TheIllusionist

WARNING!!! -Explicit-
For years after Livana lost her sight, she lived in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations—engaged to the man chosen for her, confined to the shadows while he managed the empire her mother left behind. But blindness didn’t make her powerless. She heard everything. The whispers in the other room. The treachery in her fiancé’s voice. The betrayal woven into every conversation with her cousin, all caught by the devices she secretly planted.  

She had a plan to escape—one she’d crafted meticulously. Until her sister proposed something far more dangerous.  

Involve the Blackwells.

Their family’s most hated rivals. The ones Livana had been raised to despise. And the man her sister suggested? *Damon Blackwell.* The arrogant bastard who had tormented her since childhood. The same man she’d once—*against her better judgment*—ended up in bed with after being drugged and set up.  

The idea was reckless. Madness. But the thought of burning her engagement to Knox to the ground, of watching her father and stepmother’s fury as she tied herself to their enemy? Delicious.  

What she didn’t expect was Damon’s obsession.  

He was ruthless. Unhinged. Exactly what she should have anticipated from the heir to the Blackwell mafia. But Livana was no damsel. If he thought he could control her, he was wrong.  

She had her own games to play.  

And this time, she wouldn’t be the one losing.

Flash Marriage: In His Eyes

My entire body felt like it had been steamrolled. Every muscle aches, and all I wanted was to curl back into the warm comfort of my girlfriend's arms. Snuggling with Laura always made everything better—aches, exhaustion, bad dreams. But the moment I cracked my eyes open, I saw someone sitting on the sofa.

I blinked blearily. Was I still dreaming? Nope. He stood, eyes cold, and pulled out a knife.

I sat up slowly, suppressing a groan. And then I recognized him. Logan.

I let out a dry chuckle, rubbing a hand over my face. "Logan," I laughed. "I'm naked right now. Can you at least help me put something on before you kill me?"

He laughed—sharp, sarcastic, empty.

Stretching, I let out a yawn and casually flexed my sore arms. "I get it. You hated Blackwell. Fine. You can kill me—just not here, alright? And not while I'm naked. That's just rude."

After Laura