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They wanted a real daughter, so they traded me for her.
On the engagement day, my fiancé slipped a ring on her finger. My parents handed me a train ticket to oblivion.
They celebrated their victory while I disappeared.
What they didn't realize was that letting me go was the worst mistake of their lives.
I am the surgical prodigy saving lives that science deems hopeless. I am the muse of the art world. I am the true heir to a dynasty they couldn't even dream of.
Now, I am back.
Not as the girl they abandoned, but as the storm they prayed would never come.
My ex-fiancé kneels in regret. My fake sister chokes on her jealousy. And the CEO who once looked through me? He is now crawling, desperate to taste the success he once threw away.
The joke isn't on me.
It's on them.

At the press conference celebrating his miraculous recovery, my husband announced—right in front of cameras—that he wanted a divorce.
He chose today. The day he finally woke up after three years in a coma. The day my younger sister returned to the country.
I walked away from everything and decided to return to the field that had once been mine.
But someone please tell me—why does my ex-husband keep showing up everywhere I go, like a ghost that refuses to let go?

BLURB: Grace Bennet swore she'd left her sins behind. Now she's back at Raven’s End, vowing to live quietly, no temptation, no lies, no blood.
But the town remembers her and the perils of her beauty. The sheriff can't stop watching her. Her stepbrother can't stop threatening her. Jeremy can't stop himself from wanting her.
Every man she touches falls apart. Every sin she hides pulls her closer to the edge. And when the lake starts calling her name again, She realises that her past isn't buried, it's so alive.

She gave everything to a man who never wanted her—now, she’s taking back her life.

For three years, she lived in the shadow of a loveless marriage. She was the woman everyone loved to hate, the one who supposedly "stole" him from his first love. She endured his cold indifference, raised their son—who struggles with a speech impediment—in silence, and traded her own brilliant career for the thankless role of a trophy wife.

But when his long-lost love returns, she is unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the "real" family.

Enough was enough.

After he publicly humiliates her and chooses the mistress’s daughter over his own son during a birthday party, something inside her finally snaps. She doesn't just want out of the marriage; she wants her life back. With a secret talent for design and a newfound resolve, she walks away from the gilded cage of his estate.

But as she rises from the ashes of her failed marriage to reclaim her status as a top-tier designer, he realizes the woman he treated as a disposable pawn was the only one who truly held his world together.

Now, the woman who once begged for his attention is no longer looking back. Will he be able to earn her forgiveness, or is he finally too late?

By day, Nora Ellis is the efficient, sharp-tongued secretary to the elusive billionaire, David Reid. By night, she becomes Mistress Scarlet – the masked dominatrix who commands The Red Room.

Her two lives never touch.
Until the night her boss walks into her world as a new client.

David's no stranger to control: by day, he's the ruthless CEO with a hidden mafia empire; by night, he's her most demanding client, unaware the masked submissive he craves is the woman who knows his every secret. What starts as forbidden pleasure turns into a dangerous obsession, one that blurs the lines between power, pain, and love.

As enemies close in and Nora’s past resurfaces, she must decide which part of herself to save… the woman he commands, or the woman who could destroy him.

Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit BDSM scenes (including dominance/submission dynamics, impact play, restraint, and sensory deprivation), graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, kidnapping attempts, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, alcohol use, and themes of secrecy, betrayal, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised – safe, sane, and consensual practices are emphasized, but content may be intense for some.

Five years of marriage, and she was nothing but another woman's understudy.
Anniversaries. School events. Galas. In every public moment, it was always the other woman standing beside her husband and children—the perfect wife for all to see.
She only belonged to this family in the shadows, where no one was watching.
This marriage was beyond saving.
When fate extended its hand once more, she seized it and dragged herself out of the mud.
Only then did the man she left behind finally see what he had lost.
But an eagle soaring across the open sky—would she ever bow her head again?

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“Fuck me,” I mutter, “or kill me. We both know you have to choose.”
He snarls as he wraps his hands around my waist.
“Have you ever been fucked, Lucia Reid?”
It's the first time he's said my real name, and it sends heat sparking between my thighs.
“Of course I’ve had sex.”
He leans in until his mouth is against my cheek and whispers, “That’s not what I asked.”
My toes curl in my expensive heels, my hips rolling against him, and his mouth slants over mine roughly, his hands pushing the material of my dress until it pools at the tops of my thighs.
He pushes into me then until I feel his cock pressing hard against my clothed sex.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, princess,” his mouth is at my ear, “Hard enough for you to forget about all about the Reids and Ardens and everything else that doesn’t matter. I’ll make you forget about every cocky rich boy who ever smiled at you, the ones who couldn’t handle you, and I’ll make you come so hard that by the time I'm done... you’ll have to name me king.”

After years of marriage, my husband and son never once treated me like I mattered.
In their eyes, there was only another woman.
When I heard them talking about abandoning me again, I finally hit my limit.
So I asked for a divorce.
From that day on, I lived for myself—and myself alone.

The day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband was still thrusting into me, emptying himself with a roar.
The moment he finished, I opened my mouth to tell him I had three months to live.
He cut me off.
'Lindsey's back. Let's get a divorce.'
My heart died in that instant.

When she called her husband to tell him their son was dead, all she heard on the other end was laughter—him, his mistress, and their child, living like a happy little family.
Her heart turned to ash.
Terminally ill or not, she would find whoever killed her son.
But her husband didn't believe her. Her own family turned against her. They were all protecting the killer.
She was locked away. Threatened. Kidnapped.
When the truth finally clawed its way to the surface, they came crawling back with apologies.
But did it even matter anymore?

My husband cut my unborn child from my womb right in front of his mistress—and fed the baby to a leopard.
I screamed until my voice broke. No one came.
I clutched a stranger's severed head, my soul shattering into a thousand irreparable pieces.
Accused of adultery. Branded the mother of an illegitimate child. They even carved out my kidney—while I was still breathing—to transplant into his mistress.
My life had reached its end. And no one mourned.
Then the wheels of fate turned backward, and I woke up on the day of our engagement.
My hands were trembling. My heart was whole. And I remembered everything.
I looked out at the expectant faces of our guests—and at the man who would become my husband. The man who would destroy me.
He smiled at me, waiting.
And I said: No. I don't.

Avery lost everything the day her father betrayed the Silver-Ridge Pack.
Branded a traitor. Blamed for her sister's death. Sold to the very Alpha her father once betrayed.
Lucian Draveth is blind. Merciless. A monster whispered about in fear. A man who sees Avery as nothing more than a property.
But Avery refuses to submit.
"You want a chance, Avery? Fine. Let's play a game." His voice is calm.
"The main gate is half a mile through the forest. If you reach it and pass through before I lay a hand on you… you are free."
My breath hitches. "And if you catch me?"
"Then you stop fighting and come back. Run."
Five minutes. Half a mile. One blind Alpha hunting her through the dark.
Avery runs. Not because she believes she'll win but because she refuses to break.
The closer Avery gets to freedom, the more she realizes something is wrong. Lucian is hiding something far worse than cruelty.
And when Avery learns why he refuses to let her go, revenge stops being enough.
In a world where the Moon Goddess chooses mates, Avery must decide: destroy the monster or survive loving one.
Warning: Mature content. Dark romance themes.

I married a man who didn't love me.
When other women falsely accused me, not only did he not help me, but he also sided with them to bully and hurt me...
I was utterly disappointed in him and divorced him!
After returning to my parents' home, my father asked me to inherit billions in assets, and my mother and grandmother pampered me, making me the happiest woman in the world!
At this point, that man regretted it. He came to me, knelt down, and begged me to remarry him.
So, tell me, how should I punish this heartless man?
（I highly recommend a captivating book that I couldn't put down for three days and nights. It's incredibly engaging and a must-read. The title of the book is "The Billionaire's Daughter" You can find it by searching for it in the search bar.）

After her terminal diagnosis, the first call she made was to her husband. A woman answered, her laughter shattering what little hope remained.
Even her childhood sweetheart had abandoned her for her sister, leaving her completely alone in the world.
With only one month left to live, she walked away without a word, crossing an ocean for a slim chance at survival.
Then the news of her death reached them.
Regret hit like a storm. Her husband abandoned every other woman and searched desperately for traces of her. Her first love finally realized who he had always wanted. Everyone who had hurt her was drowning in guilt, desperate for one last chance to make things right.

But she wasn’t dead.
While they were still consumed by remorse, she returned — alive, untouchable, and now the head of a leading medical conglomerate. She stepped back into their world with a cold, commanding presence, leaving them stunned and powerless before the woman they thought they had lost forever.

She watched her husband walk out of the obstetrics ward with his mistress. She walked out of oncology.
Years of neglect. A critically ill family member draining every penny she had. She clung to him like a parasite—not out of love, but survival. And he knew it. He was certain she would never leave.
Until the day he saw the blood she coughed up. And the prenatal report lying next to it.
He tore up the divorce papers and locked her by his side.
This time, love arrived before death did.

Married for years. Hidden for years. A wife no one knew existed.
The day the doctors said terminal, her husband named a skyscraper after himself and his mistress. The city cheered. Then he called — not to ask if she was okay, but to order her to clean up the scandal. Smile. Swallow it.
She did. She always did.
The hospital called. Emergency surgery. He hung up. Blocked the number.
She went under the knife alone. No hand to hold. No one outside that door. As the anesthesia dragged her down, one thought lingered — if she died tonight, would he even know?
She didn't die. But something in her did.
Divorce papers signed. No tears. No begging. Gone.
Years later, her name lit up every headline — the visionary AI architect behind a global tech revolution. The world couldn't stop saying her name.
He came crawling back. Apologies. Grand gestures. Begging outside her door for hours. His empire meant nothing now. Every achievement tasted like ash. That skyscraper mocked him against the skyline every single day.
She looked at him the way you look at a stranger.
"Do I know you?"
And walked away. Not once looking back.

On my husband’s birthday, my sister returned home.
The first thing she said to me was, "So, when are you planning to divorce him?"
I let out a cold laugh, turned on my heel, and headed straight to a club to hire eight go-go dancers.
I was in the middle of a steamy, skin-to-skin dance with a model who had a perfect eight-pack when my husband—who usually makes it a point to be in bed early—dragged me off the dance floor.
Looking at his dark, livid face, I said, "The young men here don't need an early bedtime to hold onto their youth. You're already old." I tapped his cheek and smiled. "And I deserve better."

When their real daughter came home, my foster parents threw me out like trash.
But before I could even leave, my foster sister pinned a murder charge on me.
I watched the police rush toward me. Then I lifted my foster sister's arm—the one still marked with fresh needle punctures—and smiled at the crowd.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
Beneath this unremarkable face, I am a once-in-a-century medical genius, a phantom hacker, an elite designer... Even if my birth family lived in the poorest slum in the city, I could give them a life beyond their wildest dreams.
But then, the cheerful jingle of an ice cream truck cut through the chaos.
And a fleet of Rolls-Royces pulled up behind it.
Turns out, my real family isn't poor at all. They might just be the richest people in the country.
Well then. The game just changed.

As a wife and mother, she came home one day to find another woman in her place.
That was when she knew. This marriage was beyond saving.
The lies and deception were just a thin veil no one bothered to see through. The favoritism. The blame. Year after year, cutting into her like glass.
When the birthday cake she had fought so hard to get ended up in the trash, she swallowed her tears along with the bitterness.
Giving up became inevitable. So did the divorce.
It wasn't until dust settled on her vanity table that her husband and children finally realized—home had become a cold, empty coffin.

After being abandoned by my husband one last time and rejected by my own son, I finally hit my breaking point.
Because I was dying.
At the very end, fate sent me back to the world I once knew.
And there, love and glory swept over me like a flood.

Eight months pregnant, strung up and tortured by her own husband — because he decided the baby wasn't his.
She nursed him back from his accident. Held his family together with her bare hands. And another woman wore the crown that was hers.
They plastered her face across explicit photos. Forged the paternity test. Took everything — even her name.
She watched, screaming, shattering — as her husband ripped their newborn from her arms and threw the child into a cage of beasts.
Her mother couldn't take it. She jumped.
Her father was tortured until she couldn't recognize his face.
She begged to live. They wouldn't let her.
She begged to die. They wouldn't let her either.
Until she was reborn.
She remembers every face. Every wound. Every scream.
And this time, there will be no mercy.

After years of marriage, my husband has always believed that our one-night stand was a trap I set for him.
There’s another woman in his heart.
What I never expected was that even my own son would turn his back on me.

“Now's your chance... tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I’m going to worship you.” He trails his lips up to my jawline. "Every single inch of you."

​My fingers tangle in the bedsheets as my panties get wetter. We should stop. This is scandalous, reckless and all shades of wrong. But when he holds me this way, I know there's absolutely no going back.

So without thinking, I raise to my tiptoes and whisper, "Don't you dare stop."

​I feel his lips curve as he smirks, kissing my jaw softly. "Your wish is my command, doll."

His hand slides past my stomach, way down till he's at my center, circling my slick folds. I suck in a breath.

​"Now be a good girl for me and don't make a sound," his fingers spread, parting me until his thumb finds my throbbing nub. "We don't want to wake the whole house."

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Rule #1: Never sleep with a stranger.

Rule #2: Definitely don’t do it while accepting a drunken bet from your best friend.

One reckless night with a tattooed, ex-soldier was supposed to stay buried in a cheap motel. But after a twist of fate, we find ourselves stuck sharing a lake house for four weeks and trying very hard not to cross lines that shouldn't be crossed.

I'm smart enough to know we shouldn't do this, but he's reckless enough not to care. And for the first time in years, I’m terrified I might actually want something badly enough to ruin my life for it.