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My name is Elena Ross, and I’m a sex addict. This is the secret I guard with medication. But right now, the blizzard has sealed the road and cut off my escape. In this narrow car, the man sitting beside me is the one forbidden fruit I absolutely cannot touch—Silas Thorne. He’s not just my boss; he’s my ex-boyfriend’s stepfather.

Being born a Moretti daughter means one thing: the family owns you.

In my past life, Vivian thought she had what it took. She promised Dad she could handle it, swore up and down she'd make him proud. Six months later, she'd burned through three generations of work and left us with nothing but an empty shell. Our enemies found her eventually. Broke both her legs.

And me? I married Marco Rossi.

Everyone envied me for marrying into one of the most powerful families in the city. What they didn't know was that I was his prisoner. He used me, turned my family's connections into stepping stones for himself, spent my money on his mistresses, used my body as a bargaining chip at his deals.

In the end, Vivian killed me. Jealous of my "perfect life," she dragged herself over on those broken legs and put a bullet in me.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in Dad's study.

The door slams open. Vivian bursts in, cutting me off before I can speak. "Dad! I'm marrying Marco Rossi! Give the family to Sienna!"

I look at her and smile.

This time, I'm going to survive. And I'm going to do a hell of a lot better than just survive.

Betrayed by my father and stepsister, I was forced into a one-night stand with Charles Windsor. Humiliated and alone, I fled—only to discover I was pregnant with his triplets.
Six years later, I return as a celebrated designer, determined to reclaim what was stolen from me. Charles, blinded by lies, sees me as his enemy.
When the truth finally comes out, he begs for forgiveness—but I turn him away.
Little did I know, our three children would become his greatest allies in winning back my heart…

My eyes widen when I saw the face of the guy dancing with me.I smirked. He's the one! I need to get him tonight.

"Your place or mine?" He whispered.

I got you!

"Hotel," I answered.

Being on the list of successful young entrepreneurs, living alone for six years. I want to have a family of my own.

But how?

I will get pregnant, and I will do that through a one-night stand.

A pregnant amnesiac with two possible baby Daddies and no recollection of what happened? What could go wrong?

Megan Andrews is a twenty eight year old woman who recently loses her job and also finds out her boyfriend of two years is cheating on her with her best friend. This leads to her making a series of bad decisions where she meets Roman Harrington, a CEO of a famous multimillionaire company and Anthony Russo, an artist from Manhattan.

She wakes up in the hospital losing three weeks of her memory after a bad accident. The doctor tells her she's pregnant. Worse, Roman Harrington and Anthony Russo both claim to be the father of her baby when all she can remember is having dinner with her boyfriend.

With a baby on the way and two men in her lives, Megan navigates life and finds love as a pregnant amnesiac.

Miley, a ray of sunshine with a heart full of love, collides with Alexsei, a powerful force of darkness. He's a man with a stone-colled heart, haunted by shadows and stained by blood. Yet, when he meets Miley's pure soul, something cracks.

As they navigate the treacherous dance of their forbidden love, the walls around them crumble, and the danger closing in threatens to tear them apart. Can their love be the light that saves him, or will his darkness consume her? In a world where power is currency and loyalty is death, Miley and Alexei risk everything for a love that could be their redemption... or their downfall.

Being married to a husband was exactly what Jane Austen had always wanted. As a promising actress, Jane falls prey to the machinations of a rapidly ascending actress who desires a larger role and her manager. To avoid sleeping with the director, the actress conspires against Jane by drugging her.
Jane was able to leave the room on time but ended up in the company of a charming billionaire. With the man who became her husband by offering to care for her ailing brother, she is able to fend off more plots and schemes that come her way.
The billionaire, Damien Wolfe, married her to put an end to his family’s constant pressure for him to settle down. He thinks he made the right choice by choosing Jane Austen as his wife, but he knows he won’t be able to keep the no-sex agreement. Every day that passes, he desires to make love to his wife, so he tries to make her fall in love with him before she divorces him after two years.

Framed by her sister, Giselle was set up to sleep with a stranger, who thought she was working as prostitute. Her wedding to her fiancé was ruined, and she ended up pregnant. Years later, she returns with her son, only to find her sister now married to her former fiancé. Suspecting a sinister plan, Giselle faces the challenge of seeking revenge and uncovering the truth about the man who resembles her son. Is he the father, and how will Giselle confront the betrayal that tore her life apart?

My name is Rose Bailey. I am seventeen years old and about to start my senior year of High school. I have always lived a normal, boring, human life. Never believed in the supernatural or the love at first sight sh#t that others girls my age fall for. That is until I move with my mom and two brothers back to the small town where my mom grew up. My mom makes us stay at this house or should I say castle with a lot of other people living there. Imagine my surprise when I walked in on a man and two women that looked to be 20 or 21 having in a room that looks like an office. Imagine how surprised I was when I was frozen in place, unable to move as I felt a sharp pain in my chest from seeing them together as he one from behind while she leaned over a desk from pleasure and the other women was him. The man froze in place and looked at me with a guilty look on his face. The pain got worse in my chest and before I blacked out, I swore I heard him say Mate!

"She saved me, Vivian. Not you."

Those words shattered Vivian's heart.

For three years, she endured her husband's coldness and his secretary's endless provocations.

She never knew that the woman he trusted most had stolen her identity.

Or that the man she loved had secretly loved her all along.

When the truth finally came out, it was already too late.

Vivian had divorced him.

She had disappeared with his unborn child.

And she had no intention of coming back.

Five years later, the former ballerina returned as the sole heiress of a powerful family.

Standing beside her was a little girl with eyes identical to Caden Lux's.

The billionaire who once ignored her had gone mad.

He blocked her in the dressing room, knelt before her, and even accepted the possibility that another man had taken his place.

Because losing his pride was nothing.

Losing Vivian had nearly killed him.

But after everything he had done…

Could she ever forgive the man who chose another woman over his own wife?

"Take your hand off my thigh, Elliot."
"You’ll have to make me."
His fingers slide higher beneath the table.
He’s nineteen. She’s thirty-five.
He’s her student. She’s the teacher he wants to fuck.
And her husband is sitting right across from them.
“I think you two are quite… entertained,” Elliot says, pulling his damp hand back. “Why don’t I give Mrs. Ellis a tour of the house?”
She hesitates. But one look from her husband, and she follows.
He shoves her against the wall —just steps away from the dining room. From her husband. From Elliot’s mother.
He lifts her dress, yanks down her panties, presses his hard cock between her ass cheeks and growls:
“Want to remind your husband how loud you can moan? Want to give them a little show?”
“Elliot… please.”
“Please what? You’re grinding against me already. You want this. You want me. I’m going to fuck you right here, right now… and I don’t know what I’ll enjoy more: watching you fall apart, or watching you struggle to keep quiet.”
And then he’s inside her in one brutal thrust.
She gasps, burning from the inside out.
“Fuck, Mrs. Ellis… why the hell are you this hot?”
He’s her obsession.
She’s his.
But Katherine Ellis is married. Wounded. Lost.
And Elliot? He’ll destroy anyone who stands between them.
Even her husband.
Because when you take what you shouldn’t…
You never give it back.

It's a small world. My contract fiancé's uncle turns out to be Alexander—the ex I dumped three years ago.
"You like him that much?" he grits out, eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea how crazy I've been all these years?"
"Let me be your lover," he whispers. "Let me stay by your side."
As if my heart isn't already a mess, a little voice pipes up—
"Mister, do you like my mommy? Will you be my daddy?"

I can’t believe it started with him. Before he was just my boyfriend’s brother, he was the guy who stole my breath the moment we met. If only he’d taken off that ring, a ring that clearly meant nothing to him.

“If only you’d made a move, things would be so different.”

I’ve tried to keep my distance, respecting boundaries, but watching him suffer in silence is driving me crazy. I steal moments with him, little glimpses and fleeting touches, moments that make it impossible to forget him.

“Why can’t I get him out of my head?”

Then, everything shatters. I leave his brother. I leave them both. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Suddenly, he’s my client, and it’s my job to make his business a success, to keep him happy. He doesn’t know how much that last part terrifies me.

“He wants me. He’s always wanted me. Should I have been his from the start?”

Now, I’m with someone new, someone who thinks he’s my future. But his brother is back, threatening to unravel everything. The moment he reappears, I feel the tension, the unresolved longing.

“I can’t let him close again. Can I?”

He’s willing to risk it all for me, and I’m torn. Because deep down, I know I might be willing to risk everything too.

Three years ago, I chose the fire.

I'm Celine. Human — or so everyone thinks. I can feel things I shouldn't: the pulse of supernatural energy in ordinary rooms, the hunger coiled beneath a stranger's smile. It's why the vampires destroyed us. It's why my father died. And when I severed the bond with Elias — the pureblood vampire I'd loved since I was old enough to fear him — my gift turned on me. Every day since has been paid in blood.

Then he walked into my office. My new boss. The man who broke me, three years and a hundred scars ago.

Elias never let go. Not when his family tore us apart. Not when he believed I'd rejected him for what he is — and I believed he'd betrayed me. Someone made sure we believed both. Now he's back, tailored and relentless, and he's made his intentions clear: he's not leaving. He thinks the truth will save us. He doesn't know what it will cost.

Neither do I. Somewhere between a mother's lies and a family's vengeance lies the real reason we were destroyed. And when it finally surfaces, it won't just save us.

It might destroy everything.

Three years ago, my brother left me with his most trusted friend, Kaden.

That "trustworthy" Alpha had me pinned beneath him on my third night in the Shadow Pack.

Since then, I played his obedient little "sister" by day and spread my legs for him by night. Three years of sneaking around—I was done.

My ultimatum: make it official or we're done.

Hours ago, with me pressed into the mattress, he swore between thrusts, "Tomorrow. I'll tell everyone tomorrow."

Then his first love Chloe came back.

He dropped everything and ran to her. I followed. Watched him gently wipe her tears—the same hands that had gripped my throat just hours before.

"Kaden, you promised—"

"Shut up." He turned on me, voice lethal. "Don't say another word in front of Chloe. There's nothing between us. I'm doing Seth a favor, looking after his bratty sister. Clear?"
My hands trembled. Three years. All of it—a fucking joke.

I pulled out my phone and texted my brother: "The Silver Moon marriage. I accept."

"Mom, I only want to go to Paris with you, not Dad."

When my ten-year-old daughter said this with tears in her eyes, I thought she was expressing her love for me.

I was wrong.

In our Paris hotel, I accidentally overheard the phone call that changed everything—

"Don't worry, Lily will find a way to extend the trip. I promised to buy her that concert-grade piano."

"Having sex in your marital bed is so thrilling, much better than at my apartment."

"That little girl Lily cooperates perfectly, always managing to lead Sarah away."

In that moment, my world completely shattered.

I thought I was only being betrayed by my husband, but discovered that even the daughter I carried for ten months was their carefully orchestrated pawn.

The child I raised with my own hands was actually helping her father's mistress occupy my home and sleep in my bed.

When a mother discovers she's been deceived by those she loves most, her revenge will make everyone pay a devastating price.

Two years later, when I saw that once-successful man wearing a shabby suit, accompanied by his malnourished daughter at my charity auction, I only said coldly:

"She can come with me, but you—never deserve it."

Our team lost four games in a row. And somehow, that became my fault.
Team captain Reid stood in the locker room and told everyone I'd been giving performance enhancers to my ex on the rival team — that I had a problem with athletes, that I couldn't control myself. The guys laughed. Nobody stopped him.
I went to my supervisor Paige for help. She told me Reid noticing me at all was something I should be grateful for. That the way I dressed was basically asking for it.
Then the university president called me in and made things very clear: push this any further, and my academic future disappears.
Every single person with authority had already chosen a side.
So I climbed the stairs to Paige's office, hand raised to knock —
And stopped.
Because I could hear her through the door, clearly touching herself — whispering Reid's name.

“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.’’

Allie widened her eyes, mouth agape as she stared at the doctor in front of her. “Excuse me?’’

“You're pregnant....” The doctor repeated.

“With a hellhounds baby?”

“It appears so”

“Oh, fuck me!''


Nate Harper is a frat boy football star from the wealthy family with athletic dynasty, notorious playboy with people falling to his feet every chance they get. Also he’s an Alpha hellhound which makes people fear him more.

Allie Jackson’s a student and an athlete, but her similarities to Nate end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Nates charms she’s a werewolf omega hiding things while trying to get through her college.

There was always one strict rule know by all; Hellhounds would never be able to coexist with werewolves. Nate doesn’t care about that, his eyes set on making Allie submit to him. One night is all it takes for the omega to let loose and give in to Nates charms which changes her life. Forever.

"You need to shut up baby. Let me take care of your needs. Can you do that for me?" He unzipped my dress, as it falls freely down to the floor.


This lifestyle is not for everyone.

That was the first warning, that she got from the woman.

She's in need of cash. Her parents suddenly got a divorce. Leaving her to struggle with her financial education alone.

She never imagines at the end of her college years to be like this. Gone was the lifestyle that she used to have. The best friends, and even the boyfriend.

She jumped at the first chance to be a sugar baby. Because deep down she knew that she needed the money, that it will be over in a year. Then she can find a job and move on with her life.


He never needed a girlfriend. They're always too needy for his time. And time was the one thing that he treasure.

He's a workaholic. He likes the arrangement of a sugar baby where he can pay a sum of money for a companion of a young attractive woman.

His friend actually suggested the idea. With the last sugar baby being too attached to him. It's time for him to find another one. A less demanding one.


Will he get what he paid for?

Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content.

"That man will be the end of you Charlotte!

Her whole life used to revolve around her family, but she was abused, treated like a slave, given away like some sacrificial lamb.

Until she met him, Damien Davenport, a ruthless man who never showed his face in society.

And now...her life will remain the same!

Content Warning.
This book is R18+
Pure sex scenes, no fade to black.
It contains contents or themes that some might find disturbing or distressing.

I never expected my blind date to be-him.
When the stranger in the semi dark hotel room asked, “can I come closer?” This was something I had envisaged after my heartbreak with my boyfriend.
As he undressed me, the tips of his fingers traced over my skin, sending shivers down my spine, I mourned softly and at the same time, I recognized a familiar scent.
But when he whispered in my ear to start a foreplay, reality struck me hard.
"Justin!" I gasped, heart racing as I realized—it was my best friend’s father.


Sadie thought a blind date with a stranger would help her move on from her heartbreak—until she realizes the man she spent the night with is her best friend’s dad, Justin. Faced with forbidden temptation,Will Sadie let herself feel the temptation, knowing the risk?

To pay for her daughter’s leukemia treatment, Nora takes every job she can find. But the wedding she’s hired to plan belongs to the one man she never expected to see again.
Five years ago, Xie Yanchen was her first love. Now he’s a powerful CEO… and about to marry another woman. Worse, she must plan their wedding herself.
What he doesn’t know is that she secretly gave birth to his child.
What she doesn’t know is that this reunion will change both their lives forever.
As the truth slowly comes to light, he realizes the woman he once lost has spent five desperate years raising his daughter alone.

When I woke up, I was locked at a round table, surrounded by four strangers.

A masked clown said: "Tonight there are only four gifts. The extra person... who could it be?"

The clown invited us to play a game.

The rules were simple—Liar's Poker.

Liars die. Those successfully challenged also die.

In the first round, the tattooed brute beside me lost and was dragged into the "Meat Grinder Ferris Wheel."

I heard the sound of his bones being crushed by gears.

The clown wiped blood from his hands, laughing: "Children who lie must be punished, you know~"

"Did you enjoy the game Penny prepared for you all?"

The moment he uttered "Penny's" name, everyone's faces broke out in cold sweat, because she had been dead for three years.

And everyone present... including me...

Remembered clearly.

Three years ago, I took a bullet for Damon Kingsley. It came within half an inch of my heart.

He looked me in the eyes, his own red, and swore he'd love me for the rest of his life. So I married into this century-old Italian-American Mafia dynasty.

But on our wedding night, the moment he touched me, he convulsed, coughed up blood, and collapsed.

The second time, an old condition flared up and kept him flat on his back for a month.

The third time, he nearly bled out.

Every time after that, the same thing.

The whole family called me a curse. Marked. Bad luck. The kind of woman who brings death to whoever gets close.

The Godmother gave me an ultimatum: get pregnant within a month, or sign the divorce papers and be shipped off to Chicago to marry the devil himself.

I was carrying a fertility tonic to his study, ready to beg him one more time, when I heard voices through the door.

"Mr. Kingsley, please, you gotta stop. Every time you don't wanna go near her, you shoot yourself up with that stuff. You're gonna kill yourself."

Damon was quiet for a long moment. Then, calm and flat: "Aurora is the only woman I love. I'd take the pain any day over touching her."

All this time, while the whole family called me a curse, the one who actually put it on me was the man I almost died for.

Damon Kingsley. After today, we're done. In this life or the next, don't ever cross my path again.

My wife was sleeping with her assistant.

I didn’t confront her. I was in the middle of a critical funding round and about to take over as CEO, and I couldn’t afford to act on emotion.

Then my PI told me the truth: the affair was only the beginning.

On her birthday night, she planned to drug me, send my secretary into my room, and frame me for cheating—maybe even saddle me with a fake child scandal.

If it worked, my CEO promotion would be dead, the funding would collapse, and my reputation would be finished.

She thought the setup was flawless.

Too bad she forgot one thing:

I’m not good at explaining myself. I’m good at letting people walk straight into the trap I built for them.

So that night, the man carried into the room wasn’t me.

It was her lover.

I chose to retire at my peak for Alexander.
But twenty minutes before our wedding started, he decided to help his childhood sweetheart move, leaving me alone at the venue.
He said, "Sophia, you're strong enough; you don't need anyone to protect you."
So I tossed my veil aside and called off the wedding.
Alexander thought I'd come crawling back, even threatened to blacklist me.
But he didn't know that as I was leaving the wedding, my former coach suddenly called out to me, asking if I wanted to chase that championship again.

I’d spent six years working under an alias for the High Council.
The day I came home, I happened to see my daughter being slapped by a woman and forced to kneel down.
I slapped the woman back and called my husband, Derek.
The call connected. In the background, I heard his newlywed wife giggling.
In a voice so cold I barely recognized it, he said, “No one can save you.”
Then he hung up.

That woman sneered, “Here, even the air you breathe belongs to Alpha Derek!”
She had no idea Derek only went from an ordinary Gamma to a Pack king because I’d been laying the road for him from behind the curtain.
Now he had his precious wife and son in his arms, and he still let them treat my daughter like a dog.

I smiled.
If he’d forgotten who lifted him onto the throne.
Then I wouldn’t mind dragging him down with my own hands.

“I’m the one deciding your fate, Derek.”
I took my daughter’s hand and looked straight at the man in front of me.
“Game over. Your Alpha era ends here.”

I used to think love was supposed to hurt.

Sidney forgot me five times in one month, left me waiting in the dark, and always had a reason—Azalea needed help, his friends needed him, something else came first.

I told myself he loved me.

He just loved me lazily.

Then one night, after I missed the last bus from my competition, I called the Lawson house. Sidney wasn’t there. Elijah answered.

He was rude. Cold. Infuriating.

But he came.

When three men cornered me on an empty street, Elijah became a wall between me and danger. When I cried in my bathroom, he cleaned my bruises. When my calf cramped so badly I couldn’t stand, he knelt on the tile and fixed the pain with careful hands.

He never said sweet things.

He just showed up.

Again and again.

Soon, I started looking for him in every crowd, every rainstorm, every silent night. I told myself it was gratitude. Dependence. Anything but love.

Because falling for Elijah meant betraying Sidney.

But how long can a heart stay loyal to someone who never protects it?

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my girlfriend called me weak and hypocritical. She said only the strong deserved to survive, then handed the map of the base I had spent two years building to a warlord and watched me bleed out in the dirt.

Then I opened my eyes and woke up four months earlier.

The warlord had not arrived yet.
I did not expose her. I did not beg her to stay. I quietly reinforced the walls, emptied the warehouse, and dug traps beyond the fence.

She passed the intel like before. She opened the gate like before. She thought she would win again, and she thought I would be softhearted again.

She only realized the truth after leading them into the warehouse and finding an empty cage.

She dropped to her knees in the mud, begging the warlord to take her with him. But the strong man she chose kicked her off the truck and left her for the dead.

At last, she tasted the rule she worshipped.

My son was killed in a horrific car bomb assassination.

At his rain-drenched funeral, my husband, Enzo—a Mafia Don—held an umbrella over my head, only to suddenly state with icy indifference:

"Gianna is pregnant. It's my blood."

Gianna. The illegitimate daughter of the Lucchese family boss.

I stiffened, looking up in sheer disbelief.

"What the hell does that mean?"

He cast a careless glance at me, completely unbothered.

"To end the war between the Corsican and Lucchese families, I've been with her in secret for a while now. Now that she carries the Corsican bloodline, I must give her a proper title. She will be moving into the estate tonight. You will not only accept this, but you will also give her the respect she deserves as the mother of my child."

I waited seven years for Lucas.
The moment our Mate Bond was finally sealed, our wedding night left me so exhausted I couldn’t even move and then my phone lit up with photos of him having sex in a car with Isabella, the widow of his dead brother.

Everyone told me not to overthink it. Our relatives brushed it off. Even the Elders stepped in to smooth things over for him.
But behind closed doors, Lucas showed his real face—Restore the Mate Bond or he would destroy my family’s company.

When I fought back, he slapped me so hard it shattered the twenty years of relationship between us. He froze my accounts, and my mother was rushed to the hospital because of sheer stress.
That still wasn’t enough. He demanded that I apologize publicly at a business gala, to the woman wearing his brother’s wedding gift. He even ripped away the moonstone necklace my mother left me.

I was shoved into a champagne tower, blood all over me. And he never looked at me once. All his tenderness was reserved for his sister-in-law.
Just when I’d finally gone numb, top-tier Alpha Finn walked in with a one-billion-dollar contract. “Your designs are worth this much. And I don’t like people touching what I’ve set my eyes on.”

Seven years of devotion wasted on a lie. This time, I’m tearing the fake Mate Bond to shreds and I’ll make every traitor pay!

With one week left until the wedding, Henry Jones asked me to reschedule the date—for one simple reason:
“On our wedding day, I’m taking Ann to the hospital for her prenatal checkup.”
Ann is the widow of his brother Ethan. She’s also my half-sister. In that private room, they laughed at me for being “almost thirty and desperate to get married.”
Ann put on an innocent face. “If Rory is really in such a rush… I can reschedule my appointment.”
I wanted to break up, and Henry frowned as he lectured me:
“As her future sister-in-law, why do you have to fight her over this one day?”
I asked him, “Do you even remember what Friday is?”
He coaxed me softly: “One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” I nodded and said “Fine,” thinking I could still swallow it.
Until I pressed my fingerprint to enter his office and overheard Ann questioning him about inheritance, and Henry answered under his breath, “It won’t come to that—I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”
That was the moment I u

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until I hit play on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.

The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.

And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.

"I missed you so much..."

"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."

Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.

Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?

Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.

I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.

A hundred years ago, that curse was meant for him. I'm the one who threw myself in front of it.
It cost me my elven heart, shattered on the spot—and a name I could never wash off. Traitor.
I never argued. Because the moment I speak the truth, the curse goes straight back to him.
So I stayed. I became his blood servant and let him drain me, one bottle at a time, to feed the woman he'd waited a century for. I told myself that if I endured long enough, someday he'd see my heart for what it was.
Then the healer told me my heart had thirty days left.
And he walked in, knife in hand, to say his beloved needed more of my blood.
This time, I'm not enduring anything.
I'm going to give him back this heart—at the exact moment he's most sure he's won.

To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?

“Divorce? Divorce?” Camilla brokenly asked her husband. She couldn't believe what she heard.

“Yes, I think we should just get a divorce.” Caesar barked.

Camilla Garrison was betrayed by her fiance, by sleeping with her step sister.

That wasn't enough; she was also chased out from the house her maternal grandfather left for her and was tricked by her blood brother and father to sign her company in their name.

Devastated and heartbroken, she left the country with the help of a friend, where she will change her name to Phoenix Gilbert and get married to her ex fiance Trillionaire uncle just to get revenge.

After Camilla had over a quarter of her problem, a found secret would destroy everything.

She also have a lot of enemies to overcome.

Dive into this story and see how Camilla did all this. What would be Caesar's reaction when he found out Camilla had lied about herself?

What would also happen when he found out his wife was his nephew's ex?

Her Ex-fiance also wanted to win her back?

I suffered a head injury when I was little, so I’m a bit slow at everything I do.
My brother is the greatest hero in my heart, so I copy whatever he does—including being a simp.
He simped for a witch, so I did the same for her younger sister. But just as I was being relentlessly humiliated by the sister, and even dragged to the brink of death, my brother quit.

He came to Earth to retrieve an ancient amulet… not to fall in love.

Caelum, a 150-year-old warrior from the mystical realm of Luminari, is sent to the human world on a mission: find and retrieve the golden amulet powerful enough to save his world from destroying. What he didn’t expect was her.

Aurelia—brilliant, quiet, and unknowingly holding the very amulet he was sent for. Bound together as school project partners, what began as cold silence slowly turned into glances, laughter, and something deeper.

And the unexpected happened they fell in love.

But when Caelum finally discovers the truth,he found out she was the one with the amulet. Everything shatters. If he takes the amulet… she will turn to stone.

Now he's torn between his duty to save his dying world or saving the girl who became his world.

After being brought home by my biological parents, I thought I'd finally get the love I'd been missing.

But no matter what I did, they only blamed me for bullying my adopted sister. My husband would just look at me with disgust.

They thought I was cruel and evil. When my adopted sister was diagnosed with leukemia, they forced me to donate bone marrow to her.

I was forced to eat and exercise, gaining twenty pounds in half a month.

My adopted sister suddenly looked at me and said, "Sis, to tell you the truth, I don't have leukemia at all. I'm just playing with you. When you die on the operating table, I'll be with your husband."

I felt so sick I wanted to die.

But I couldn't die.

I had to survive.

I had to crawl out of this hell alive!