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Between Law and Crime

Between Law and Crime

"Between Law and Crime" is a story filled with suspense, drama and romance, set in Complexo do Alemão, in Rio de Janeiro. Julia, a dedicated young law student, wins a scholarship at the renowned PUC RJ faculty and stands out for her work on community fronts in the favela. However, her life takes a dangerous turn when she meets Vitinho, the feared boss of the hill. Julia is constantly called to pick up her sister, Janete, in dangerous places, like dances and even at the bandits' HQ. During one of these trips to the HQ, she witnesses a shooting that shakes her emotionally, but also awakens Vitinho's interest in her. Thus begins a dangerous attraction between the two, putting Julia in a dilemma between love and duty. While Vitinho gets closer and closer to Julia, she finds herself torn between her promising academic life and the dangerous world of crime. Pressured by family, friends and society, she has to face surprising twists and extreme situations that threaten her safety and that of her family. As the plot unfolds, Julia becomes a key player in a confrontation between opposing forces, leading her to make difficult and dangerous decisions. The story culminates in an emotional climax, where the consequences of her choices are revealed, challenging her courage and determination. "Between Law and Crime" is a story that immerses the reader in the tensions and dangers of a community marked by social inequality and the influence of organized crime. At the same time, it explores themes like forbidden love, loyalty and redemption, leaving the reader eager to discover Julia's fate and the price she will have to pay for her choices.
Wrong Room: The Ruthless CEO's Captive

Wrong Room: The Ruthless CEO's Captive

I stumbled into the wrong hotel room while drunk and accidentally lost my virginity to a stranger in the pitch black. I fled at dawn, hoping to erase the painful mistake. But when I went to a private clinic for a checkup, the "doctor" who walked in and locked the door was him—Cain Reed, a billionaire who coldly declared my body was now his "responsibility." When I tried to escape, he cornered me in the parking garage, threw me into his bulletproof Maybach, and locked me inside his high-security Tribeca penthouse. He had already investigated my entire life—my abandoned childhood, my dead grandmother, my student loans. "You took my first time, and I took yours," he whispered, pinning me against the glass. "You belong to me now." He demanded my complete submission, threatening to stalk my job and my apartment if I dared to run again. I was terrified and suffocating. Why me? Out of all the women in New York, why was this ruthless, powerful man so dangerously obsessed with a nobody who made a drunken mistake? His possessive need felt like drowning, a gilded cage I would never escape. I couldn't let him consume me. Pretending to surrender, I negotiated a public date and watched his luxury car drive away. Then, I pulled out my phone and texted an old college acquaintance. If Cain Reed wanted to control my life, I was going to create a "serious boyfriend" to fight back.
SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING.

As we reached the main road, my father stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. "Papa, why are we here?" I questioned, my voice trembling. "Be quiet, Aria. You ask too many questions," he replied, refusing to meet my gaze. "Papa?" I called out, concerned as I noticed his trembling hands and perspiring brow. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with anxiety. "What's wrong?" I asked, my worry intensifying. He seemed worn out and stressed, as if he might collapse at any moment. "Aria," he began, but his sentence was cut short by the squealing of tires approaching us. Not just one car, but two... no, three. Before I could comprehend what was happening, we were surrounded. The door of the Lamborghini Huracán swung open, and a tall man stepped out. I found myself gaping at him before a black sack was forcefully placed over my head. I struggled, kicking and fighting, but then I heard a distinct click. "Do anything stupid, and Francesco dies..." "Francesco? That was my father... my own father..." I tried to calm myself, even though not entirely successfully, as I was thrown into a car. The journey began, and with the sack still covering my face, I had no idea where they were taking me. When the sack was finally removed, I found myself standing before Alessandro Genovese... SOLD TO THE MAFIA KING Copyright 2023. Blaliy Lilian.A. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written consent of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously and are a product of the author's imagination.
Invisible To Him, Until She Left

Invisible To Him, Until She Left

October 12th. Another year. Another morning, another silent coffee delivered to Jake Sterling's desk, and another reminder of his glacial indifference. Three years of unrequited hope, of being invisible to the man she worshipped-her commanding officer. Then, Isabelle Vance, a new agent, arrived, and suddenly Jake transformed: smiles, patience, shared laughter. Ava witnessed a tender interaction at his parents' home, overhearing joyful whispers about "wedding venues" and a "spring wedding." The world tilted. The crushing reality that he was marrying someone else, someone he showed warmth and kindness to, while she received only cold disdain and public humiliation, shattered her. The pain was a physical wound, and the injustice burned. Why had he treated her with such cruelty, only to lavish affection on Isabelle? Why was she always the target of his harshness? The constant push and pull, the mixed signals – a sudden kind gesture out of uniform, then a brutal dressing-down back at the office – it all made no sense. She couldn' t endure it anymore. Her heart, once full of desperate hope, was now a hollow, aching void. There was nothing left. A final, desperate act: Ava requested a transfer to Cinder Peak, a remote, forgotten outpost. She was leaving. She was walking away from him, from this unit, from everything that had defined her for years. Little did she know, her painful escape was just the beginning of a far more dangerous and complicated journey.
The Woman Who Loved a Heart

The Woman Who Loved a Heart

Five years ago, after my firefighter fiancé Michael died a hero, I married Ethan Vance, the man who received his heart. My secret vow was to protect Michael' s heart, to keep a part of him alive, even if it meant living a lie. Our fifth anniversary, I made his favorite lasagna, only to get a text with a photo: Ethan, my husband, intimately laughing with his ex-girlfriend, Chloe Carter, at an expensive rooftop bar. Later that night, Ethan came home reeking of another woman' s cloying perfume, calling me a "martyr" and complaining I "always smell like antiseptic." Then Chloe, his ex, orchestrated a public spectacle, faking a medical emergency to humiliate me, still in my scrubs, in front of a snickering crowd. The ultimate blow came when Ethan, fueled by Chloe' s lies, forced me to undergo a dangerous blood donation, ignoring my pleas, leading to a devastating miscarriage. How could the man I' d dedicated five years of my life to, the man who carried my beloved Michael' s heart, be so cruel, so arrogant, so utterly blind and dismissive? It wasn' t just about an affair; it was a brazen, calculated attack on my dignity, my entire being. But when I miraculously found myself pregnant again and told Ethan, he brutally denied it, tore up my medical report, and scoffed, "You' re pathetic." That was it. My final hope shattered, I knew I had to fight back, tear down his façade, and reclaim my life, no matter the cost.
For His Love: My Public Shame

For His Love: My Public Shame

My family's beloved Majestic movie theater was facing foreclosure, a legacy crumbling after my father's passing. I, Amelia Hayes, an aspiring screenwriter, had one desperate shot: get my script noticed. Then, a powerful Hollywood producer, Marcus Thorne, offered a lifeline: "Be my companion, and your theater is saved." I fell for his charm, mistaking grand gestures for genuine affection. But his A-list ex-fiancée, Victoria Sinclair, reappeared, instantly making it clear I was nothing but a temporary distraction, a pawn in Marcus’s desperate game to win Victoria back. Victoria orchestrated cruel tests, and Marcus consistently chose her, culminating in him publicly abandoning me at a gala. She moved into his home, humiliating me, then framed me for an attack, leading Marcus to lock me in his wine cellar without question. Later, at a public university event, he looked straight at me and coldly denied knowing me. The humiliation, the betrayal, the objectification—how could I have been so foolish, so disposable? Every "affectionate" moment had been a calculated lie, designed to make Victoria jealous. The man I thought I loved had used me, broken me, then discarded me. Enough was enough. I wouldn't be his pawn any longer. I sent him a final, defiant message, severed all ties, and left for Paris, determined to reclaim my dignity, heal my heart, and write my own story, far from the gilded cage of Hollywood.