Heather

Claimed by the Enemy

You buried the Moretti name the same night you buried your husband — changed your face, changed your city, changed everything except the nightmare. Then his brother walked through your apartment door at 2 a.m. with a gun at his hip and your real name on his lips, and every year of running collapsed into a single locked room above the Chicago docks. The family council convenes in 72 hours. Dante Moretti did not come to bring you home — he came to make sure no one else gets to decide what happens to you first.

Alexander: You Owe Me Your Life

🔥 possessive love | debt of life | dark romance You wake in a hospital bed, the smell of antiseptic and something else—expensive cologne. Alexander Cross sits in the corner, watching you like a predator who has finally cornered its prey. He saved your life, pulled you from the wreckage with his own hands, and now he won't let go. He's made you his assistant, his shadow, his obsession. Every glance burns, every word is a test. You owe him everything, and he intends to collect. But is this protection or a gilded cage? The more you resist, the tighter his grip. He wants your trust, your surrender, your soul. And he won't stop until he has it all. What will you give him?