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Kyla is a determined woman who toils relentlessly to provide for her family, but her life takes an unexpected turn when she enters into a contract with a brooding half-demon. As she steps into an enigmatic world, she finds herself entwined in a lavish marriage to a family shrouded in secrets and bound by wealth. What adventures and dangers await her in this thrilling new life? Only time will tell as Kyla unravels the mysteries surrounding her and discovers the true power of love—and sacrifice.

Isabel was devastated and distraught after receiving a sincere rejection from her boyfriend. Although she had intended to spend the holiday at her grandmother's house, she ended up becoming involved with a stranger and having a one-night stand with him.

When her mom introduced her fiance to Isabel, she was shocked to discover that her step father, Mr Walton had a son who turned out to be Derek– the guy she had a one night stand with.

Isabel struggled with her affections for Derek and the knowledge that he would one day become her stepbrother. Anticipating her first shift, she hoped to find her mate and get over her feelings for Derek.

What happens when an unexpected twist occured and she discovered that Derek was her true mate? As she tried hard to distance herself from him because she saw him as nothing more than her stepbrother, will she continue to ignore the bond with him? What happens when Derek's true identity as the Alpha's son was finally revealed? And what happens when more secrets come to light about why he and Isabel were fated together?

Isabel Reyes doesn't have time for a soulmate; she has ten minutes to figure out how to turn forty-two dollars of espresso tips into a month of rent. Between double shifts at the Vance & Co. campus café and maintaining a 4.0 GPA, her survival depends on one thing: the single medical school recommendation letter her department grants each year.

But Chase, her high-status ex-boyfriend and senior TA, has a different plan. Using "institutional rigor" as a weapon, he’s sabotaging her grades and holding her future hostage to keep her under his thumb.

Then Leo; Moody, brilliant, and perpetually hiding in a thrift hoodie in the library basement. He looks like a lost poet, but a dropped ID card reveals the truth: Leo is a Vance. As in, the name on the buildings, the logo on Isabel’s apron, and the family that owns the very scholarship she’s about to lose.

Leo has his own trap. His powerful mother, Eleanor, is ready to pull him from campus and install him in a corner office unless he can prove he’s "capable of a normal life." He needs a grounded, non-socialite girlfriend to act as his human shield.

The Deal was for One semester they would Fake dining hall dates. Staged library proximity. The Prize for her, a recommendation letter Chase can’t touch. For him, the autonomy to stay in the numbers and out of a suit. The Rule: No real feelings. No telling the truth.

But between 2 a.m. voice notes and the electric friction of shared library carrels, the "meal plan math" is starting to fail.

He’s the brand. She’s the worker. Will this relationship break every rule in the book?

"I never loved you. You were just a placeholder for her."
On our third anniversary, I held my four-month pregnancy scan, ready to surprise my husband. Instead, I found him with my twin sister, Yulia.
The betrayal was swift and absolute.
"I'm pregnant with his child," Yulia sneered. "The heir you couldn't give him."
When I slapped the sister who stole my life, Franklin didn't hesitate—he slapped me back.
"Touch my woman again, and I'll make you regret it," he roared. To him, I was just a "convenience," a body to fill a space. To her, I was a joke.
That night, he threw me into a torrential storm with nothing but divorce papers.
"Please, Frank... I'm pregnant..." I sobbed against the locked door. He didn't open it. Inside, my sister was already in my bed, wearing my clothes.
As I collapsed in the mud, a Rolls-Royce stopped. George Williams, the billionaire I once saved, stepped into the rain.
"If he doesn't want this child," George whispered, lifting me up, "I will."
Seven years later.
Franklin is back, begging for the wife he discarded. But I'm no longer that broken girl. And when he sees the twin boys who carry his eyes but call another man "Daddy"—he'll realize that some mistakes can never be undone.

You don’t marry the devil and expect to walk away…

Two years ago, I made the most reckless decision of my life. I married a stranger — a dangerously sharp Russian with eyes like winter storms and a voice that curled around your spine.

It was supposed to be fake.
A quick, quiet wedding on a borrowed yacht.
A loophole to stop my billionaire father from selling me off to some corporate puppet in a boardroom marriage.

But the stranger-the man I begged for help—wasn’t just some wealthy businessman in an expensive suit. He was Mikhail Volkov. A Bratva king. Cold. Ruthless. Calculating.

I left him divorce papers and two million dollars on his bed the next morning… and vanished.

But the past doesn’t stay buried. And men like him don’t forget unfinished business.

Two years later, under a new name and a quiet life halfway across the world, I thought I was safe. Until my new company gets bought out. By him.

Mikhail Volkov.

He came for me.

And this time, running isn’t an option.

“Why the hell are you calling me your wife?” I snap, shoving the contract across his desk. “I paid you off. I left divorce papers. Signed.”

He steps closer, all tailored dominance and lethal calm, his voice low enough to scrape against my bones.
"You don’t end things with me unless I say so, moya zhena. And I don’t marry… to divorce."

I’m not free. I’m his unfinished business. And now? I belong to him… whether I want to or not.

Flora had to work three jobs to feed three people at the same time, her husband was a man without money, without work, lazy and worthless, but she always loved him. But in response to Flora's sincerity, Enzo – her ex-husband - treated her only as a servant and as a sexual slave. She couldn't stand the humiliation, so she decided to divorce. But after the divorce she discovered the true identity of her ex-husband, he is not a useless man but the CEO of a large multinational corporation. What's Going On? Why did her ex-husband hide her? He never spent a dollar on her or their little daughter. Does she regret choosing to divorce her ex-husband as in his warning?

Freya's an alien, from planet Eris. She came to Earth to live, and from the planet bureau system, they gave her a new identity. Daughter of the Quinn’s. On the day she came here, a mistake happened, and she almost lost her life but was saved by Ash. That's why when her “supposedly” sister escaped, she got married to Ash on her behalf.

Florence is very good at fixing other people's love stories. That's the skill she has. And boom! The business was a huge success and very profitable!

For her, it was a very easy job. People came to her, asking for help finding a suitable match for them. And so far, all her clients have been very satisfied with the work system she has put in place for them. No one complains. They walk out of Florence's office with a sense of excitement and satisfaction that their love problems have been solved.

That is, until disaster strikes when a handsome man named David arrives with a myriad of ridiculous requests.

That's where Florence finds the real challenge and difficulty. If she doesn't help David, her job is in jeopardy because he owns a newspaper and printing business. He will post information that Florence is incompetent at handling her job again. However, if Florence helps him, she doubts if she can fulfill his ridiculous request.

Oh d*mn, what should Florence do?

Chiara Benedetti thought her wedding day would be the start of her freedom, instead, it becomes her descent into hell. Before she can say "I do," the chapel doors are torn off their hinges by Nico Ferraro, the brutal Don of the Ferraro family and her father's greatest enemy. He doesn't come for blood; he comes for his property.

He reveals a chilling truth: three years ago, her father sold her to him in a blood debt, and her entire life has been nothing but a fraud to hide the transaction.

Nico doesn't want a wife. He wants a possession to break. He expects Chiara to cower, to beg, and to kneel but Chiara is made of the same iron as the men in her world. She fights, she provokes, and she talks back, turning her captivity into a psychological battlefield. Her defiance doesn't disgust Nico, it intoxicates him. What begins as a cold exchange of power spirals into a dark, erotic obsession that neither can control.

As Nico introduces Chiara to the darker edges of his desire, scenes of rough possession and degradation, she is terrified to realize she doesn't just endure him; she craves him. When a rescue attempt by her former fiancé offers her a way out, Chiara makes a choice that shocks everyone: she stays. Not for love, but for the dark intensity only Nico provides. Caught between a secret rebellion within Nico’s own family and a rival family demanding her head, Nico must decide if he will sacrifice his empire to keep the woman he swore was just a debt. In a world where love is a weakness, their mutual destruction might be the only thing that makes them feel alive.

I was a sacrifice.

He was my executioner.

Leora was never meant to live. She just survive beneath the shadows of death, a survival confined between a shady past an ambiguous future. However, her life take a turn for the worse when she is accused of attacking the Alpha's mate.

Abused and humiliated, Leora ends up banished from the pack that hosted her all her life to meet her fate, which turns out to be not only her worst fear, the past she has been running from, but the monster who claims her as his mate.

Can she outlive the fear and find love within the dead heart of a monster? Can she continue to live next to death? And can she restore the happiness that was stolen from her? Or will she be the sacrifice she was always destined to be?

Today I had my first kiss. It wasn’t planned. It was also with a complete stranger.
As I walked through the halls of my school, Higala Shifter Academy, I paused when a familiar sense washed over me. My boyfriend, Scott, was nearby, and he wasn’t alone.
“You are so naughty, Scott,” the she-wolf Sarah chuckled.
“Only for you, babe,” he replied, muffled as her lips closed around his.
At that moment, I felt sick to my stomach.
“Oh, Scott. Stop it. You know we can’t be seen together. What if your girlfriend finds us?”
“She’s in class. She’s never late. You don’t need to worry.”
My heart was heavy in my chest, but also a wave of fury and resentment crossed me.
“Lila?” Scott breathed, staring at me in shock “What are you—”
Before he could get the entire question out, I turned to the gentleman beside me, placing my hands on his shoulders and pulling him toward me.
He went easily, though his eyes showed nothing but confusion. I closed my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t have to see his expression any longer.
Then, our lips touched.
Later, I walked into my class but found,
It was him…
The man I kissed only moments ago in the hallway.
The man I had given my first kiss to, was my professor.

I came to New York to survive my first real job. Instead, I found out my terrifyingly gorgeous boss has golden wings.

On my very first day at one of Manhattan's most prestigious law firms, I accidentally catch a glimpse of something no human is supposed to see. Pointed ears. Impossible magic. A monster that shouldn't exist. And Alexander Sterling—the brilliant, infuriating senior partner everyone worships—isn't just a legal genius.

He's a Fae prince.

The problem? He knows I saw everything. Now the dangerously handsome man who was supposed to erase my memories insists on keeping me close instead. Apparently, I'm the only human alive who can see through fae glamour, and that makes me the key to stopping the invisible war tearing apart the barrier between our world and theirs.

Lucky me. By day, I'm drowning in impossible billable hours, impossible deadlines, and an impossible boss who somehow gets even more attractive every time he saves my life. By night, I'm dodging nightmare creatures, uncovering centuries-old conspiracies, and discovering that the magic I've spent my whole life dismissing as hallucinations may actually be my greatest strength.

The closer Alexander and I get, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks between us—or the secrets he's desperately trying to protect. Because someone is hunting people like me, the barrier is on the verge of collapse, and if the wrong fae gets their hands on my power, both worlds could burn.

Falling for my boss was never part of the plan. Neither was becoming the only thing standing between humanity and the end of magic.

"You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous.
"A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now...


Harbouring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself.
Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Winter Wesley is the most popular celebrity in New York. With her beauty and great acting skills, many people really admire her.
Not until her grandfather forced her to marry a poor man named Matthew. Winter despised him so much. Her family treats him like a servant each day.
But what will happen if they suddenly find out that the penniless man Winter married is none other than the son of the wealthiest man in New York, who was believed to have died twenty years ago?

He slept with her the night before he found out she was his mission.

One drink turned into three. One conversation turned into the kind of night he had no business having the evening before a job. He left before she woke up, told himself it meant nothing, and opened his mission file two miles down the road. Her photograph was on the first page. The woman from last night. The woman his Alpha had sent him to protect. The woman a syndicate had been hunting for eighteen months and was getting very close to finding.

Now he is living in her apartment as her service dog, trapped in a dangerous kind of forced proximity. He hears every secret she tells him in the night. He has watched the men outside her window and handled threats she never sees coming. His wolf recognized her the moment he walked through her door, and the fated mate bond has not stopped pulling him toward her since.

She trusts the service dog completely. She has no idea the dog at her feet is a wolf shifter hiding a secret identity. She has no idea the stranger, the protector, and the animal beside her are all the same dangerous secret.
She survived a murder trial that destroyed her life once already. Now this trauma survivor is being protected by turns out to be the most intimate lie of all?

"I'll pay the bills."
My head snapped up. "What?"
Helena smiled, slow and deliberate. "On one condition."
A chill ran down my spine. "What condition?"
"Marry Luca."
I stiffened.
"The Alpha of Shadow Claw Pack has been pressuring us for a union," she continued, her tone silky smooth. "Lydia was meant to be his bride, but she's… not exactly suited for the role."
Lydia huffed. "As if I'd marry that brute."
Helena's gaze sharpened. "But you, Aurora, with your bloodline… You'd make a fine Luna."
My heart pounded in my chest.
"You need money. We need an alliance," Helena said. "It's a fair trade, don't you think?"


Aurora thought marrying a complete stranger for the sake of a political alliance was already bad enough- until she discovered at the wedding that her fated mate was none other than her husband's brother...

I closed my eyes, deepening the rhythm of our kiss, savoring every response from Mikayla. Feeling welcomed, my lips began to trail down to her neck, and my hand slowly moved up, brushing against her warm, smooth thigh.

Mikayla squirmed slightly, her voice dripping with temptation.

"You really know how to make me lose control..."

She writhed again, responding to my kiss more wildly, making my heart race. We could no longer hold back, though the occasional knocking on the bathroom door interrupted our moment.

"Heh, is someone there? We need to use the bathroom!" someone outside knocked again, sounding irritated.

I chuckled softly, glancing at Mikayla whose face had already turned red. "Looks like we need somewhere... more comfortable."

She just gave a playful smile, her eyes half-closed, lips slightly trembling. Without hesitation, I led her out of the bathroom and into the hotel room I had reserved. There, undisturbed, we let ourselves be consumed by burning desire. Every touch felt so real, so alive. The little sounds she made were like a beautiful melody, pulling me deeper into the moment.

Sweat began to trickle down her body, but I didn’t want a single drop to go to waste. Her silky hair felt like strands of soft silk in my fingers. We explored different positions, as if we were limitless, until exhaustion finally crept over me. My stomach and thighs started to ache, but I felt content, as if the beauty of this moment outweighed any fatigue.

Mikayla was still slightly drunk, but that only fueled my desire further. I kissed her again, my hands gently squeezing her body, and she moaned softly, her voice like a sweet song echoing in my room.

"Ah..." she sighed again, her breath heavy yet full of passion.

Elodie Whitmour wanted nothing more than to escape Spring River and the vampire who has ruled it for centuries, but when she’s chosen during the annual reaping by Roman Devereux, escape is no longer an option.

Claimed and taken, Elodie belonged to Roman for one year or until her death. Her blood was his hunger. Her life was his to command. What she doesn’t know is that this wasn’t the first time he’s been her captor. Or will be the first time he’s watched her die.

Elodie has lived many lives. Roman has loved her in every one of them and lost her every time.

Loving a human is a vampire’s greatest weakness. Repeating it is damnation.

But her heartbeat still calls to him, and this time, Roman is done letting fate take her.

Even if defying it costs him everything.

"To love her is to invite death. To touch her is to burn."

Born with a terrifying, ancient curse, Nimueh was doomed from her very first breath: the moment she feels true love for anyone, she is compelled to kill them. At just six years old, after slaughtering her own family to protect them from herself, she vanished into the shadows—taking on the identity of "Claire" and vowing to keep her heart forever cold.

Yasmin Vaziri woke up in a hospital three years ago with no memory of who she was. Her only family, her aunt, told her to focus building a new life. So when a charming billionaire sweeps her off her feet at a party in Ibiza, she thinks her aunt's wish is finally coming true.

But Jonathan Cross is not just any billionaire. He is a man of scandal with an endless chain of children and women trailing behind him.

About to graduate from mistress to wife, Yasmin must navigate the schemes of his ruthless children and confront her forgotten past with Sebastian Cross, Jonathan's heir and the man she once loved

Princess Aria Silvermoon refuses to be a political pawn. When her father tries to force her into marriage with the mysterious Alpha King's heir, she makes a desperate choice, cut her hair, disguise herself as a male, and infiltrate the all-male Werewolf Academy to prove females can lead without needing a mate.

But her plan goes sideways the moment she meets her devastatingly handsome roommate.

Professor Darius Nightfall is everything she never expected, half-fae, half-wolf, with telekinetic powers and eyes that seem to see straight through her disguise. As her combat instructor, he's supposed to be off-limits. As her roommate, he's dangerously close. And the inexplicable way his presence calms her restless wolf should be impossible since she hasn't even shifted yet.

What Aria doesn't know is that Darius is the very Alpha King's heir she's running from. What Darius doesn't realize is that the "male student" who makes his dual nature finally feel balanced is actually his arranged bride.

When war threatens the werewolf world and Aria's true identity as the prophesied white wolf is revealed, she must choose between the freedom she's fought for and the destiny that could save her people. But Darius's stepbrothers will do anything to claim the throne, even if it means destroying the mate bond that neither Aria nor Darius fully understands.

In a world where females are forbidden to lead and arranged marriages seal political alliances, can two souls find love while fighting against fate itself? Or will their deception destroy any chance of the future they're both secretly craving?

Someone at Ravenwood High is a killer.
After a brutal murder leaves the school locked down, ordinary students suddenly become suspects, and one of them knows far more than they're willing to admit.
Rina thought she knew her friends. She was wrong.
The ex-boyfriend the police are certain is guilty, even when the evidence doesn't add up. The charming boy who watches her like he's waiting for her to remember something. The quiet girl who knows every secret and shares none of them. The mysterious new transfer student who seems to be hunting someone of his own. And the detective Rina has trusted with the truth since the very first day.
Any one of them could be hiding the answer.
As more secrets surface, and someone starts coming after everyone who gets too close to the truth, Rina realizes the murder isn't the beginning of the nightmare. It's the return of one that started three months ago, a night everyone else seems to remember except her.
The closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes to keep asking: what really happened at the pool, and who has been deciding, all along, what Rina is allowed to remember?

Young master Dominic Thales got involved in an accident that left him in a coma for three years.

His new wife, Brielle, who had been six months pregnant at the time of his accident was pampered by his family till suddenly a tragedy struck the Thales group sending their finances rock bottom.

Brielle was taken back by her family who swore that she’d never see her husband and her sons would be under their name.

Seven years later, Dominic Thales awoke but he is no longer the respected young master and his beloved wife had been taken from him.

Can he overcome and get back his wealth and wife? And was his accident a mistake or was there someone after his life?

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When Katrina and Don Santini tied the knot of marriage, it was a whirlwind romance that ended in a bitter divorce.
Now, years later, they've both become successful in their own fields. But when their businesses start to falter, they're forced to come together to save them both. The contract they sign binds them together in more ways than one, and as they work to salvage their companies, their old feelings start to resurface. Can they make peace with their past and move forward together, or will their history be too much to overcome?

As Katrina and Don begin to work together to save their businesses, they find themselves struggling to keep their feelings in check. The tension between them is palpable, and it threatens to derail their efforts. But as they spend more time together, they realize that the spark between them has never truly gone out. Can they put the past behind them and start again, or will their history tear them apart once and for all? And what will happen if they give in to the feelings that are so clearly still there? What if all this company bankruptcy was planned by Don?

The study at Blackwood Manor was locked from the inside.
Adrian Blackwood lay in his own blood, his chest caved and ribs shattered as if beaten by something inhuman.
Chief Inspector Ver took over and discovered this was not the first death.
Two years before, Adrian's wife Elena "died from a fall due to mental instability."
Is that the truth?
The lawyer died at his desk, blood spattered across the documents.
[She wasn't insane.]
The doctor fell from his carriage, glancing back in terror at an unseen presence.
In the church bell tower, the parish council member hung from a rope.
At night, high heels echoed down the hall.
She is back.

A wedding is said to be the happiest day in a couples life but you can't say the same for Zoe Francis whose wedding was nothing short of a nightmare.
Zoe caught her supposed fiance having a threesome with her pregnant sister and her best lady.
Unfortunately, she falls into a pile of troubles which led her to have a one night stand with an handsome stranger?
When Daniel, (an handsome cold man) discovered what she had done, he vows to find the tramp that took the most important thing that belonged to him?
Will Zoe's life get any better when she's stuck with a baby she does not know the father? What happens when her daughter asks her who her father is after few years?
What happens when Daniel eventually finds her?
What eventually happens when he falls in love with her but it seems as if the world is against them? Can Zoe ever tame the heart of the cold billionaire?

He’s my ruthless CEO by day. By night, he pretends to be the android I won in a lottery. I used him to get revenge, unaware every humiliation, every intimate night, was endured by Silas Vanguard himself. Once I uncovered his decade-long obsessive scheme, I decided to play along — and make him pay for every lie.

I loved Damien for ten years. Ten years, right up until the moment he took the heart that was supposed to save our daughter and gave it to someone else's child.

Lily was only seven. She was terrified of the dark, terrified of pain. She never got that heart. She just faded, right there in that hospital bed.

And Damien was down the hall, celebrating someone else's miracle.

He had no idea what I was holding when he finally came home. He had no idea my stomach cancer had already hit the final stage.

There was nothing left in this world worth staying for.

So this time, I didn't yell. I didn't cry.

I just slid the divorce papers across the table.

He thought I was bluffing.

But this time, I had nothing left to lose.

In my third year at the Eden Center, I forgot how to play guitar, forgot the rhythm of rock and roll, and forgot the name Melody.
They used twelve thousand electric shocks and seven hundred hours of sleep deprivation to scrub my name down to Number 2963.
Now, I'm their perfect instrument. No preferences, no pain, only commands.
My parents finally got the perfect daughter they'd always dreamed of—until the day they ordered me to die.

My husband, Callum, never loved me. On our wedding night, he panted another woman’s name.
For five years, I endured a cold, loveless marriage. The only reason I held on was my daughter, Tessa.
But on the eve of her fourth birthday, Callum went behind my back and personally delivered her to his mistress Seraphina's underground lab.
The moment my daughter was drained of her blood and her heart stopped beating on that operating table, he was drinking champagne with Seraphina to celebrate their success.
From the moment I walked out of the crematorium holding Tessa’s freezing urn, the submissive wife I used to be died.

I woke up on the same morning I was about to send another payment for my daughter's education.
In my last life, I paid for everything. Every year, without missing a payment.
Tuition. AP tutoring. Summer program deposits. Medical bills. Birthday gifts. The education fund.
Not one payment late. Not one skipped.
I only found out the truth after I died. My daughter wore a blazer that hung off her like a hand-me-down. She glued her shoes back together instead of throwing them out. She got mocked in front of her whole class for owing a two-thousand-dollar activity fee she should never have had to worry about.
She hated me for it.
She said, "You say you love me. So why was there never any money for me?"
I understood the truth only when it was too late to matter. It was never that I hadn't given enough.
It was that my husband had been siphoning it out from under me the whole time, spending it on another woman's family.
This time, I didn't wait to find out.

My daughter helped my husband cheat.

My ten-year-old begged me to take her to a summer camp in Italy. My husband looked at her like she hung the moon. Booked the tickets right there.

I thought I was the luckiest mom alive.

Then I checked the pet camera from overseas.

There he was, fucking my daughter's riding instructor on our couch.

But what really killed me? What he said, "Don't worry. Nina wants that horse bad enough, she'll keep her mom in Europe as long as we need."

Back home, my husband dropped a receipt. Two identical limited edition watches.

He froze. My sweet daughter didn't miss a beat, "Dad used the other one to bribe someone so I could get my horse!"

They lied in perfect sync. That's when something in me broke.

They thought I was still that stupid, trusting wife.

What they didn't know?

I'd already signed a contract. Going back to my art career in New York.

Madam, your fetus is perfectly healthy, and all indicators are completely normal," Dr. Helena said with a smile as she looked at the image on the ultrasound machine.
"Really?" Emily slowly sat up on the hospital bed. She glanced down at her slightly swollen belly, gently placed her fingertips over it, and a look of worry crossed her face.
This was her second child. Her first pregnancy had also gone perfectly at every prenatal check-up, yet in the end…
"Everything is stable for now," Dr. Helena comforted her. "Rest assured, what happened last time was just an accident. Take good care of yourself this time, and come to the hospital right away if anything feels wrong."
The moment Emily thought of her first baby, a dull ache welled up in her heart.
It had been a baby boy.
Both of her children with her husband Watson were conceived through IVF.
When the first pregnancy succeeded, she had been overjoyed. She prepared the nursery, bought tiny baby clothes, and even started thinking of names.
But shortly after the baby was born, it passed away.

When I called my husband with trembling hands, clutching my cancer diagnosis, all I heard was his sweet laughter with his young, hot influencer girlfriend. Ten years of marriage, and when I needed him most, he chose betrayal.

In divorce court, I was painted as the "crazy ex-wife" while the entire internet mocked me. Everyone took their side. No one knew I was fighting for my life.

Until the day he finally learned the truth.

"Abort her mutt. Liora is carrying my true pureblood heir."
My Alpha husband’s voice was ice-cold as I bled out on the delivery bed.
The woman he was protecting? My fiercely loyal best friend.
While I was screaming in pain, biting my lips bloody to birth his child, he was in the next room, making her moan.
He killed our baby.
When I returned from burying my grandmother in the freezing rain, his guards threw holy water in my face.
"Wash her," Lachlan ordered coldly. "The stench of death on her will harm Liora's pup."
I stared at the man who once took nine lashes of a barbed whip just to marry me.
He aborted my baby to save hers. He let my only family die.
He tossed me a bag of gold like a beggar and told me to stop causing drama.
So, I packed my bags, and vanished into his world.

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

"No. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. Say one truth. I dare you to tell me one fucking truth."

"I love you."

"No, you don't. Say something else."

"I can't live without you."

"Shut up, you bastard! How can you say you love me when all you ever do is hurt me?"

Once a predator locks onto its prey, there's no letting go.

Leah Walsh is a lonely wife, starved for the love her husband no longer gives.
Aiden Kingston is a ruthless caporegime of the city's most feared crime family. A man who doesn't understand the word no.

She fights her attraction to him, but one reckless choice shatters her marriage and binds her to him. Now, Leah is trapped in his violent world, where simply standing by his side makes her a target for his enemies. Every attempt to escape his chains only tightens them, and Aiden's obsession grows stronger each passing day.

Will leah break free or surrender to the man who is determined to ruin her and claim her as his?

As a housewife, I never forgot a single milestone: every wedding anniversary, my husband’s 7th career anniversary, and the birthdays of my husband and daughter. Yet, my own birthday was always ignored. Both my husband and daughter only cared about that outsider woman. Finally, one day, I chose to walk away and revive my vintage shop business. Now... they are the ones filled with regret.

The day before my engagement to my fiancé, I discovered I was a fake heiress.
And now, the real young lady had returned, and I was being sent away to the poor countryside.
But unlike what they said, my biological parents weren't poor country folk—they were the wealthiest family in the nation!
And I owned top-tier farms, a mysterious jewelry studio, and was a hidden tycoon who could shake up the entire business world.
My fiancé, who had looked down on me, was now crying and begging me to marry him.
He came to me with photos: "Pretending to be greedy, pretending to be ignorant, when you're actually a top-tier mogul? My fiancée, you've deceived me so thoroughly."

Faced with the dying Demon King's curse, my princess fiancée threw herself in front of the mage, shielding him with everything she had.

She shoved my battered, bleeding body toward the demon's most vicious curse.

Three years later, she arrived at my homeland with the kingdom's knights.

"Where is Lord Hero? I'm here to marry him."

The old man at the village entrance glanced at her:

"The Hero? He's been dead for a year now."

She froze.

Behind her, the knights who had served me loyally finally drew their swords.

"Your Highness, give us back our Hero!"

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

In her past life, Serena stopped her brother's kidney donation and bore the blame for every family heartbreak that followed.
Reborn, she watches him willingly throw away his promising basketball career to save his lover—and she walks away.
When fate abandons her brother and her family tears itself apart, Serena carves out a brilliant, unapologetic life for herself.

For the three years since I returned to the Hart family, I had always been the wildly out-of-place “burden.”

Vivienne, the family’s beloved fake heiress, broke a contract on her own and provoked a local gang. She was taken hostage and tortured in an abandoned auto repair shop.

To save his precious sister, my brother, Ryan, did not hesitate to trade me to the gang in exchange for Vivienne.
“She’s a movie star, and you’re just a useless nobody. It’s only natural for you to take her place and suffer a little.”
He looked coldly at the gang members who were eyeing me like hungry wolves, and violently shoved me toward them.
“Tonight, she belongs to you.”

Right before they dragged me away, I managed to call my husband, Alex, begging for help. But he rejected me ruthlessly, acting as if my plea was some cheap scam:
“Stop playing the victim. Why would they ever hurt you? Hurry up and clean up this mess. Don't let a girl like Vivienne face those thugs all by herself.”

Bang.
The heavy iron doors of the gang’s hideout slammed shut.
There were no negotiations. What greeted me was a merciless rain of fists, my clothes brutally torn to shreds, and the blinding flashes of cameras.
Amidst the ultimate degradation, they took photos of me, pinched my jaw, and violated my dignity over and over again.

At 4:00 AM, I was tossed out onto the street in front of my own house like a piece of discarded trash.
Upon dragging myself inside, Vivienne immediately began dropping hints to the family, implying that I was the one who tricked her into signing the illegal gang contract.
My family cursed me, telling me to drop dead.
My heart plummeted into a bottomless abyss of darkness. Numbly swallowing the bloody foam pooling in my mouth, I let out a hoarse, broken laugh.

“Since my return was a mistake from the very beginning…”
“Then why didn’t they just let me die?”

Nora Vale was never supposed to be seen.

For three years, she rebuilt hockey captain Callum Pierce after the injury that nearly ended his career. She tracked his tremors, rewrote his recovery protocol, and carried the private marriage his family refused to make public.

Then he won the championship.

Under the arena lights, Callum lifted the cup and thanked Sloane Mercer, the beautiful sports host the cameras already loved. Backstage, Nora watched her own medical system appear under Sloane's name.

That night, Nora left with the evidence and the child Callum never knew existed.

Three years later, Nora is no longer hiding in the tunnel. She is the chief medical consultant for the rival team, the one woman the league needs when old concussion records begin to surface. Callum wants answers. His father wants control. Sloane wants the public story to stay clean.

Nora wants her name back.

But the fight is no longer only about a stolen system. It is about a son whose medical records could shift a franchise, a trust that could break the Pierce family, and a championship myth built on the woman they erased.

Callum thanked the wrong woman on the night he won.

Now the whole league is about to learn who made him a champion.

He hated her, believing she betrayed him and his family. Only to discover that he was the villain all along...

Mila Russetti’s life turned upside down the moment she decided to break the rigid rules of her foster family__the most dangerous Mafia family in the USA__for the first time in her life.

By that single act of rebellion, she payed dearly: she was set up, raped, used as a pawn to break down the Haydens.
Her foster family kicked her out of their lives and sent her overseas treating her as a traitor.

After four years, they showed up again in her life, claiming she owed their dying father a last visit.
She returned to the Hayden's mansion with her three years old son, only to discover that they were trying to cage her again and forcing her into a marriage.

Will she give in to their abuse, especially after she had discovered the shocking truth of the identity of her rapist? And how will she take her revenge on them when she finds out that she's the heiress to a Tycoon mafia empire?

How does her biological mother's shady past affect Mila's present?

Is it true that the only thing that brings dangerous and ruthless Mafia Lords, those who are morally gray to their knees, begging and regretting, are the women they worship?

A juicy and twisted love-hate dynamic, Obsession, toxic attraction story.


When she pressed the knife to her own throat, his mask finally cracked. He hesitated for a second before confessing with guilt, “I know who did it, Mila. I know who raped you that night four years ago. And I assure you, he wasn't one of Hayden's enemies.” He stared toward his two brothers with an accusing look.

TRIGGER WARNING:
The story too dark.

I loved Callum Crane for five years. He said I didn't fit. Then he proposed — to my sister.
The same night, his brother called me with the most insane idea I've ever heard: marry him instead. Same day. Same venue. Right across the hall from my ex and my sister's ceremony.
I said yes. Not because I loved Emrys Crane. Because I'd rather set the whole thing on fire than sit in a pew and watch.
Here's the thing about revenge marriages, though. They're supposed to be fake.
Nobody told Emrys.
The man had a wrench set in his truck that only fit my grandmother's machine — bought years before I ever spoke to him. He'd been sneaking looks through my workshop window so often the stone wore down. He fixed my motorcycle three times and never mentioned it. He remembered that I stared at a piece of almond brittle for ten seconds once, and bought it for me weeks later.
Seven years. He'd been in love with me for seven years. Said nothing. Did everything.
And Callum? The man who told me I didn't fit?
He showed up at my orchard with an apology and a folder full of evidence against my sister, begging for a second chance.
I looked him in the eye and said: "Too late. Wrong harvest."
He tried five more times. It only got worse for him.