left him wanting more. Now, with Camilla thrust into his world as his promised bride, everything spirals into chaos. She was never supposed to matter. Yet somehow, she’s slipping past his defenses, unearthing secrets he’s buried deep—and igniting a dangerous obsession. And when enemies close in, there’s nothing he won’t do to keep her. After all, what’s one more crime in the name of love?

"I, Alec Tawr of Lunar Crest pack, reject you, Elara Wildewood, of Lunar Crest pack," he utters, his voice cutting through the silence. The words sear into my soul, and my heart shatters, broken pieces scattering within me. The pain consumes me, wrapping its icy tendrils around my spirit. “Why?” I ask, letting out a painful cry as my knees give away and I collapse to the floor. Does he think that I agreed to marry Prince Magnus willingly? That I don’t wish to be with him? “Why?” I repeat. He blinks and I see him shiver as he clenches his jaw. “Just accept the rejection, El. Make it stop,” he says, his voice sharp and hard. I allow myself to cry, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks until I’m a sobbing mess. “I can’t. I want you.” He clutches his chest and I hate to see him hurting. “It’s not possible. Please accept the reception.” And so I do it. “I, Elara Wildewood of Lunar Crest pack, accept your rejection.” ---- Elara Wildewood knows her life is doomed when she is forced to step in as the substitute bride for Magnus Blackwell, the disabled and cruel Prince of Caelondor. After she is rejected by her mate, she has no choice but to accept her fate. However, after she's wed, she finds out that the truth is not as it seems and the grand palace of Caelondor holds a lot more intrigue and secrecy than she anticipated earlier. Trapped in a web or lies and deception, Elara decides to take control of her life and trains to become stronger. As she gains the admiration of her court, she also attracts the Prince attention's who will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

On the brink of her second wedding anniversary, Natalie Jones uncovers a devastating betrayal—her husband, Michael Cooper, embraced passionately with his mistress. Confronting him in a dimly lit restaurant, Nat exposes his scheme to marry her for her father’s fortune and storms out, her heart shattered but her resolve unbroken. Ric Steward, on the other hand — billionaire and philanthropist — never expected his evening to ignite with scandal. When he sees Natalie—radiant, powerful, and on the edge of a breakdown—he’s immediately captivated. Their fiery, forbidden attraction is challenged when Ric learns she’s the daughter of a longtime friend. But that doesn’t stop Nat. It only makes her want Ric more… If she could dive into my thoughts, she'd be overwhelmed by the primal hunger burning inside me for her. “Darling, you have no idea the dirty fantasies that consume me when I think of you. Don't tease me unless you're ready to make them real,” I snarl, my control slipping as I fight to keep my darker urges at bay. Her fingers trace my jaw with a tantalising softness. Her voice is a sultry whisper, laden with challenge and desire. “Then show me just how far you're willing to go.”