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A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

She's just human or so she thinks. She has no idea werewolves exists until one day she attends her best friends birthday and everything changes.

Growing up, if Cecily so much as frowned, whatever I was holding would be ripped from my hands. If she coughed twice, I’d be sent to kneel out in the snow to reflect on how I had "failed to take proper care of my sister."

In adulthood, their favoritism remained unchanged—only it grew deadlier.

My father would slam his fist against the table, threatening to freeze my trust fund and kick me out of the Vance family.

My mother would stare at me with red, tearful eyes, accusing me of "stealing your sister's nutrients in the womb."

Even Declan, my husband on paper, would constantly lecture me about being "reasonable" and "compliant," trying to pressure me into signing a "Volunteer Experimental Trial Consent Form" for Cecily's sake.

An unapproved, illegal human trial.

In the past, I would have cried. I would have looked at them and asked, "When did any of you ever look at me and see a daughter?"

That was until the day I got my own medical report back.

[Terminal Congenital Heart Failure.]

Seven days left to live.

When my father threw that consent form on the table again, using my banishment as collateral; when my mother sobbed, begging me to "take the hit" for my sister; when Declan tried to coax me, promising "just cooperate, it’ll be over soon"—I finally picked up the pen.

I signed my name on an experimental trial waiver with a 90% mortality rate.

They all smiled with relief. They told me I was finally being mature.

What they didn't know was that my time was already up.

I was reborn on the exact night my guardian, Caleb, was consumed by a drug-induced rut.

This time, I didn't hesitate. I dialed his fated Luna directly. "Your Alpha is in rut. You have ten minutes to come collect him."

In my past life, I loved the Alpha who took me in. I gave him everything when he needed it most, throwing myself into the fire just to save him, even bearing his pup.

But that same night, his precious "white moon"—Selena—went out for a walk, only to be dragged away and slaughtered by rogues.

She had mind-linked him thirty-three times before she died. But he was with me, delivering our baby, and he blocked her out.

For that, my reward was a silver collar piercing my scent glands in the cold dungeons. I was forced to watch my baby die in agony, my last sight in this world being Caleb’s eyes, filled with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"If you hadn't refused to call Selena that night, if you hadn't been such a whore begging for my bed, she would never have died."

"You and this bastard pup... the world is cleaner with you both dead."

I blinked, and the nightmare shattered. I was back. Back to the exact night the aphrodisiac triggered his rut.

Kane was the undisputed tyrant of our high school, notoriously ruthless with his words.

I’d always been on the curvier side. When the new, form-fitting cheer uniforms arrived at the locker room, Kane hadn't held back his mocking laugh.

"Are you seriously going to parade around in that?" he had sneered. "Please. You look like a pig about to burst out of its casing. It's embarrassing."

I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d mentally broken down over Kane’s acidic remarks. But every time, I forced myself to swallow the humiliation.

Why? Because he was the state's most coveted star quarterback.

Because whenever someone else tried to give me hell, he’d step in with that fiercely impatient, undeniably protective attitude of his. That was my justification.

That was, until the eve of the State Championship.

Daisy, a nobody freshman who had barely scraped her way onto the cheer squad, took the confidential playbook our team had spent three agonizing months perfecting, and handed it straight to our biggest rivals.

Normally, Kane would have sneered and verbally shredded the culprit until there was nothing left of their dignity.

But this time? He just stepped forward, pulled a pack of tissues from the pocket of his expensive letterman jacket, tossed it at Daisy’s feet, and looked away.

"Stop crying," he said, his voice strangely subdued. "The damage is done, and tears won't fix a damn thing. Besides, your face gets all red and swollen when you cry. It's an ugly look."

The night before our mating ceremony, my Alpha boyfriend was tangled up with my brother's fiancée.

He was my brother's ride-or-die companion, and the son-in-law our pack cherished most.

My brother was devastated by this betrayal and charged toward the border that very day, never to return.

Yet everyone kept urging me to forgive them.

His comrade pleaded: "Kael knows he messed up. For the sake of all these years of brotherhood, just give him another chance."

The Elder advised: "I know you're angry, but he's now our pack's Alpha. Making things too bitter won't be good for your future either. Elara, let it go."

Even the usually fair Council Chief was persuading me: "Elara, he's a war hero. It's not easy for a pack to cultivate an Alpha... some things... require considering the bigger picture."

I stopped arguing and simply knelt before my brother's grave for an entire night.

Then I submitted my severance application and moved to new territory with my parents, who had gone white-haired overnight.

Before leaving, Kael blocked my path with reddened eyes: "Elara, do you hate me this much? Won't you even give me a chance to atone?"

I looked at him calmly: "Your sin, like my brother's life, can never be repaid."

After that day, he continued rising through the pack ranks, earning honors, as if nothing had ever happened.

While our family stayed away for three whole years.

I thought I'd never have any connection with Kael again in this lifetime.

Until a recall order brought him back before me once more.

"Elara, long time no see."

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

When Arthur brought his fallen comrade's widow Elena and her son into our knight's estate, I didn't cry or make a scene.

I simply packed our belongings in silence with my daughter Lilith, moving out of the master bedroom.

"Elena is struggling alone with her child," I said calmly to Arthur. "We'll move to the basement so you can better care for them."

On Lilith's seventh birthday, Arthur gave her a magical glider model. Elena's son Damian cried and demanded it for himself.

Lilith expressionlessly handed over the toy: "Father says little brother has no father now, so you'll be his father. As his big sister, I should let him have it."

Arthur was pleased by our tolerance and generosity, but gradually noticed something—I no longer seemed to love him, and our daughter no longer warmed to him either.

He didn't know that in my past life, he had thrown us out of our home for that mother and son. During the winter blizzard, while Lilith and I starved and froze, he gave all our gold and mana stones to Elena's family, leaving us to die of cold and hunger.

After my rebirth, my daughter and I stopped fighting, stopped competing.

But we would never need Arthur again.

When he wanted to carve out my daughter's Star-magic eyes to save Damian, I finally dropped the pretense and called upon my brother—the Abyssal Duke.

Time for this hypocritical holy knight to practice his "Greater Good" with his own Light Core.

A fire broke out at the fraternity party. I desperately pushed Mia, my brother's girlfriend, out of harm's way, only to get pinned down by a falling beam myself. My brother Liam chose to save Mia first, kicking away my oxygen mask as he left. Mia then locked the door, leaving me to burn alive.

Yet they thought I was throwing a tantrum and playing hide-and-seek. They called me "toxic" and "attention-seeking" on social media, even freezing my credit cards.

The day I won the competition, my sister's heart "failed," and she could never stand again.

From that moment, she claimed all the favoritism.

Looking at my wall of honors, she sat in her wheelchair, heartbroken: "Chloe is so amazing, unlike me—just a burden who could die any moment."

My brother's heart ached for her. He grabbed a baseball bat and smashed all my trophies to pieces, defending her honor.

When I was selected as dance troupe captain, tears streamed down her face: "If I hadn't gotten sick, could I have shined on the Lincoln Center stage too?"

My parents turned to scold me for showing off, drugging me before the audition and ruining my chances.

Later, she had a breakdown and went live on Instagram, swallowing pills while sobbing that she didn't deserve love.

My childhood sweetheart, my fiancé, rushed to her side immediately. He dropped to one knee and slipped my diamond engagement ring onto her finger.

Later, I was killed by an armed robber. As I lay dying, I made one last desperate call for help.

He hung up impatiently:

"Mia needs me to hold her hand during her IV treatment. Stop being so fucking unreasonable!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my sister's heart "failed."

My name is Evelyn. In my third year working at the morgue, I unzipped body bag J-47 and found my sister who had been missing for three days—her chest cavity surgically hollowed out, heart and magic-infused ribs completely gone.

My hands shaking, I checked my phone. A text from my billionaire fiancé Tristan: "Babe, don't forget tomorrow's engagement dinner. Heard about Lily's accident? Already arranged lawyers to handle it."

I almost laughed. For three months, this Ivy League heir kissed my forehead every night, whispering how much he loved me. Yet yesterday, he personally supervised a live heart extraction—to save his dying white moonlight, he strapped my sister to an operating table and carved out her heart while she was fully conscious.

Using my witch bloodline, I accessed Lily's final memories. I saw her desperate eyes, heard Tristan coldly command: "Careful with the goods."

At the fraternity engagement party, Tristan announced a five-million-dollar settlement for the "tragic accident." The lawyer handed me documents—NDAs, death certificates, and a forged organ donation form with my signature.

I looked across the table. The previously dying heiress Chloe was elegantly cutting steak, her cheeks flushed with unnatural health. My sister's heart beat strong in her chest.

"Sign it, Evie," Tristan stroked my hand. "Life must go on."

I tore up every contract.

"You think money buys lives?" I slashed my palm, blood igniting the shredded papers. "Tonight, learn about real equivalent exchange."

Only then did Tristan realize he wasn't marrying some ordinary morgue intern, but the last heir of the First Witch bloodline.

He activated the fraternity's witch-hunting trap—silver chains, exorcism arrays, and my most trusted friend Mark driving a consecrated nail into my back.

But when the ancient seal shattered, when the primordial witch power awakened, I systematically ripped out the hearts of every fraternity brother, letting them experience my sister's final agony.

Facing annihilation, Tristan fell to his knees weeping: "You're the one I've always loved!"

I smiled coldly, opening the crematorium pit beneath the floor: "Want to chase your wife? Here's a real crematorium."

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

To protect my older sister's piano championship, my own brother crushed all ten of my fingers.
To win my sister's favor, my fiancé hired someone to kick the baby out of me.
After surviving a fire that nearly killed me, I finally woke up.
And when I returned, I blasted the hard proof of their affair and their schemes all over the internet. As I watched them lose their minds, lose everything, and drop to their knees begging for mercy, I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and claimed the top of the world!

I am a princess of the deep sea. For love, I abandoned my crown and used ocean magic to help him rise from a penniless sailor to a duke of immense wealth.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, he slapped me in front of all the guests, tore the Ocean Crown from my head to place it on his mistress, and ripped away my reverse scales: "I'm sick of this freakish marriage to a monster!" Blood flowed down the coral cuts, and my unborn child miscarried in the humiliation.

The moment the first reverse scale fell from my chest, I forgot our first kiss. At the same time, his three gold-laden ships mysteriously sank on the windless sea.

The Abyssal Pact has been activated: seven reverse scales correspond to seven memories. With each scale that falls, I forget him a little more, while he loses all the wealth he gained through me.

When I took my last breath in that Harlem tenement, the final image burned into my dying eyes was Noah—my "perfect" fiancé—watching with manufactured anguish as the judge sentenced me for his crimes.

This golden boy manipulator had convinced me to take the fall for his drug charges, destroying my Oxford scholarship and Wall Street future.

Now I'm back, three days before that fatal graduation party.

This time, the gentle control freak can pay for his own stupidity.

I have seventy-two hours to strip away his saint mask and kick him off his pedestal—then climb over his corpse to claim my Wall Street throne.

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

To win back his one true love, my husband sent me, pregnant and vulnerable, straight into the clutches of a rival mob's dungeon.
I was torn apart by vicious dogs, a brutal end for both me and my unborn child.
After death, my spirit drifted back home, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Let her learn her lesson; she won't come back until she admits she was wrong."
It wasn't until a mangled, rotting body was dumped at his feet, and he saw the blood-soaked wedding ring on its finger, that this heartless mob boss finally snapped...

WARNING!( MATURE )
"Are you touching yourself?" he voices in a husky murmur startling the hell out of me.
I quickly sit up and look at his amused face, "N...no" I stutter in embarrassment.
"Let me see" Carl crouches in front of me and grabs my hand to inspect my wet fingers.
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Kayla is Santino's American mafia princess. In the world of guns, an enemy is bound to knock on your door anytime.
What happens when her father's enemy knocks on their door?
And what happens when Kayla learns that she's betrothed to a ruthless Italian mafia boss, Carl Moreno? Also known as the s*x-god.
And to add on that, a man of many enemies.
Join me to find out

Don't talk to me. Don't touch me. Don't appear in my space. These are the three rules he gave me.

But Alpha, why are you breaking all of them?

On their third anniversary, instead of a gift, Bryce threw divorce papers directly at Rose’s face so his first love could move into their marital bed.

"Sign it immediately. Lily is back, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved," Bryce sneered, looking at Rose's faded dress with utter disgust. "I’ll give you a million dollars. Don't let my grandmother know you're struggling on the streets like a beggar."

For three years, Rose had swallowed every humiliation, scrubbing floors and secretly using her own connections to build Bryce’s empire from nothing. She loved him so deeply she willingly played the role of a poor orphan. But looking at his cold, arrogant eyes, her love turned to ash.

"Keep your dirty money," Rose whispered. She picked up the pen, signed the papers without a single tear, and slammed them onto the table. "Give me half an hour to pack. Johansen is nothing without me!"

An hour later, Bryce stood by the window, expecting to see his pathetic ex-wife crying in the rain. Instead, he watched in absolute shock as a limited-edition white Rolls-Royce smoothly pulled up to her. A man in a custom Armani suit stepped out, respectfully opened the door, and gently kissed her hand before she slipped inside.

Bryce’s blood boiled instantly. "She left with a billionaire? Who the hell is that man?!"

What Bryce didn't know was that the man wasn't just any billionaire. He was Dominic Cavendish, the most ruthless CEO in the country—and Rose’s fiercely protective older brother, coming to take the true heiress of the Cavendish empire back to her throne.

In "Powerless Hearts: A Tale of Survival and Love," the world as we know it changed drastically on April 1, 2023, when a global blackout plunged civilization into chaos.
With power outages worldwide and communication systems failing, society began to collapse. Amidst the turmoil, Gabriella, a college student trapped in her dorm, faces immediate danger and desperation. She is saved from a threatening situation by Andrew, a compassionate rescuer with a solar-powered home.

As the world outside grows increasingly chaotic, Gabriella and Andrew form a deep connection, evolving from a bond of survival into a passionate romance. They find solace and strength in each other amidst the crumbling remnants of their former lives. Their love becomes a source of hope as they navigate the challenges of their new reality, including the constant threat of violence from desperate outsiders.

Their relationship flourishes in the face of adversity, marked by tender moments and intense intimacy. Yet, despite their personal happiness, the community they inhabit faces growing external pressures. The struggle for resources and the mounting anger from those outside their safe haven create an ever-present tension.

As the story progresses, Gabriella and Andrew confront not only the external threats but also the internal fears and desires that come with living in such a fractured world. Their journey is a powerful exploration of love and resilience, proving that even in the darkest times, the human spirit can find light and connection.

In this gripping tale of dystopian romance and survival, "Powerless Hearts" highlights the strength of love and the enduring hope that drives people to fight for their future.

Behavioral expert, Julia Menken, works as one of the few police 'profilers' in The Netherlands' Homicide and Sex Crimes Unit. She regards her intuition as one of her biggest strengths, but it's that same intuition that causes diabolical dilemmas, both at work and in her private life.

He pressed our hands together, mixing our blood as he spoke the words that sealed my fate. “I, Alpha Kayden Maxwell of the Blood Moon pack, reject Leah James as my mate.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. The pain that followed was unbearable, like my soul was being torn in two. I gasped and clutched my chest as the bond between us snapped.

“I… I, Leah James, accept your rejection.”

Kayden turned away from me as if I was nothing more than a nuisance. “Now that that’s done, I have another announcement. Selena will be my mate. She has all the qualities of a future Luna.”

The crowd erupted into cheers. Their approval for Selena was loud and clear. I watched as she stepped forward. She leaned into Kayden as if to mark her territory. The sight of them together made my stomach turn.


Leah’s world shatters when her fated mate, Alpha Kayden, rejects her for another. Heartbroken, she discovers that she is not just an ordinary wolf. In fact, she is the last heir to a powerful bloodline. As dark forces rise and her hidden powers awaken, Leah must face the truth about her past and the dangerous future ahead. With a prophecy threatening to destroy everything, Leah is forced to choose between love and power. Can she and Kayden stop the coming storm or will her destiny tear them apart forever?

They killed me on my birthday—my sister and my lover. My final sin was even worse: I was the one who murdered my husband, the only man who ever truly loved me.

Death was my escape. But rebirth is my sentence.

I woke up on the night I betrayed him. This time, I won’t beg for a divorce. I’ll beg for his forgiveness. And then, I’ll use my knowledge of the future to destroy everyone who destroyed us.

This life isn’t a gift. It’s a war. And I will not lose.

This is the story of two Luna who switched bodies and lived in opposite times. They must fulfill their mission to put their souls back to their original era.
Meet Ariana Ferrer and Anika Perez. These two mysterious she-wolfs experience lots of adventure to unravel individuals' secrets. Can they succeed in their missions and both will return home to their original time or will be stuck forever because they both failed? How about their mates, are they going to risk their lives just to save their Lunas?

What if you fall in love with your stepfather?

Harley Aldana was merely 18 when she felt a sudden urge after meeting her mom's new husband Evo Montero. She knew that it was forbidden but when she saw how his gaze melts her, she couldn't focus on everything but only on him.
Can she control her urgency because she don't want to hurt her mom or she will accept the consequences afterward just to be with her hot and rich stepfather?

They thought I was just a helpless blind wife. They couldn't have been more wrong.

After miraculously regaining my sight, the first thing I witnessed was my devoted husband entangled with his mistress. His “unwavering love” was nothing but lies—a scheme to steal my fortune.

Now it's my turn to take control. I'll gather every shred of evidence and leave him with nothing.

But when the city's most powerful and ruthless billionaire enters the picture, my revenge plan grows complicated. He knows my secret and offers a devilish deal: “Become my personal assistant to pay off your debts. And divorce your husband.”

That cheating husband thought my blindness made me weak. He's about to learn nothing is more dangerous than a wife who finally sees clearly—and holds a fortune in her hands.

"Do you want this?" He whispered seductively, his voice low and husky as he pressed his body against hers. She could feel the hard outline of his desire pressing against her through her tight jean shorts, igniting a fire within her that made her want to part her legs for him.

Lydia nodded shyly.

"Words, Lydia" Drake snarled, leaning down sucking, licking, kissing, and nipping her neck, "I need to hear you say you want me as much as I want you."

"Yes, Drake. Yes. Please." She begged,"I want this. I need you."


Desperate times call for desperate measures. With the hospital hounding her about her mother's unpaid medical bills, Lydia finds it necessary to drop out of college and join an escort service. When Lydia is offered a job pretending to be a billionaire's girlfriend, she jumps at the opportunity. She'll make quick cash, and all her problems will be solved. How hard could the job be? One missing nanny and a dark family secret later, Lydia discovers the job isn't quite what it was made out to be.

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

My greatest sin was killing the only man who loved me. Reborn, I have one mission: his salvation.

No more lies. This time, I offer myself to the blind king I wronged. My knowledge of the future is my dowry—I know the poison in his cup and the knife at his back.

Our marriage is my penance and his armor. I was his ruin. Now, I will be his vengeance.

Ten years ago, Kent Oliver Stone broke Lucy Mason's heart until he came back to her life. They both reunited in a bar and hooked up. She thought her night and shining armor came to rescue her from being broken but it was not what she expected. He's back to ruin her life again. She loves him and decided to become his mistress but what if that one-night stand made her pregnant? Is she going to fight it or let Kent ruin her life over and over again?
Series#1 Broken and Pregnant
#2 Beautiful and Healed
#3 Taken and Caged

I hired a male escort to celebrate. He turned out to be Damien Rossi, the Mafia King of New York—and my new client.

Now, I’m trapped. By day, I’m the PR expert cleaning his empire. By night, I’m his obsession, my body betraying me for the man I should destroy.

But my deepest secret remains: I am Sofia Nostra, the last heir of the family he vowed to obliterate. Our passion is built on a lie that could get us both killed.

When the truth shatters our fragile world, will this burning hatred destroy us, or forge a forbidden love stronger than blood and vengeance?

A dark, addictive mafia romance for fans of enemies-to-lovers and ruthless anti-heroes.

Anya was an orphan taken in by the Beta’s family of the Silvercrest Pack but she was never treated as their daughter. While her stepsister Talia was raised as a lady of the pack, Anya grew up as a servant in the very house that was supposed to be her home. She secretly loved Leon, the future Alpha, even though she knew someone like him could never belong to her because he was always meant to marry Talia.On the night of their engagement party, Anya’s life changed forever when she discovered that Leon was her true mate. Before she could even understand what was happening, Leon rejected her in front of the entire pack, choosing duty and status over the mate bond. Humiliated and heartbroken, Anya is forced to leave the only home she has ever known and follow a powerful Alpha who offers her a place in his pack.In a new land, far from Silvercrest, Anya begins to change. Strange abilities awaken inside her and she starts to realize that there are secrets about her past that no one ever told her. The more she learns, the more she understands that she was never meant to live as a servant and that her life was built on lies.As Anya grows stronger and starts to build a new life, the Silvercrest Pack begins to feel the absence of the girl they once treated as nothing. Leon, who once rejected her without hesitation, begins to realize that the bond he broke was not so easy to forget.When the truth about Anya’s identity finally comes to light, will Leon be too late to win back the mate he rejected?

Nicolai Petrovich never wanted to be a hero—he has too much blood on his hands and too many ghosts in his past. The only thing that ever kept him human was his sister. And when Selene dies in a night of gunfire and chaos, something breaks inside him that will never heal again.
But hell has a sense of irony: on the day he buries his sister, Nicolai is forced into a marriage with Alessandro De Luca—the heir of the most ruthless mafia family in the city. The Phantom. The man everyone fears.
What was meant to be a political alliance quickly turns into a battle for dominance and sanity. Alessandro claims Nicolai as if he has every right to—through orders, through touch, through a kiss that feels less like affection and more like a brand burned into skin. And Nicolai hates it… almost as much as he hates that his body doesn’t always agree with him.
Caught between loyalty, guilt, and a man who sees right through him, Nicolai starts to fall. Deeper, darker, more dangerously than he ever should.
Because Alessandro is no legend, no myth—he’s far worse: a man who always gets what he wants.
And he wants Nicolai.
What follows is a war of desire, power, and broken promises. A marriage that isn’t one. A prison without bars. And a man fighting not to lose himself to someone who might bring him back to life… or destroy him completely.
Forced Marriage with the Devil — a story about obsession, pain, unwanted intimacy, and the slow, brutal fight for freedom… or personal ruin.

Lucas was a married billionaire, but the marriage was not as good as the rumors say.
He had been spying on his new secretary for a long time. She has a good face, a hot body, and a neat demeanor.
“Mention your business , lady. Don't think about rolling on my bed. Or I will kick you out.”
Clarie was shocked when she heard the such arrognant words.
But something unspeakable things happened.
Her boss slept her.
"I don't want to have sex with an unconscious person. Now you're awake. Can I fuck you now?"
Clarie has voveted him for a long time...
Can she restrain her desire there?

At the age of twenty seven, Amaya White has been dumped more times than she could remember. She's got a happy family, perfect body, dream job, but a spiteful boss who seemingly always ruins her chances of getting her greatest wish granted.
What's her greatest wish?
That would be to get her cherry popped in the hardest and craziest way ever.
Weird right?
Billionaire Jacques Dickens is one of the most influential young CEO in Australia. He's a man with a poker face, cold personality and hardened heart.
Dating isn't his thing.
Love is thorn on his skin.
Everyday he works his @ss off just to make RORY'S WEARS the best.
The company his late father had left in his care. The company he has to protect from the prying clasps of his toxic stepmother.
Just when he thought he's taking it to the next level, he lost his company and his life and everything became meaningless. However, he was lucky enough to be given another chance. A new life to set things right.
Will he be able to make the best use of his second life?

“You’ll move in with me and your sister will be taken care of. You'll tell your sister that I'm your new boss.” He spelled out.

“You'll wait for me every night on my bed so I can fuck you mercilessly for making me set my eyes on you after seven years. I hate you. You have no fucking idea.”

I wanted to sob. It was fucking over. I am giving the next three years of my life to this man, just so I could save my sister and clear my debts.
…….

My life has been a rollercoaster of suffering with no end. It became worse the very minute I was at my lowest, and I locked eyes with my high school bully.

I had no idea how he found me but now that we were all grown, I knew he would never leave me alone.

After seven years, he still didn't change. He was still a thorn in my flesh, and he always managed to make me wet and weak in the knees.

I ran. I ran. I ran, but he always found me.

Eden McBride spent her whole life colouring within the lines. But when her fiancé dumps her one month before their wedding, Eden is done following the rules. A hot rebound is just what the doctor recommends for her broken heart. No, not really. But it's what Eden needs. Liam Anderson, the heir to the biggest logistics company in Rock Union, is the perfect rebound guy. Dubbed the Three Months Prince by the tabloids because he's never with the same girl longer than three months, Liam's had his fair share of one night stands and doesn't expect Eden to be anything more than a hookup. When he wakes up and finds her gone along with his favourite denim shirt, Liam is irritated, but oddly intrigued. No woman has ever left his bed willingly or stole from him. Eden has done both. He needs to find her and make her account. But in a city with more than five million people, finding one person is as impossible as winning the lottery, until fate brings them together again two years later. Eden is no longer the naive girl she was when she jumped into Liam's bed; she now has a secret to protect at all costs. Liam is determined to get everything Eden stole from him, and it's not just his shirt.

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Have you ever thought that a man sending his wife to his enemy means he doesn't love her?”

I raised my face to look at him, and he was smiling down at me like a sick maniac. He continued on, and I was trying to understand what he was trying to say.

“You know, I would never let another man fuck my wife, especially one that looks like you. Exactly like you.”

“What?” I said breathlessly.

“I know who you are, Evangeline.”

The world seemed to pause as I heard my real name slip from his mouth. He caught me. He caught us. Is that why he called me here?

I suddenly couldn't speak. I just glared at him. He had no right to get mad!

“Funny how you walked right into my trap.”

My breathing came out in harsh exhales, I couldn't help but panic.

“The stupidest thing Antonio did was let me set my eyes on you. Surely you don't think I'm letting you go, right?”

“Nico–”

…..

Sent by her older husband to sleep with his young, hot enemy to get something from him, she fails, badly.

Now, she's in a mess, blackmailed into working for him because she lustfully crawled back for a second time with him without her husband's knowledge.

Things aren't always as they seem.

"So I was just a game to you, Angela?"
"Everything they said is true... I got close to you because of the bet."
Years later, high school betrayal ignites a deadly adult contract.
"This isn't a negotiation, Angela. I want your body, and I'll give you a price. That's it."
"Angela Jones. Once untouchable. Now sitting in front of me, begging."
"You're staying here starting today... your life isn't yours anymore."
Angela Jones is on the rise in Hollywood when a scandal destroys her career. Fleeing to Santa Barbara to escape the chaos, she runs into Aaron Carter,the man she once framed and ruined.
Aaron isn't the boy she remembers. He's a cold, calculated billionaire now, with only one goal: revenge. Using absolute control, he drags Angela into a dangerous game where every past sin and secret is laid bare. From betrayal and heartbreak to a binding contract that leaves her life under his command, Angela must navigate a world of power, desire, and ruthless retribution.
In the end, she must choose: fight to reclaim her life or surrender to the man determined to ruin her... and maybe, the only one who can save her.

He was supposed to be the predator.
The wolf.
The Alpha.

Until I pressed my stiletto between his legs and whispered in his ear:

“On all fours.”

And he obeyed.

Kneeling.
Hands cuffed.
Hard as a rock, his cock bulging and twitching behind his expensive pants.

I smiled.

Ran the sharp tip of my heel right over the thick length between his legs.

“Wanna come?” I asked sweetly.
“Beg.”
“With your mouth wide open… like a good little dog.”

Governed by a curse they knew nothing about, two rival packs decided to get messier and involved an innocent Sabrina Sprouse into the mix.

Sabrina catches her mate and husband cheating on her with her step sister during a surprise party she threw for him.

Ending up with twins after a one night stand with a stranger, seven years later, a savior comes to rescue her sick son before the cold hands of death snatches him.

She was dirt poor, with no hopes to repay since her ex husband divorced and sent her away seven years ago.
But help doesn't fall from the sky.

There's a catch– A two year marriage contract. Except, it wasn't what it seemed.

Nothing was truly how it seemed as curses and complications were waiting to strike.

Will they end up falling in love after her initial resistance to be used as a pawn?

Clara owns a coffee shop in her small town. Every day is the same until she meets Rowan. His touch ignites something within her.

There can never be more embarrassing than finding a naked guy in the middle of nowhere, but he is asking for help, and Sybil doesn’t have the heart to leave him alone. And so, she takes him home. Ace proves himself to be a decent guy. But what can be worse than two strangers with no memories falling in love and then later finding out the sad truth their memories hide?
Little do they know… the worst is yet to come.
Are they ready for it?
Will their love story lead to a happy ending, or will they choose vengeance instead of love?

Choosing one of the two people who truly love her is the hardest thing for Ana. In the midst of her indecision to choose, Ana must feel disappointed when she finds out that the two men are werewolves. And what surprised Ana the most was that her true identity was a werewolf too.
Ana resisted fate, she didn't want to be a wolf. Ana also doesn't want to marry an Alpha chosen by Moon Goddess. How will the story continue between Ana and the two Alphas who love and love her? Can Ana accept her destiny as a werewolf? Will Ana become Luna one of the two Alphas? Or does Ana have another mate that Moon Goddess has destined for her?

Serena is looking for one night with a Daddy Dom and she finds the perfect man in a sex club. The Daddy believes he's found perfection too and races to find her after she runs away. What will Serena do when she finds out Daddy wants to share her with his friends? Will she balk or will she dive right in?