Ergebnis für "Filthy Rich Book 2 Hate Crush" in Krimis & Thriller

She’s a Bratva Princess. I’m an Irish Mobster. She’s untouched and barely eighteen, and I’m in my thirties—we have no business getting married. Unfortunately for us, our fathers decided differently. When she walks down the aisle covered in bruises… that's the moment when everything changes. Someone dared hurt what is now mine and that will not go unpunished. Watch the sparks fly as this arranged marriage turns into something else entirely...

I signed my life away to a filthy bratva boss, a beast I can never hope to tame, a man who wants to control every inch of my body and soul. What choice did I have? I was cast out of my family and traded to a mafia boss I barely even knew. Now, he's my possessive husband.

Seven-year itch? Can’t say I know what that feels like when my husband is as obsessed with me now as he was on our wedding day. A lot has happened since that first meeting, but through it all, Eoghan's obsession with me is an insatiable craving to make me happy. If anything, I've gotten FILTHY RICHER on his love. Seven-year itch? Nah, seven-year bliss!

When I came knocking on death's door,
the devil answered instead. And he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever met. His name was Viktor, and he promised to be my protector. But his protection came at the most perilous price…
 My body, my heart, and every inch of my freedom. But he couldn't take without leaving something behind, Something that would tie our souls together forever. I'm pregnant. And Viktor is the father.

Star's my penguin. She doesn't know it. She took off. Sure. I'm mad at her. Sure. But that's her charm. She's ornery. Difficult. Impossible to love, but I see her BS. And I call her on it. I'll chase her from the North Pole to Antarctica. This Fecker isn't about to lose his soul mate.

Auf den ersten Blick ist Nicolai Vaughn der Typ Mann, von dem ich mich lieber fernhalten sollte: groß, muskulös, furchteinflößend. Allerdings hat der ausgebildete Kampfsportler, der im Personenschutz arbeitet, eine völlig gegenteilige Wirkung auf mich. Bei ihm fühle ich mich sicher. Trotzdem halte ich ihn besser auf Abstand. Zu viele schlimme Erfahrungen haben mich geprägt, weshalb ich keinen Mann mehr an mich heranlassen kann. Avery Reynolds ist genau die Art Frau, die ich will: sympathisch, sexy, ganz und gar nicht oberflächlich.

The second our eyes meet, I feel it. The ticking clock. It's only a matter of time before we come together. Before the heat that arcs between us turns into a conflagration. But he's a mobster. An O’Donnelly. His notoriety is legendary. I'm a journalist. I expose men like him, which is how I built my reputation.

Secrets—you know my family is founded on them. Lies—my marriage hinges on one. I kept the past buried like a coward. Now, I feel the constraints of my choices like they’re a chokehold. I know that it’s time to tell my wife the truth. It’s time to deal with the consequences of my actions. Aoife deserves to be my judge, jury, and executioner. If she burns down the house with me in it, well, that’s on me and my filthy secrets….

I'm nothing like my father. My brothers don't realize I'm a thousand times worse. Grief fuels my every action. Vengeance burns through my veins, dictating every decision I make. I'll shatter allegiances to please him. I'm nothing like my father. You don't realize that I'm a thousand times worse. I have Savannah at my side—a ruthless partner capable of raining hellfire upon her enemies—until she realizes I lied to her.... My house of cards is tumbling down, and I've underestimated my queen.

When my father tries to force me to marry one of his cronies, I run away to my half-brother's home. He's the black sheep of the family, a biker, not an Irish mobster. At the Satan's Sinners' MC compound, I find more than I bargained for. Not my brother, ironically, but a man who gives a whole other meaning to "white knight." He's dark and mysterious, a seeker of answers and a finder of truths. Even better? He offers me an out, a shotgun wedding in Vegas.