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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling author K Webster comes a new dark romance…

I’m trapped in a lie.
They’ve twisted my mind so that I barely recognize who I am anymore. In this new prison, I’m the devoted wife of a brilliant, deceptive man who holds the key to my carefully constructed reality.
But something is missing and my soul aches.
As the cracks in my mind widen, fragments of a life I don’t remember claw their way to the surface. A name lingers on the edges of my thoughts and sends a shiver down my spine.
Caius.
This new life is a nightmare but not real. The truth holds steady in my heart, showing me the way. I know Caius is searching for me. We’ll soon find our way back to each other.
The people who did this to me think they’ve won and broken my mind forever.
They were wrong.
Once I find him, we’ll expose every facet of their evil empire.
Together, we will burn it all to the ground.

Cup of Lies is book three in The Crowne Conspiracy trilogy. This book is a dark, psychological romance that contains triggering content. This book completes the series.

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PREVIOUSLY IN MIND MAZE…

Still trapped under Caius Crowne’s control, Romy Langston struggled to heal after Gareth’s horrific betrayal. As she fought to regain her strength, she was forced to spend Christmas in New York with her estranged father, Gideon Langston, and her stepmother, Eva. There, memories long buried began to surface, especially when she recognized her childhood nanny, Vivienne, as the true “monster” from her past.

When Romy confronted her father, he dismissed her accusations and pushed for stronger medication to silence her. But the truth only grew louder. Using Kaitlyn’s Barbie dolls, Romy uncovered the horrific secrets Vivienne and Gareth tried to keep hidden.

As Romy clung to the fragile bond she was forming with Caius, their relationship deepened into something far more dangerous—real love. But every step closer pulled her deeper into the Crownes’ control.

During Eva’s birthday celebration and President Huxley’s gala, Romy began seeing the cracks in their perfect world. Subliminal messaging. Mind control. Corruption at the highest level. As new threats closed in, including the charming but sinister Seth Portman and Doc Junior, Caius made a bold move. He publicly proposed to Romy, shattering the president’s manipulative spell over them.

Romy helped Megan Benson break free from CUP’s grip, but in doing so, exposed herself. Her brother, Bastian, assaulted her, and Caius came to the rescue. Unfortunately, in his quest to find answers about his sister, he left Romy in a vulnerable position, and Theo swept in.

Caius uncovered horrifying secrets about Romy’s past—including a doll that tied everything back to her captivity. But before he could save her, Theo betrayed them both. Drugged and kidnapped, Romy was delivered straight into the twisted clutches of the masterminds behind the mind control.

Caius, desperate to find her, was ensnared by his father’s lies. They framed Romy as a traitor, drugged him, and forced him into choosing between saving Romy or his long-lost sister, Calista. Trusting his heart, Caius chose Calista—believing he could return for Romy.

Both Romy and Caius became victims of their enemy’s most devastating weapon yet: the Stem Lock procedure.

Six months later, Romy wakes to a perfect life—a husband, a daughter, a home, and a growing baby. But it’s all a lie. Her memories have been wiped clean. Her mind belongs to someone else now.

Someone who is not Caius.

Romy

My mind is a liar.

It’s been playing tricks on me since I was a little girl. I’ve learned not to trust it. To be suspicious of every thought and skeptical of every memory.

I’m on constant alert, always at odds with my overactive brain.

Is it lying to you now?

Yes.

Somehow, deep in the hollow cavity of my chest, I feel it. There’s an empty ache inside of me, begging me to remember.

Except, everything is perfect.

People with perfect lives don’t agonize over strange feelings. They give in to the goodness around them and don’t take a second for granted.

I’m married to a hardworking man, have an adorable and sassy daughter, and each day grow bigger with a new little one on the way. My home is immaculate, and my heart is happy.

Liar.

The pain in my chest intensifies to the point I wonder if I’m suffering from heartburn.

Stop lying to yourself, Romy. Think.

The only time I can really do my thinking is when Seth is at work. At one time, I hated the long hours he put in, but more and more lately, I’m grateful for them.

Something doesn’t add up with him.

I absently rub at the newest bruise on my wrist. Seth says I’m clumsy and always bumping into things. How come I can’t remember when I do? Why does this bruise feel and look like a thumbprint that is the exact size of his?

Your mind is tricking you, Romy. He’s a good husband. You’re making something out of nothing.

Am I, though?

As I fold towels, I get caught up staring at the giant picture above our fireplace. It’s a wedding photo of me and Seth. The funny thing is, I can’t remember it. I’m not sure when it even took place. I refuse to broach the topic again, though, because it puts Seth in a dark mood. Sometimes I feel like I’m disappointing him—like I’m not turning out the way he thought I should be. But the picture is perfect—too perfect—as though someone painted on our fake, smiling faces. It doesn’t feel authentic to me.

I peek in on Kaitlyn, happy to see she’s quietly playing with her dolls. Since it’s raining, she can’t go outside to play. As much as I love to entertain her, sometimes I need a break.

Tiptoeing back to my room, I do my best to dig through the dark, hidey holes of my brain. Surely I’ll remember something about our wedding. Was Dad there? Bastian?

A flash of anger ripples down my spine, making my skin burn hot.

Strange.

Why does it feel like I should be mad at them?

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Mind Maze (The Crowne Conspiracy #2) Read Online K. Webster http://www.ilovenovels.com/mind-maze-the-crowne-conspiracy-2-read-online-k-webster Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:13:31 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/mind-maze-the-crowne-conspiracy-2-read-online-k-webster Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Suspense Authors: K. Webster Series: The Crowne Conspiracy Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling author K Webster comes a new dark enemies-to-lovers romance…

They’ve shattered my mind, twisted my memories, and turned my world upside down.
But the Crowne family isn’t finished with me yet.
Haunted by Gareth’s death and trapped in their web of lies, I’m forced to keep playing their games. Caius Crowne is still cold, still ruthless—but now, he’s my only ally in a fight against the monster behind it all.
Every secret I uncover tightens the noose. Every truth pulls me deeper into a maze I can’t escape.
They want me broken, but I’m done being their pawn.
I’ll find the truth. I’ll destroy their lies.
Even if it destroys me first.

Mind Maze is book two in The Crowne Conspiracy trilogy. This book is a dark, psychological romance that contains triggering content. This book ends on a cliffhanger

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PREVIOUSLY IN PSYOP KINGS…

Romy Langston’s hunt for her missing classmate, Megan Benson, led her into the web of the powerful and secretive Crowne family. When Megan vanished without a trace—her existence seemingly erased—Romy refused to let her go unnoticed. But her relentless pursuit of the truth put her in the crosshairs of the very people she sought to expose.

Lured by the charming but reckless Theo Crowne, Romy was drugged, abducted, and thrown into a psychological nightmare. Held captive by the Crownes, she was subjected to relentless mind games designed to break her identity and reshape her reality. Caius Crowne, the coldest and most ruthless of them all, took control of her captivity, manipulating her into believing she belonged to him.

As Romy fought to hold onto her sanity, she discovered that the Crowne Unity Project (CUP) was far more than a charity—it was a front for an insidious psychological operation that turned lost people into something unrecognizable. But while Megan seemed to embrace her new reality, Romy refused to succumb to their control.

Her defiance led her to Solomon Grayhawk, a powerful and dangerous investor with ties to CUP’s darkest secrets. Under the guise of attending an exclusive event aboard Solomon’s yacht, Romy uncovered the horrifying truth—human trafficking was at the core of the Crownes’ operations. Women were being “reprogrammed” and auctioned off to men like Solomon, whose wealth and influence allowed him to take whatever he desired.

Trapped in a gilded prison on the open water, Romy’s situation took a terrifying turn when Gareth Crowne—who had positioned himself as an ally—revealed his true nature. His obsession with her twisted into violence, and when she fought back, he raped her. But then Caius intervened in the most brutal way possible—he killed Gareth without hesitation, proving that even family wasn’t untouchable under his rule.

Now, as Mind Maze begins, Romy is still a captive, but the game has changed. With Gareth dead and the full weight of the Crowne conspiracy pressing down on her, she must navigate an even deadlier maze—one where losing means more than just her freedom.

Caius

Fifteen Years Old

Someone hurt her.

She’s so little and wears a big smile, but I can tell.

I can always tell because the pain looks like mine.

My own heart aches as she plays with her pretty doll with glossy brown hair and thin rubber limbs. It’s dressed in a material that’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen from the toy aisle at the store. Someone made the outfit for the useless doll.

A spike of jealousy shoots through me, but I quickly squash it. Being angry because she has a fancy doll and I have next to nothing doesn’t solve any problems. We’re both in pain. No amount of nice things will ever repair a bruised and battered heart.

It’s not her fault.

Her eyes lift to meet mine and her features brighten, a tiny smile curling the corners of her lips. My chest puffs with brotherly pride. To her, I’m someone big and safe. Not scary like the monsters lurking all around us.

I give her a reassuring smile.

It’s too dangerous to make promises I can’t keep. Though I know one day I’ll get out of here, I can’t say the same for her.

If Mom and Dad were still around, this place wouldn’t be a blip on my now-scarred mind. There’d be long days on our wooded property feeding the horses, goats, chickens, and our one dairy cow. School would take place at our kitchen table where Mom would patiently transform from busy homemaker to patient teacher, bursting with knowledge about science, grammar, and even math.

I hated math, but I loved the one who taught it.

With their untimely deaths, everything was stolen away in an instant. A warm, loving home, a sense of belonging, hope, and a future.

Now, there’s nothing but pain, confusion, and utter madness.

It can’t last forever.

Three years isn’t far off. I’ll turn eighteen and leave this hellhole.

But what about her? Can I get her out too?

The other kids here aren’t like us. They’re all happy to be here. As the adults speak, they listen with rapt attention, eager to please.

I can’t stand to hear their voices. Especially his.

Is he the one who hurt her? Did he hurt her like he hurt me?

My gut clenches as I worry about what’s to come. Self-hatred claws at me knowing I’ll never be able to save her. I can barely save myself. Guilt sluices through me. I tear my gaze from her small, sweet face to study the doll again, eager to avoid her hopeful eyes.

I can’t save you…yet.

But I will.

The man I hate pats her on the head and squats beside her. My hands curl into fists as rage surges inside me. Sometimes I wish I could pummel his face into a meaty pulp. He’s always stronger and steps ahead of me, though. I never can win with him.

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Psyop Kings (The Crowne Conspiracy #1) Read Online K. Webster http://www.ilovenovels.com/psyop-kings-the-crowne-conspiracy-1-read-online-k-webster Wed, 12 Feb 2025 07:22:19 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/psyop-kings-the-crowne-conspiracy-1-read-online-k-webster Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Thriller Authors: K. Webster Series: The Crowne Conspiracy Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling author K Webster comes a new dark captive romance…

Someone kidnapped my classmate, and no one cares. Not the college, not the police—everyone just wants to forget her. But I won’t.

Finding Megan becomes my obsession, leading me straight into the world of the rich and ruthless Crowne family. They’re untouchable, powerful, and hiding something dark.

And I walk right into their trap.

Now I’m their prisoner, caught in a game of mind-bending control where every step they take shatters my sanity. And Caius Crowne—the coldest, most ruthless of them all—is determined to use me to get what he wants.

I hate him. I crave him. But I won’t break.

I might be their pawn for now, but I’ll outplay them all. Even if it’s the last thing I do.

Psyop Kings is book one in The Crowne Conspiracy trilogy. This book is a dark, psychological romance that contains triggering content. This book ends on a cliffhanger.

Book 1 - Psyop Kings
Book 2 - Mind Maze
Book 3 - Cup of Lies

What to Expect in Psyop

Enemies-to-Lovers Captive Romance Morally Gray MMC Mind Games Touch Her and Die Vibes Dark Family Secrets Obsessive Anti-Hero Forbidden Attraction

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Psyop (noun.) Psyop is pronounced: ˈsī-ˌäp

Psyop is short for psychological operations.

n. a military operation performed by a unit specializing in psychological warfare.

n. military actions designed to influence the perceptions and attitudes of individuals, groups, and foreign governments.

(Urban Dictionary Definition)

Psyops use a wide array of communications media—including radio and TV broadcasts, loudspeakers, newspapers, magazines, leaflets, and even comic books—to help win or prevent wars.—Harold Kennedy

A PSYOP is a form of military operation that targets the emotional and mental state of the enemy.—Mitzi Perdue

“My job in psy-ops is to play with people’s heads, to get the enemy to behave the way we want them to behave,” says Lt. Colonel Michael Holmes.—Michael Hastings

(Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

Romy

Present Time

I’m an unreliable narrator.

If my life story were a book, that’s what they’d say about me.

That’s what my therapist, Maura, often says. Same with Dad.

Sometimes I almost believe that too.

Almost.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

Oh my God, I can’t breathe.

Hot, thick air settles on top of me like a wool blanket, smothering the last bit of breathable oxygen. My lungs ache and my head throbs.

I’m going to die.

Just a dream, Romy.

Just a dream.

The pounding inside my skull clouds my thoughts. I’m unsure if I’m drowning or floating in space—either one a terrible situation concocted deep in the fragmented recesses of my mind.

It’s not real, though.

It never is.

Not anymore.

I try to think about the grounding techniques Maura taught me. Deep breathing is out of the question. It’ll only make me fixate on how much oxygen I have available to me and how long it will take me to pass out without adequate air.

Why can’t I remember what she said to do?

I’m catapulted back to when I was six and I’d rub my pinky in a small line along the side seam of my nightgown. The little balls on the fabric from being washed a thousand times were comforting and distracting. The dark and all the monsters who lurked there terrified me back then, but the small action soothed me in unimaginable ways.

When I focused on the movement—up, down, up, down, up, down—and counted all the ups and all the downs, the terrible nightmares would eventually end. And, before I knew it, the sun would come up.

I was always safe and free in the daylight.

A trickle of sweat races down my temple, rousing me from my erratic thoughts.

I’m not a child.

I’m a freaking grown-ass woman now.

So why am I so frightened of the dark still?

My hand shakes as I slide it down to my side. The fabric isn’t soft and worn out. It’s thick and durable. Blue jeans? Since when do I wear jeans to bed?

A thrill skitters down my spine.

It’s just a dream.

The throbbing in my head intensifies, spotting my vision.

Turn on the light, Romy. You’ll see. Just another stupid nightmare.

I reach for my lamp and bump my hand hard on the nightstand. Except it isn’t a nightstand. It’s the wall. Did I fall asleep on Tara’s bed?

A shudder ripples through me.

My roommate hardly washes her sheets and, given how many men she has in her bed, it grosses me out on a daily basis. The thought of being in her bed has me jolting upright.

Thump!

A wave of dizzying pain floods through my head where I smacked my forehead.

What the hell?

As awareness finally clutches its piercing claws into me, clarity quickly surveys my situation.

Hot, stale air.

Not on a soft bed but something hard and unforgiving.

Walls all around me.

Am I dead? Did I just wake up inside my own coffin?

A surge of panic explodes through me. The urge to scream is overwhelming, but past experience has me smothering it with a pitiful whimper. Stinging tears burn my eyes and wet my lashes. I push against the wooden wall above me with all my strength, but it doesn’t budge a millimeter.

I’m trapped.

Somehow, someway, I’m trapped.

I don’t know how I got here or who put me here, but it’s a fact. Not a dream, not a mental side quest, not a hallucination. It’s real.

Think, Romy!

What is today? What time of day is it? What’s the last thing I remember?

I desperately try to calm my erratically beating heart to focus on anything I can recall. A hint of tobacco. My nostrils flare as I suck in the musty, thick air. The scent clings to my hoodie that’s over my now sweat-soaked shirt. Once I’m focused on the smell, it becomes all I can notice.

How did I get that smell on me?

The faint sound of glasses clinking together and an ancient Guns N’ Roses song thread through my consciousness.

A bar.

I’d gone to a bar.

I’m only eighteen, though. How did I—fake ID. I got in with a fake ID that my brother helped me get last summer.

Thoughts of Bastian have tendrils of calm cooling my burning skin.

Think about your brother, Romy. That’s it. Breathe, girl.

My brain skitters past Bastian, back to the memories swimming in my foggy head.

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