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My life doesn’t belong to me. First, my stepfather seized control over our family, then I ended up in the hands of a vile fat man who wanted a doll for his sexual pleasures. Fortunately, the fat man passed away, and now my fate depends on his young nephew. A small hope has sparked in me that I might negotiate with this man and bargain for my freedom. But will he agree to let me go? Or will he keep me as a trophy?

- Why do you need me? You had an agreement for Khrystyna. Why test me too? - I like to cover my bases, - he slides an intrigued gaze over me. – And as you can see, not without reason. Your sister didn’t suit me; she’s ready to spread her legs for the first guy who buys her a cocktail. So, you will be my wife. - I don’t want to. I didn’t agree to this. Let me go. - Little girl, don’t you get it? There’s no going back. Consider yourself sold by your uncle. And you cost me a lot, considering how much money he borrowed from me. So, you’d better be good and worth that amount. - You’re insane. This is kidnapping. It’s illegal. - Don’t you know? In this city, I am the law, - he snaps at me, and I freeze. – So, sit quietly.

My life crumbled like a rotten tooth trying to bite into a walnut. My fiancé and I split up, my workplace went bankrupt, and on top of it all came the autumn blues and non-stop gloom. It felt like the absolute end of the line. But a single phone call changed everything. I packed my bags and bolted to the capital to chase a better destiny. Truth is, I had barely stepped off the train before disaster found me again...

Once, I lived the right way. I never allowed myself too much. I was the girl people were proud of. And then I was broken. So I made a decision — to be wrong. A club. A night with a stranger. A world where everything is for sale — except feelings. I was supposed to survive. Instead, I began to rise. Everyone wanted me. And soon, I started wanting it too. But when people reach for you, there is always someone ready to pull you under. This is not just an erotic story. It is a story about a fall that looks like a rise. And about the question that hurts until the very last page: What if love is just another game?

Over four years, they had exchanged only a few sentences, all of them about their studies. Stas never noticed the modest Yasmin, and she deliberately ignored the popular classmate. But New Year’s night, and one accidental innocent kiss, change absolutely everything. A sudden rush of passion sweeps away both their sensible objections. What kind of spell is this? They aren’t in love. Right? In his eyes, dark as sin, there was an entire unknown world. And she was there too. In his eyes. She had never felt so visible before. “I’m not in love,” she suddenly blurted out, surprising even herself, though not a single muscle in her face moved. Only her fingers pressed harder into the papers. “No?” She shook her head. Stas answered with that predatory smile he kept first in his arsenal.

Milena Hope forgets neither promises… nor betrayal. With her dreams shattered and her heart torn apart, she’s learned how to rise. The sweet, innocent girl is long gone. Now she’s a strong woman—one who refuses to kneel again before the family that mocked her love and crushed her loyalty. Belhor Leone doesn’t forgive. And he never forgets. Time has only made him colder… and more desperate for the one thing he couldn’t replace: her. Milena was his once. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make her his again— even if it means destroying her in the process.

Once, I made a very strange deal with a certain man to save my family from debts. He demanded that I bear him an heir, raise the child for the first few years, and then hand him over. I managed everything except the last point. I cannot give up the child because he is my own flesh and blood son. And I will fight for him.

Here is the translation of the provided text into English: --- “I want to talk to you.” “There’s nothing to talk about,” he says too sharply. “There is something. A month ago, we slept together.” “I didn’t know you were Petro’s daughter. I wouldn’t have touched you otherwise.” “Are you afraid of him?” “I don’t want to ruin business relations.” “I hate to disappoint you, but they’re already ruined.” “What do you mean?” he asks, grim and tense. “Artur, that night has consequences,” I say, holding my breath. “What kind?” he hisses, piercing me with a stern gaze. “This morning, I took a pregnancy test,” I pause, giving him time to process. “And it showed a positive result.”

Here is the translation of the provided text into English: --- “What are we going to do if we’re not having sex?” I sigh, disappointed. “Talk,” he replies dryly, downing his wine in one gulp and placing the empty glass on the table. “I need a beautiful and experienced girl, but not for me—for my brother.” “Why didn’t your brother come himself?” I ask, curious. “Because he doesn’t know about my intentions,” he says with a sly smile. “What other intentions? Want your little brother to have a good time?” “I want you to seduce him,” he says clearly, his eyes fixed on my cleavage. “I can see you know how to handle men. I’m sure he won’t resist you. He’ll fall for it, want to taste your body.”

— Undress. All the way. — What? — I didn’t give you permission to talk. Undress and do your job. He is the owner of a brothel. I am a ballet dancer at a small theater who dreams of leading roles on a big stage. But there is one thing that tied us together. My sister Verona’s request. To replace her at work in the brothel. She is my complete opposite, despite our identical appearance. Now I have to survive in her world, protect my future, and take care of my niece. And he stands in the way of all of it. My sister’s boss, who, after one private, wanted me more than I could ever allow. But he thinks I’m Verona. And when he learns the truth, my life will splinter into pieces. Because Alan Torres is a criminal authority who does not tolerate lies.

Esther Burkett agreed to marry a man eight years older than her to keep her inheritance. Now, three years later, she’s finally coming back into her husband’s life—ready to become more than just a paper wife. Apolo Ragnar is a notorious womanizer. His favorite hobby? Sleeping with the most beautiful girls in the city. He doesn’t care about his marriage—in fact, some days he forgets about the young girl he once swore to protect. He only married her in a moment of loyalty to the man who had once been his mentor. But everything changes when the woman who’s his wife on paper… suddenly shows up in his office.

I became his property, thinking I would just work off the money I borrowed from him. But I was wrong. He claimed my heart, and his kisses became my venom. The gripping sequel to "The Serpent's Property".

— What do you want? — I ask. He tilted his head to the side, and his gaze slid over my body, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. — I want a lot of things. But you will be enough, — he answered in a low timbre that stirred a storm inside me. — Let me go. I’m not a thing… — You’re right. No thing costs as much as you do. I held my breath when the tips of his fingers brushed a dark strand of my hair. — You’d better behave, stay quiet and obedient… — No, — I shook my head. — I won’t… In a split second his hand was at the back of my head, forcing it back. I let out a sound more from fear than from pain, and went still when the man’s face came dangerously close. — Starting today, you don’t have the right to speak. You’ll do everything I tell you. You’ll be who I tell you to be

He was my first. I sold him my virginity, hoping I’d never see him again after that night. But this man decided otherwise. He’s used to getting what he wants, and now he wants me.

- What are you doing? – I exclaim in confusion, not expecting such actions from him. - Just wondering if you’re really as sweet as your last name suggests, – he whispers, leaning forward, getting closer to my lips. – And I’m dying to find out. - Better not, – I breathe out faintly. - Why? – he asks, surprised. – Are you afraid of me? He says that. The awkwardness of the situation makes me afraid to move. His closeness is both unsettling and thrilling. - Maybe, – I admit, hoping he’ll let me go.

She only wanted peace. But summer had its own plans. And four men had theirs. Sarah is a bold, redheaded beauty who, after her fiancé’s betrayal, is dragged by her best friend to tropical islands to heal her broken heart. But at the secluded villa, where it was supposed to be just her and the sea, four tempting strangers appear — each of them a dangerous test for her heart and body. A tattoo artist with a dark past. A photographer whose eyes seem to read her soul. A silent restorer with a wild gaze. A rebellious biker who plays on the strings of desire. It was meant to be a summer of peace. Instead, it becomes a season of erotic games, jealousy… and unexpected love.

In this game of seduction, there will be no losers. A trip. She, to forget her ex. He, out of obligation. She was looking for fun. He, to satisfy his desire. They did not have the best beginning, but fate will give them a chance to meet again. And this time, he will do things differently. Will she be willing to play his game… or will she be the one setting the rules?

— You’d really do anything? — he turns to me, his face unchanged after all these years. The same man. The same intensity. — Yes… If I have to, I’ll even become a killer. — Bold claim, — he smirks. — But I don’t need that kind of service. He glances at his watch. — Time’s up. Oleksandr stands. He’s ready to leave. But I grab his hand — tightly. I won’t let him walk away. I look into his eyes and whisper, trembling: — Please. Don’t go. Life has brought me face to face with Lypovskyi again. I wish I could say I never wanted to see this man again… But life didn’t ask. It forced me to come to him.

My husband cheated on me. He broke my heart, shattered my dignity, and crushed every ounce of confidence I had left. And now… he wants to take everything from me. Even my children. To stop him— I became a plaything for two.

— Inna, calm down! — he grabs my wrists and pins them down. I can’t move. He’s too strong. — Stop it! — Get off me! Let me go! — And where exactly should I let you go? Out on the highway? So someone mistakes you for a hooker? — Why do you care? Isn’t that what I am to you? Just a whore?! — I scream, thrashing. — Let me go! — I won’t! — he growls, tightening his grip around me until it’s hard to breathe.