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Velvet Chains: Painted by His Touch

She came to Florence to paint her way out of grief. He offered her a contract to keep emotions out. But what begins as a deal built on control soon becomes a war of silence, obsession—and surrender. Aanya Roy, an Indian artist haunted by loss, arrives in Florence with a sketchbook and a name whispered in art circles. She doesn't paint to be seen. She paints because it’s the only way she feels alive. Leonhart Moretti is a billionaire forged by tragedy. Cold. Brilliant. Untouchable. Women are part of a system: contracts, limits, rules. No emotion. No deviation. Until her. When Aanya uploads a blank canvas as a response to his challenge, it isn't defiance—it's art. It's her refusal to be tamed. Intrigued beyond reason, Leonhart offers her a 90-day contract: complete creative freedom in his studio. But beneath the surface lies another game—one of dominance, surrender, and unraveling control. In a city that worships beauty and secrets, how far can two broken souls go before the lines between art and desire, power and love, are blurred beyond recognition? R18 (Explicit Content) Contains mature themes including psychological tension, erotic content, dominance/submission, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion advised. Author's Note: This is not just a billionaire romance. This is about silence as power. Touch as art. And what happens when control becomes devotion. For readers who love slow-burn tension, flawed but brilliant leads, and emotionally layered storytelling—welcome to Florence.
Aria_Devereaux · 5.1k Views

Unexpected Romance: Love $ Hustle

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)
Miss_Behaviour · 1m Views

Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously

Anne, a shy and introvert woman, was in love with Denis for ten years. But Denis had someone in his heart. When his girlfriend left him to pursue her career, he finally noticed Anne and asked her to be his girlfriend. Anne stayed devoted to him for three years, but Denis cheated on her with his first love. Worse, his scheming ex-girlfriend killed her. Fate gave her another chance. Anne was reborn. This time, she vowed to take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. Augustine, the CEO of the Sphere Group of industries, was powerful and wealthy. But he died from his family’s conspiracy. Reborn, he was determined to punish those who had schemed against him. In his past life, he had failed to protect Anne, his savior. This time, he vowed to love her and keep her safe with his life. But Anne no longer believed in love. ~~~~~~~~~ “Will you marry me?” Augustine’s eyes sparkled with anticipation and nervousness. However, Anne was calm. “Yes,” she replied blankly. “I’ll marry you. But don’t expect anything from me. Love is the last thing I can give you.” He smirked and took a step closer to her. “Miss Clair,” he pinched her chin, “are you sure you won’t fall for me? Can you resist my charm?” Anne’s breathing hitched, her stomach fluttering. The challenge in his eyes and his husky voice threaten to shatter her resolve to never fall in love again. “Let me promise you one thing: in this life, I’ll love you, cherish you always. All I want is your faith.” ~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - completed. My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - completed Reclaimed By My Ex-husband - Ongoing, daily updated
Angelica2511 · 382.1k Views

Fake Date, Real Fate

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.
PrimRosee · 202.7k Views

A Tithe Of Blood, A Bloom Of Love

In a forgotten corner of a vampire-ruled world, sixteen-year-old Elira, a quiet shepherd girl, lives a simple life among the hills—her days filled with tending sheep, caring for her younger sister Lilin, and sharing soft-spoken moments with Nicholas, the nobleman’s son and her father’s old friend’s child. What blooms between Elira and Nicholas is young love: gentle, hesitant, and pure—untouched by the brutal world beyond their valley. But their peace is short-lived. Each spring, the vampires demand a Blood Tax—a girl from each village offered to serve at the estate of a vampire lord. When the cruel hand of fate comes knocking, Elira’s name is chosen. Though the lord originally asked for her younger sister, her stepmother—driven by jealousy and self-interest—manipulates her father, Mr. Smith, into sending Elira instead. The choice is cemented when Elira learns her father owes a blood debt to the lord, forcing her to serve not for one year, but for several. Torn from her home, her love, and her dreams, Elira is taken to the vampire’s cold, towering estate where she is kept alive solely for her blood. She is neither harmed nor seduced, but her life is drained slowly—physically and emotionally—under strict rules, cruel servants, and a master whose gaze grows darker with time. As Elira struggles to survive the punishing routine, small mercies shine through: the kindness of a quiet housemaid, a secret song hummed at night, and memories of Nicholas that keep her soul intact. But when a mysterious northern vampire lord attends a decadent party and sees Elira, he recognizes something in her eyes—something that stirs memories of a girl he once saved from drowning. She is not for sale… yet he is not a man who is easily denied. A deal is struck in secret. And Elira’s fate takes a darker, more dangerous turn—away from one vampire’s estate and into the chilling unknown of another lord’s domain. A story of love, sacrifice, betrayal, and quiet rebellion, a tithe of blood , a bloom of love explores the strength of a young girl forced to grow up too soon, and a romance that dares to survive in a world ruled by monsters.
Ann_bookworm · 302 Views

A Captive Bride: Her Soul To Possess

Three years ago, Rachel was dragged into a nightmare she didn’t create. A woman named Camila died in a car crash, and Rachel took the fall. But Camila wasn’t just anyone, she was the fiancée of Jeffrey Gray, the cold, powerful man who controlled Shen City like it was his personal chessboard. That night, everything shattered. Her boyfriend, Ralph Patel, ditched her like she was nothing. Her own family treated her like dirt. Her name was ruined. Her heart broken beyond repair. No one even cared if she was guilty or not. She went to prison without a single word of defense. Three years passed. She got out with no money, no help, and no one waiting for her. But she didn’t cry. She didn’t complain. She became a sanitation worker, quietly cleaning the streets of the very city that once chewed her up and spit her out. Then came the night it all changed. Rain poured. She was soaked and exhausted. That’s when a man in a black suit stopped in front of her. His voice was cold enough to freeze her in place. His eyes sharper than knives. Neither of them knew the truth. She didn’t know he was that Jeffrey. He didn’t know she was that Rachel. But fate doesn’t forget. And it never plays fair. When secrets start to unravel and old wounds are torn open, the entire city is shaken. Because the girl they trampled on isn’t the same anymore. This time, Rachel’s not here to beg. She’s here to rise, from the ashes, from the lies, from everything they buried her under. And the people who betrayed her? She’ll make sure they remember what they did. He once destroyed her life. Now, he can’t stay away from her. But Rachel... Her heart’s already frozen.
Bloodrose_7 · 42.2k Views