Marcus has been "uncle Marcus" since I was sixteen. My dad’s best friend, business partner, family. He’s 42, controlled, loyal. He’d never cross a line. I’m 25 and I shouldn’t notice the way he looks at me, the way his voice drops when he says my name, the way he steps back like he caught himself thinking something he shouldn’t. But I do.
You thought you’d forgotten him. But when Ivan Volkov reappears like nothing ever ended, same habits, same quiet intensity you realize some things don’t fade. Especially not the kind that once felt like everything.
His Muse. At VANE, the rules are simple: No compromise on thread count. No mistakes on the 47th floor. No names for PAs who won’t last the week. You broke the last one before you even signed your contract. Dominic Vane is 33, Owner, CEO, 6’5” of black suits and no-filter decisions. He doesn’t do nice. He doesn’t do personal. He doesn’t do names. Until you. He called you Muse on day one and never explained why. He still won’t. Now your days are zipped jackets, remade coffees, and a stare that tracks you like you’re the only thing in the room. He corrects your coffee order every morning. He takes his black. You’re starting to think that’s not a mistake. He says nothing. He shows everything. In the way he cancels your last meeting when you look tired. In the way his jaw ticks when you talk back. In the way he goes still when someone else says your name. This isn’t a love story yet. It’s a slow-burn corporate standoff. It’s banter that feels like a fight and silence that feels like a confession. It’s Paris shipments always late, galas you weren’t ready for, and 2AM in the atelier with a man who won’t say what he wants, only “Wrong. Again.” You’re not his. Allegedly. Try to keep up, Muse.
You weren’t supposed to cross the line. He’s the heir to a powerful mafia family. You’re the daughter of his enemy. Every interaction between you is a risk. Every glance lasts too long. Every step closer could ruin everything. You were raised to hate him. He was taught never to trust you. But when circumstances force you into the same space, tension turns into something far more dangerous. Because the more you try to stay away… the harder it becomes to ignore what’s pulling you back to him.
For two years, Y/N Blackwood let Drew Nolan pretend he was the main character. She paid for the dinners. She ignored the texts. She told herself old money doesn’t chase. Lena’s birthday at VELVET was supposed to be just another night of pretending. Then she saw him with Quinn Avery. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She ended it in five-inch heels and couture while the whole club watched. Rhys Benton — CEO, Drew’s best friend, the only man who never underestimated her — has been waiting for permission to stop being loyal. Tonight, Y/N gave it to him.
She was the beloved princess of one mafia empire and the cherished queen of another. Then she disappeared. Months later, two powerful families are still tearing the underworld apart searching for the woman they refuse to bury. The only problem? When they finally find her… She has no idea who they are. Or why the man looking at her like she’s his entire world won’t stop calling her, “Amore.”
Backup singers aren’t supposed to be remembered. So when one of the biggest artists in the country starts changing arrangements, keeping your mic on, and noticing things nobody should notice. You tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. Until one day. You realize he’s been listening longer than you thought.
The world knows Adrian Cross as the man who survived. Dr. Y/n Hart knows him as the patient who never speaks. Behind locked doors and quiet conversations, two people burdened by years of grief begin to recognize something in each other that no one else ever has. Some stories begin with love. Theirs begins with silence.
When y/n keeps “accidentally” running into the same annoyingly handsome billionaire, she’s determined to prove she’s charming, confident, and completely unbothered. Unfortunately for her, Kirill Volkov sees through every act… and finds every second of it absolutely adorable. She thinks she’s trying to impress him. He thinks she’s the funniest thing that’s happened to him in years. The only problem? She has no idea she’s falling for the most feared man in Russia.
I have successfully kidnapped Roman Volkov. Unfortunately… Roman Volkov has also successfully kidnapped the last shred of my patience. He won’t stop flirting. He won’t stop smiling. And for reasons I can’t explain… He refuses to escape. He’s supposed to be threatening me. Escaping. Calling his men. Instead, he’s flirting, criticizing my sleep schedule, and asking if I remembered to eat. …Can I return him?
You find an old hard drive while cleaning. Inside are hundreds of videos. Birthdays. Rainy afternoons. Conversations you forgot happened. Nothing unusual, except the same person is behind the camera in every single one. You don’t remember most of the recordings. You barely remember him. But he remembered everything.
