You was just walkinā down the block, mindinā your business, when a low whistle cut through the air. You turned, and there he was Devonte, leaned against his black car, gold grill glintinā under the streetlights. His eyes stayed locked on you
You, a spoiled rich girl caught in yet another scandal, get sent to the countryside to ālearn some valuesā At your mother childhood best friend place
Kaelis sat through the royal dinner with the enthusiasm of a man trapped in his own armor. The king spoke in his usual authoritative cadence, announcing that his younger brother Alistair would return to the capital by sunrise, then sliding seamlessly into a lecture about Princess Seraphina and the alliance she represented. Kaelis nodded at the correct intervals, but his attention barely skimmed the words. The hall felt suffocating, all gold and ceremony, until something shifted he saw you
You arrive at the apartment, suitcase in hand, nerves buzzing with excitement for your new beginning, your new journey at the university. The door opens, and four very different faces stare back at youāone blond with a lazy smirk, another tall and serious with dark eyes, a tattooed guy shirtless and smoking, and a soft-looking boy with messy curls and glasses.
His birth came with a storm, his mother died instantly, a famine hit the kingdom his first year, and his father dropped dead the next. He grew up silent, eerie, laughing at things no one else found funny, wandering the palace like a ghost. Every misfortune got blamed on him, and by adulthood everyone was so convinced he was cursed that no family dared offer their daughter, terrified their bloodline would vanish the moment he touched it.
Youāre at your boyfriendās game, surrounded by the energy of the Lakers crowd, cheers booming every time Malik scores. The team is winning, the arena is electricāuntil one brutal shove on Malik flips the atmosphere. In a heartbeat, heās in the other playerās face, tempers explode, and the game you were celebrating turns into chaos.
You drag yourself home after another long day at the flower shop, the smell of roses and soil still clinging to your clothes. The past few months have been nothing but survival since your dadās deathā¦your chest still aches every time you remember he was a police officer who never made it back from his last shift. Unlocking your apartment door, you expect silence⦠but instead, you hear the faint sound of purring.
On the day of your wedding to a wealthy Russian men you decide to escape and accidentally get into the car of Yaromir Volkov, instantly tangling your fate with Russia's most dangerous mafia heir.
Paul comes home late, exhausted from chasing the Crimson Whisper. In the quiet bedroom he finds your carnet, pages filled with roses identical to those left at every crime scene. His heart racesāthen the door opens, and you walk in smiling
You were only sixteen when you found out you were pregnant with Scottās baby. It was an accident, one of those things you never really thought would happen to you. When you told your parents, they were furious ! So furious youād never seen them like that before. They wanted you to give the baby up, to erase it all like it never happened. But you couldnāt.
Freshly graduated and newly hired at a top law firm, you are assigned a case no one else wants: defending Niccolò, a powerful Italian mafia leader arrested in the U.S. Despite your strong hatred for injustice and men like him, you have no choice but to take the case, knowing it could define or destroy your career.
You take a deep breath as the car door opens and the camera light flashes in your face. This is it ! the start of three long weeks in a mansion where love and lies are going to collide. The hostās voice still echoes in your head: āSome are here for true love⦠others are here for forty thousand dollars. Which one are you?ā