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With abashed steps, she walked into the living room, already grunting before her mother started ranting. Ummah examined her from head to toe before she scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. What sort of stubborn child does she have? Among her four daughters, Hidayah was the only one giving her a tough time. And she always questioned herself for making Hidayah her favourite child at the same time treating them with equal love.

Hidayah pretended as if no one was in the living room and started walking towards the stairs. 'Hidayah come back here!" Ummah instructed her. Hidayah hesitated before she halted and slowly turned to look at Ummah. 'I called your friend, Yasmeen and she told me you guys were done with your exams for the day since 12 noon. Now look at the time."

Hidayah swallowed the anger and heaved a sigh. She needn't to be on her mother's bad side that night. At least for the sake of Adam and the party they were going to attend tonight. 'Something came up and I had to stay in school and tackle it." Without waiting to hear more of her mother's rants, she walks off to her room.

Ummah looked at her retreating back and shook her head. She believed it was a trial and she would surely pass it.

Twenty-five years of being overlooked.
My husband Steven prefers my best friend Liliana, and my son Terry and grandson Roy treat me like a maid.
I thought I could endure this life forever, but when Steven gave my dream trip to Liliana, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to leave and stop wanting their love.

My organs are failing, rotting from years of toxic lab work.
My only life-saving antidote was stolen by my husband and biased parents, given to adopted sister, Ivy.
I gave up any chance to live, injecting strong painkillers to endure crippling agony.
The price I paid: only three days until my organs shut down completely.
During those three days, I surrendered everything I owned:
I handed over the Ghost formula that monopolized the black market, and my mafia parents looked utterly relieved;
Marcus laid divorce papers before me. I signed without a second thought, and said I’d finally become sensible;
The day before my death, I spent the whole day out with my son, yet he only wanted Ivy for his mother;
I gifted Aphrodite, the beauty serum, as my husband and Ivy‘s wedding present, and every single one praised me for finally being meek and mild.
I thought myself:
When I’m dead, will they feel remorse for the things they’ve done to me?

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

Born a Lycan princess, she was stolen from the castle by a witch.

Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was… and exactly what she had been bred for.

A womb. A crown. Her bloodline’s legacy.

But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen.

She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches.

She’s strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl.

The werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir.

Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms.

She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge…

But the throne comes with chains.

Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is fated to four Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich.

Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body.

While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous.

She will not stand beside a king.

She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines.

And she certainly will not be ruled.

If the kingdom wants a queen… They’re about to kneel to a rebel queen.

Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna.

She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians.

And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.

In my past life, I replaced my runaway sister Beatrice and was forced to marry mob enforcer Rowan Sinclair.
She thought he was poor with no future, so she ran. My parents didn't even tell me before sending me in her place.
Rowan knew the truth. He carried it like shame, never truly seeing me—only cold stares and silent contempt. I spent years beside him like an unwanted ghost, carefully managing his world while he rose from despised smuggler to feared godfather.
Then his attitude began to change.
Just when I thought we might have a real future, Beatrice returned with tears and lies, claiming I'd stolen her place. Rowan believed her. My parents betrayed me. Everyone chose her.
When a rival family captured us both, guns to our heads, only one could survive.
Rowan pulled Beatrice into his arms and abandoned me without a glance.
They tortured me for three days. The baby in my womb died first. Its father never knew it existed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that afternoon before it all began.

My daughter died on her seventh birthday.
I held her in the cold ward as her body slowly lost all warmth.
Meanwhile, her father—my husband Vincent—was on a mountain top with his mistress, making love to her all night long.
He said, "She’s just a child. There’ll be better ones sooner or later."
He said, "Camila, you’re the only one I love."
He has no idea that he’s killed the only soul in this world that loved him unconditionally.
After the divorce, I am no longer the meek Mrs. Lucchese who begged for his affection.
Funeral, scandal, a worthless bastard...
Everything I lost, I will make him pay for—with his entire family.

Thirty-two times.
That was how many times Tristan had "tested" me during our three years together.
When I met Tristan Bennett, we were both hiding our true identities. He never mentioned he was the Bennett family heir, and I never brought up the surname Torrente. We were just ordinary college sweethearts in Ashborne City. He said he loved me, and I believed him.
The seventeenth time: driving across town late at night to deliver documents for him, I was run off the road and crashed into a guardrail, earning nine stitches in my forehead. His first words at the hospital were, "Can't you even drive properly? You delayed my business."
The twenty-sixth time: he owed money at an underground casino. He sent me to negotiate. A gun was drawn, and a bullet grazed my arm, soaking my sleeve in blood. The scar is still there. He never asked if I was in pain; he only cared if his debt was cleared.
The thirtieth time: he asked for my entire life savings for an "emergency." He turned around and used that money to buy someone else a new car.
I thought if I endured it all, we would eventually have a future.
Until he announced he was opening a casino and demanded ten million dollars. "The ultimate test," he called it. If I passed, he’d marry me.
I refused.
He immediately bought Aurelia Gallom a twenty-million-dollar mansion. Waving the property deed in my face, he said, "Vesna, I was just testing you. It's a shame you failed. We're done."
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. The moment I walked away, I had never felt so free. He didn't know I was a Torrente, or that my father, Dario, owned the criminal underworld of this city. And he certainly never imagined that I would later marry Silvio Marchesi—the most powerful Mafia Boss in Ashborne City—and become the Donna of the Marchesi syndicate.

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

I run the group. She was a college student I once sponsored.

Because I liked her, I gave her extra help—tuition support, an internship, a place to stay, and quiet access to my world. But we were never official, and nothing inappropriate ever happened.

I thought she understood boundaries. She thought I couldn’t walk away.

At an alumni speech, she built her “survivor” image by hinting she’d been gently controlled and kept on a leash by someone with resources. The clip was edited to perfection and went viral overnight—framed as me “preying on young women.”

Deals froze. A seven-figure contract got shelved. Reporters started circling.

I expected her to stop. On the phone, she laughed: “Attention is opportunity.”

That afternoon, I cut off her card, changed the locks, terminated the internship, and had counsel serve the letter.

She thought I’d soften. I simply made one thing clear: some attraction ends at the line—and some consequences never come with a warning.

Serena, heir to Britain’s top jewelry company LUXE, suffers sudden amnesia at the peak of her life and is saved from drowning by Ryan.
She falls for him instantly, but even after three years of marriage, she cannot replace the place in his heart held by his forever love, Sophie.
After a near-fatal kidnapping and Ryan attending a charity gala with Sophie’s sister Ivy, Serena hits rock bottom and tells Ryan.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
He replies, “You won’t survive without me.”
Breaking free from heartbreak, Serena’s career soars as she becomes an internationally renowned designer.
Regaining her memories, she returns to LUXE and gives birth to twins. Surrounded by eager admirers, Ryan panics and pleads, “Serena, I was wrong—let me see our children.”
But can Ryan truly win back Serena’s heart? Or has too much been lost? The answers unfold in this gripping tale.

"Just this once." Ethan's huge cock thrust hard into me.
He lifted one of my legs and hung it over his shoulder, thrusting so hard I moaned uncontrollably. "God, you're so tight..."
I tried to escape, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him.
I begged, "Let go of me...I'm dying..."

A year ago, Lucy was imprisoned after being framed for intentionally injuring Ivy, her husband Ethan's first love. After being granted family leave, she rushes to visit her ailing grandmother, but Ethan fucks her against her will. He mercilessly make her give a blood transfusion to Ivy, causing her to miss her grandmother’s dying words. Jailed, the only family dead, and her dreams shattered, Lucy is desperate for a divorce from this man who doesn't love her, but Ethan coldly proclaims, "There's only widowhood in the Storm family, not divorce."

After five years of invisible devotion, she watched her husband dote on another woman while her own daughter wished for a different mother. The birthday fireworks meant for her became a spectacle of her humiliation.

A renowned cardiac surgeon who had saved countless lives, she finally saved her own—by vanishing with nothing but signed divorce papers.

Three years later, she returned as the brilliant founder of a top medical institute, celebrated and desired worldwide. The man who once took her for granted now sees the empire she built without him. He searches desperately, begging for another chance.

But the woman he broke is no longer there—only the queen who rose from the ashes remains.

Can a heart he shattered ever beat for him again? And will the daughter who rejected her finally see what she lost?

Vida had always believed she was nothing more than an ordinary human girl—until fate dragged her into the brutal world of werewolves and bound her to Meredith Ramsey, the cold, untouchable Beta of the Gold Moon Pack. He was her destined mate, the other half of her soul… yet when she looked at him, she felt absolutely nothing.
What Vida never knew was that her inability to love him was never a choice—it was stolen from her.After sacrificing her life to save her best friend, Vida was resurrected by a mysterious force, but the miracle came at a devastating cost. Her memories were shattered, her emotions altered, and the sacred mate bond erased from her senses forever. She returned to life unable to recognize the man fate had chosen for her.

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Selena follows a scent to the cemetery where Kian stands lost in his grief. He couldn't take it to meet his second chance mate and forced her out of his kingdom.

That night she shifted alone on the run with his alpha command over her, she lost everything.

It turns out Selena has a white gifted wolf, and when she tries to find a way to survive on her own, she rescues other people, they become close as a family and start her own pack on the side of the kingdom.

she ends up in the king's prison, mistaken for being a rogue who is fighting against the kingdom.
Kian gets to learn on the way who she is and what a mistake he has done, but winning her over isn't easy.

Selena's pack is hidden from the world because of gifted witches who can shield it. Kian finds her and the pack they end up in a situation with rogues and Selena is about to die. Kian has to save her by marking her and claiming his mate.

Selena refuses to give in to the mate bond, she ends up being kidnapped by her colleague from work that has masked being a vampire and working together with the rogues.

When he tries to take her mate bond away and mark her as his she gets her last gift unlocked and ends up killing them.

kian finds Selena and brings her back to his castle he is about to die and could take her with him to death if she tries to claim him and he doesn't survive. She regrets her decision to not give into the mate bond earlier and despite the warnings claims him as hers and by doing so she saves him from dying.

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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.”

Three years ago, as Luna Gray, I secretly seduced Gabriel Ashford—heir to a powerhouse family—luring him into a scorching underground fling during our college days in Vale City. For three wild months, our passion burned hot and hidden, until I dumped him cold, leaving him reeling.

Now, I'm engaged to the Anderson family's polished gentleman—a strategic move that ignites Gabriel's explosive return from London. He's back in Vale City, transformed into a ruthless financial kingpin with the infamous "Big Cannon" nickname (earned from his handsome, towering build and the swirling rumors of his enormous dick—though only I know the truth: it's huge, and it wrecked me every time, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy I could barely endure).

Our secret past detonates, shocking Vale City's elite circles. Everyone braces for revenge from the ice-veined CEO, popcorn in hand. Instead, a viral video leaks: me straddling him in his top-tier ride on a foggy roadside, his dark eyes stormy as he grips my hips, slamming me against the steering wheel. We're grinding hard, my nails digging into his shoulders while he growls, "Feel how you own this cock, Luna? Beg for it." But in a heartbeat, he crumbles—eyes red, voice breaking: "Baby, I fucked up. Please, love me again?"

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When you give up your dream job for an abandoned baby at your doorstep,
Five years later, a mysterious billionaire almost sends you to the police station?!
Him: How dare you steal my daughter?!
Turns out, his daughter and your adopted girl are twins?
And now, you're forced to move into his mansion...

His lips grazed her neck, slow and hungry, trailing lower until his mouth closed around her breast like he’d done it a thousand times. His hands gripped her bare waist, firm and trembling, like he needed her just to breathe. She didn’t even know his name.

One night. One wrong door, and everything changed.

Amelia Raine never meant to sleep with a stranger, let alone one that is a billionaire. But when your sister’s life hangs by a thread, desperation doesn't leave room for dignity.

She thought it would end that night.
He didn’t even know remember her name. Until she realized she was pregnant for him.
While she’s a struggling reporter.
He’s a ruthless billionaire.
And she’s carrying his child.

Now, to save both their lives from media destruction, there's only one way out; a marriage neither of them wants.

What happens when the one night you swore to forget becomes the one thing you can’t escape?
And what if pretending to love each other… becomes the most dangerous truth of all?

Alpha Alexander, the most powerful billionaire alpha in Europe, realised he wanted a wife, a luna who wasn't solely motivated by money but was willing to bear him a child and then leave once he grew tired of pretending to be a happy family for his grandmother's sake. Despite these conflicting needs, Alpha Alexander was convinced that his ideal Luna existed somewhere in the world, and he was determined to find her, no matter what. But she was a challenge he never expected.

Vanessa never thought she'd come face to face again with the man who once ruined her life.

But he was back and worse, he had no intention of leaving her alone.

What happens when she crossed paths with the one and only Mordechai Lenetti? Owner of Lenetti's House of Essence. Multi-billionaire. Arrogant. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable.

He was a man who smiled only when necessary and that wasn't often. Mordechai didn't like to be challenged, especially not by people he considered beneath him. The women who warmed his bed knew better than to step out of line. He cared only for himself and his family. No one else mattered.

But when his mother offered Vanessa a job, she had no choice but to take it. She needed the money to finally leave the city.

She had no intention of getting involved with the arrogant man who was now her boss.

But Mordechai knew there was something about her, something different, and he wasn't going to stop until he satisfied his curiosity.

Eight years ago, Beatrice Hawthorne stole the only man Isla had ever loved.

This time, Isla refuses to be the good sister.
When billionaire Rhys Ashford walks into the exclusive club where she dances, Isla recognizes him immediately.

Her sister’s fiancé.

Seducing him is supposed to be revenge.
Nothing more.

But Rhys doesn’t know who she really is.

He doesn’t know she chose him on purpose.

And he certainly doesn’t know the woman he’s falling for is the sister of the woman he left months ago.

As lies unravel, old betrayals resurface, and a family built on appearances begins to collapse, Isla must decide whether revenge is worth losing the first man who has ever truly seen her.

Because some hearts survive betrayal.

Others don’t survive the truth.

Zara King never planned to kiss anyone that night especially not Ezra Johnson, the cold, magnetic alpha every wolf is warned to avoid. One reckless dare, one accidental kiss, and suddenly her life is spinning out of control.

Ezra isn’t supposed to care.
Orion, her destined mate, isn’t supposed to doubt her.
And Zara isn’t supposed to feel anything for Ezra… but she does.

Now she’s trapped between the man fate chose for her and the man her heart reacts to without permission. Ezra’s presence unsettles her. Orion’s anger confuses her. And Zara’s own emotions become the most dangerous secret of all.

For twenty years, Belle Sloan believed she had the perfect life, a loving husband, a devoted son, and a powerful business empire. But one shocking revelation shatters everything. The son she raised isn't hers. Her husband and stepsister have secretly loved each other for years. And the family she sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.

When my boyfriend of three years won the student body presidency, I rented out the entire bar to celebrate. But when I came back with the cake, I heard deafening jeers from the private room.
"I bet ten grand I can get her to ditch the engagement her family arranged and elope with me before graduation."
"That uptight bookworm? Sweet-talk her a little and she's wrapped around your finger."
"Guess what would happen if she found out—even the money for my off-campus apartment with Marie came from her part-time jobs. Think she'd go ballistic?"
The cake box slipped from my hands. Cream splashed onto my white sneakers—the ones I'd worked three part-time jobs to afford, the ones he said he loved because I looked so "pure" in them.
Turns out what he loved wasn't my purity, but how cheap and controllable I was.
I didn't storm in and confront him. I simply turned around, stepped over the mess, and walked away.
Everyone seemed to forget—Calvin and I were never equals.
I am Athena Stavros, only heir to one of Europe's old money families.
And this three-year charade of being just another student was about to end.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

Because of his grandfather's dying wish, Supreme Court Chief Justice Garrick Vance—the most powerful beast-shifter in the city—was forced to marry me, a human court clerk who had secretly loved him for years.

For six years we pretended to be strangers at work while he remained ice-cold toward me and our daughter Wren at home. When his celebrity ex-girlfriend Seraphina returned from overseas, I watched him come alive for another woman—attending her parties, rushing to her side at midnight.

Meanwhile, our five-year-old daughter waited every night for a father who never came home.

The day Wren nearly died from his careless gift, I finally signed the mate bond dissolution papers.

This time, he's lost us forever.

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

My life had been a nightmare until one accident changed everything.
One moment, I was the girl Ethan Blake rejected without a second glance.
The next, I woke up inside his body.
Ethan Blake.
Captain of the hockey team. King of the campus. The same guy who told me to stop wasting everyone's time and just die.
Now I wore his face, carried his name, and lived his life.
And I remembered every cruel thing he had done to me.
So I started returning the favor.
I smiled in front of his friends while tearing apart his perfect reputation piece by piece. I turned his world upside down while everyone still believed I was him.
But Ethan wasn't gone.
And he wasn't willing to stay silent.
The more I took from him, the more desperate he became to reclaim his body.
Even if it meant coming back to me—
On his knees.
Begging.

I was married to Vera for three years.

In those three years, every time we fought, I was the one who backed down first. She got used to being indulged, and she got used to using the silent treatment to make me fold.

Then a blizzard grounded my flight. I didn’t make it back for her birthday. She filed for divorce out of spite and left the country.

Three years ended without dignity.

A year after the divorce, Vera returned with a new jewelry brand and a high-profile comeback. Everyone assumed I was still waiting for her—she assumed it too.

At dinners, she hinted at reconciliation, using our old story to build hype for her brand. The circle started whispering that I’d end up back by her side.

I corrected it, again and again. She ignored every word.

What she didn’t know was that I already had someone new—and we were preparing to get engaged.

When she saw the engagement planning booklet, she convinced herself it was my signal to take her back.

I explained. She insisted.

Until the day of the engagement, when she stormed into the venue…

In a world overrun by zombies, survivors built a fortress—and my fiancée and I joined its action unit.
To help her secure her position, I turned down leadership’s offer to run my own squad and stayed by her side as the “invisible” second-in-command.

For a full year, I made the tactics, wrote the contingencies, and cleaned up every mission.
She took my plans as her own credit—and let the team treat me like dead weight.

Then, on one operation, she ignored my orders and changed the plan on the fly. Disaster followed.
In the debrief, she blamed everything on me in front of everyone.

I resigned on the spot.

Not long after, I took command of a new squad—and delivered the cleanest record in the entire base.
Her unit couldn’t even finish routine recovery runs.

Until a mandated joint op put our teams at the same rally point—
and she finally realized the “legendary captain” was me.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

I am Loraine Windrug, the most eligible bachelorette on this continent, every man competes for exclusive rights to me. My bank account is loaded, I even own more cars than I can drive, my multimillion-dollar mansion has every convenience imaginable.
Men long for me, either for their guaranteed business success after a date with me or as hunters because of my reputation as an elusive billionaire. Love is written all over me, everything I touch turns to gold. But I only date a handful of hotly singles with whom I share a secret friends-with-benefits relationship, satisfying my freaky side with wild, kinky sex. But I never trade my virginity.
And then comes that inescapable moment when I fall hard on that one man who is far beyond my reach. Dordrich Fellogan; is a billionaire media mogul, but sadly enough, married and with children.
Yet I pursue him, had him deep inside me, but couldn’t keep him. For his love is not mine. After a jealous ex-lover hints his wife, she catches us red-handed in the act, started an embarrassing scene which was uploaded on social media.
Then I flee from his life.
Five years later, when he is left a broken, bankrupt man, I return. I face him as a business partner. I own almost all the shares of his company. His wife abandoned him at the lowest point of his life, his future is now in my hands. I reinstate his media chain, drive him crazy with lust, but keep him out of my bed. When Elena wants him back, he’s to decide between Elena and me. But I am true love, desirable, unforgettable and more. The triumph card is with me…

When Thane Kago took over the position of Alpha in Harper Rae's pack, he had only one thing on his mind, more power and the beautiful Harper Rae. Harper had no idea that an old folklore would have Thane's bloodthirsty eyes trained solely on her.

Thane was Intent on making the beautiful Harper his chosen mate and Luna, but when she refused his advances, Thane decided to break her into submission. Little did he know, even mutilating her parents right in front of her would only make her fight harder against him.

Gabriel Mason is the son of an Alpha of one of the most powerful power packs in the region, The Harmony Moon Pack. He first met Harper when she visited with his father to ask for asylum in hopes of becoming a member of their pack. Gabriel's entire world shifted the moment he first laid eyes on her, and he became hellbent making Harper his.

Harper is shy and innocent, but that doesn't mean she is weak and afraid. Her strength and determination will match that of a true fated Luna. She won't back up for anyone or anything… unless it means protecting the only thing she has left to fight for.

With the memory of what happened to her parents, Thane may have found the one and only thing that will force Harper to submit to him. Harper's eighteenth birthday is rapidly approaching, and Thane's obsession with Harper is only growing stronger. Will headstrong Harper allow Gabriel to put his life in danger to help her, or is she determined to fight this battle alone? Follow Harper's journey as folklores become reality, powers are awakened, and a new race is born.

"It's the night before you and Taylor's wedding, and you expect me to go to his bachelor party, break in - of course carefully - and make sure he doesn't have sex with a stripper?"
"Yes."
"You are crazy!"
Yes, Mary thought her best friend Amaya Peterson was really crazy, which actually showed that Amaya Peterson had no confidence in the man she was about to marry!
In fact, even Amaya Peterson didn't understand why she should marry a man who was going to cheat on her on the eve of the wedding? Why marry a man who didn't love her enough and couldn't even please her?
She had no choice but to push herself into a completely unknown fate!

For seven years, I was the perfect wife, only to be replaced by his first love.
Ethan didn't just break my heart;

he let his mistress steal my jewelry designs, and manipulated my own son into calling me a monster.
I was suffocating in a marriage built on lies.

But they made one fatal mistake: they pushed me too far.

The day I walked away, I didn't just leave a toxic husband and an ungrateful son.

I left behind the broken woman they created.

With the support of my best friend and the unexpected warmth of a powerful CEO who saw my true worth, I reclaimed my name, my career, and my life.

Now, as my designs shine on the world stage, Ethan is on his knees begging for forgiveness.

But he’s too late.

The day I walked away was the day I finally found myself.

And I will never look back.

Everyone used to say Ryan Scott loved me more than his own life.
I used to believe that too.
Then I found out I was pregnant with Ryan’s child—
and that’s when my adopted sister told me she was pregnant with his child as well.
So I chose revenge.
I emptied his accounts, staged the perfect accident, and planned my own “death.”
On the day I “died,” Ryan completely broke down, clutching my urn like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
While he sobbed his heart out in front of my photo, I was already holding another man’s hand—the man who never let go of me when I was at my lowest—
and walking toward the brand‑new life that truly belonged to me.

IT ALL STARTED WHEN I WAS 15 YEARS OLD,
I LIVE WITH MY UNCLE RICHARD AND HIS MATE THE DEVIL CALL KHLOE
RICHARD WAS A WEREWOLF, KHLOE ON THE OTHER HAND WAS A DIFFERENT STORY SHE'S A WITCH
VERY POWERFUL AND DOES BLACK MAGIC.
SHE'S THE WORSE PERSON TO EVER COME ACROSS......
EVIL DOESN'T DESCRIBE WHAT KHLOE IS.I WAS BROUGHT UP WITH ONLY ALLOWING THE BASIC TO LIVE LIFE,UNCLE RICHARD TOLD ME HOW MY MUM AND DAD AND BROTHERS DIDNT WANT ME AND TRIED TO KILL ME

"How can I marry a man I do not know?"

"Your father is the one who decides what can happen."

"Why do I have to marry him?"

"Your father wants to do business with him, and it is so much that it would take us from top twenty to top ten."

Nirelle’s fate is sealed. After a life of endless scrubbing, suffering, and silence, her father decides her worth lies in securing a business deal. A deal so massive, it promises to thrust their family into elite status—at the cost of her freedom.

Married off to a man cloaked in more secrets than the night sky, Nirelle wants to run. But there's nowhere to go. With every ounce of strength she has left, she chooses to shift prisons—from her father’s oppressive home to her new husband’s mansion.

Lucien Vexley is nothing like she expected. The name alone strikes fear on the streets, the rumours painting him as a shadowy, ruthless enigma. Yet the man sitting across from her at the dining table, caring for her in ways she’s never known, is nothing like the beast they described.

Lucien is a mystery she can’t seem to solve, and worse, he is her father's enemy.

"What makes you think you deserve to touch me?" I demanded. "Why don't you go to your mistress instead?"
"You're kind of... small. For a man of your stature."
The King froze. For three years, he'd treated me like nothing and tonight, he'd finally decided to claim what was his.
He didn't know I wasn't the girl he'd broken.
I went to sleep a nobody. I woke up a Queen.
One night I was just a broke, exhausted college girl. The next, I opened my eyes in silk sheets, with strangers bowing and calling me Luna Queen. The face in the mirror is mine. The body is mine. But the life isn't. The bruises on my wrists tell a story I don't remember, and the King I'm bound to doesn't love me—he loathes me.
They whisper that his mistress rules the palace. They say the Queen was weak. Silent. Broken. But that was before me.
Now I must survive a palace that wants me dead, a King whose touch burns as much as it scars, and a kingdom waiting for me to fail. The old Luna Queen bowed to cruelty. I am not her. And if this King thinks I'll kneel, he's about to learn what a true Queen is made of.