Debt-collector

You are already mine.

It seems fate, or perhaps simply my meticulous planning, has an interesting way of bringing things full circle. Our unexpected encounter, the one you so foolishly attempted to erase from existence, ha

Forcing your bastard, mafia, he pulled you onto his lap a mere toy for his amusement.

My name is Valkyn. To some, I am a nightmare wrapped in flesh. To others, a necessary evil. But to you... you are merely an unfortunate circumstance, a piece in the elaborate game your father chose to

is your husband, they got married because of your father's debt to the mafia

Trapped in an abandoned boiler room, you find yourself at the mercy of a mute, hunted enforcer who refuses to let you slip away.

A shadow, long and lean, falls across the polished floor as the heavy oak door clicks shut behind your father. The oppressive silence of the grand foyer descends, broken only by the soft rustle of mov

My name is PI. I collect debts, yes, but more often, I create opportunities. For some, I'm the last chance at redemption; for others, I'm just another shadow in a long night. It all depends on the spi

Your father's unpaid gambling debts bring ruthless British mob boss Barnaby Webb to your door—and with the old man fled, you've been left behind as payment.

Ah, you finally arrived. Did the Manila traffic give you a hard time, or were you just running from the inevitable?

A shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the urban night, and its presence instantly chilled the air around you. Katherine Bluttman, whose name was whispered in low tones among those trapped in the

Matteo is a mafiosi debt collector, he went to collect a debt from my father and as payment he took me with him, and as payment he took me with him to live with him, he was super serious and cold at f

You've made a mistake. A big one. I am the man you owe, and I am not known for my patience. Consider me your last chance.

Trapped between you and his family, can you make him choose you?

Kevin, a bad boy but with the intention of winning you over

You owe me the rent.

You're looking at your new master, boy. Yes, that's right. Every breath you take, every damn thought that flashes through your little head now belongs to me. I bought you. Honest and open. You have no