When My Heart Died, He Loved Me
6.1k Views · Ongoing · Marina Vale
I was dying — and he was loving someone else.
I left.
Now he wants me back… but will I let him?
I left.
Now he wants me back… but will I let him?
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He Broke Me, Now I Break Him
391 Views · Ongoing · Sophie Langston
The first thing they took was my baby.
The second was my parents.
The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.
My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.
He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.
But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.
I tried to die. Four times.
Now I’m done trying.
They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.
The second was my parents.
The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.
My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.
He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.
But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.
I tried to die. Four times.
Now I’m done trying.
They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.
I Faked My Death — Now He Begs
575 Views · Ongoing · Sophie Langston
They auctioned my unborn son while I was still conscious.
Nine months pregnant. Tied naked in a birdcage. Legs spread like an animal.
My husband sat in the front row. He watched them cut the baby out of me—no anesthesia, no mercy—and sell his organs to the highest bidder.
"You're a whore," he said, holding up a video.
A video he never bothered to verify.
A lie he chose to believe.
I lost my child. My mother. My mind.
But I didn't lose the truth.
Someone saved me. Someone gave me the proof: the real DNA test, the unedited footage, her confession.
Now he knows what he destroyed.
Now he wants me back.
He can beg.
A dark revenge romance. Non-con, graphic violence, pregnancy loss, and strong triggers. Not for the faint-hearted. HEA guaranteed.
Nine months pregnant. Tied naked in a birdcage. Legs spread like an animal.
My husband sat in the front row. He watched them cut the baby out of me—no anesthesia, no mercy—and sell his organs to the highest bidder.
"You're a whore," he said, holding up a video.
A video he never bothered to verify.
A lie he chose to believe.
I lost my child. My mother. My mind.
But I didn't lose the truth.
Someone saved me. Someone gave me the proof: the real DNA test, the unedited footage, her confession.
Now he knows what he destroyed.
Now he wants me back.
He can beg.
A dark revenge romance. Non-con, graphic violence, pregnancy loss, and strong triggers. Not for the faint-hearted. HEA guaranteed.
He wants me back, My Billionaire Husband
365 Views · Ongoing · Nees Ticon
“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.
He Learned to Love After My Funeral
706 Views · Ongoing · Ladys
My marriage to Matthew was a transaction, a substitute—everything except love. When his white moonlight came back, I was abandoned, diagnosed with gastric cancer, and carrying his child. His late regret could never bring back my life, nor could it keep our unborn baby.
Rejected 21 Times, Now He Crawls Back
1.6k Views · Ongoing · Agatha Christie
Twenty-one times.
I've signed the mate bond with Kael Nightshade, Lord of the Black Panther Clan, twenty-one times.
And dissolved it twenty-one times.
Not because we didn't love each other.
But because every few months, she comes back.
Seraphine. His first love. The angel who shattered her wings saving him, leaving her mind fractured and fragile.
"Seeing the mate mark sends her into psychotic breaks," he'd say, burning the bond from my skin. "I owe her my life."
So I'd erase the mark. Burn the contract. Pretend we were never bound.
The first time, I cried and begged. He backhanded me: "Cut the bullshit. We'll rebond once she's back in the sanatorium."
The thirteenth time, I followed them to a tavern and watched him tenderly kiss the scarred stumps where her wings used to be. When I confronted them, he knocked me down and locked me in enchanted restraints for seven days straight.
Sign. Burn. Erase. An endless cycle I couldn't escape.
Until the twenty-first time.
Fire engulfed the manor. Seraphine and I were trapped in different wings. Kael could only save one of us.
"Kael!" I collapsed at the window, smoke choking my lungs. "I'm pregnant—please—"
He shifted into his panther form and bolted toward her room.
The guards dragged me out thirty minutes later. Third-degree burns across my back, lungs filled with ash, blood pooling beneath me.
No heartbeat.
Kael stood in the safe zone, holding an unscathed Seraphine in his arms. From the moment the flames erupted until they pulled me from the rubble, he never looked back.
Not once.
The twenty-first dissolution was my choice.
There won't be a twenty-second.
I've signed the mate bond with Kael Nightshade, Lord of the Black Panther Clan, twenty-one times.
And dissolved it twenty-one times.
Not because we didn't love each other.
But because every few months, she comes back.
Seraphine. His first love. The angel who shattered her wings saving him, leaving her mind fractured and fragile.
"Seeing the mate mark sends her into psychotic breaks," he'd say, burning the bond from my skin. "I owe her my life."
So I'd erase the mark. Burn the contract. Pretend we were never bound.
The first time, I cried and begged. He backhanded me: "Cut the bullshit. We'll rebond once she's back in the sanatorium."
The thirteenth time, I followed them to a tavern and watched him tenderly kiss the scarred stumps where her wings used to be. When I confronted them, he knocked me down and locked me in enchanted restraints for seven days straight.
Sign. Burn. Erase. An endless cycle I couldn't escape.
Until the twenty-first time.
Fire engulfed the manor. Seraphine and I were trapped in different wings. Kael could only save one of us.
"Kael!" I collapsed at the window, smoke choking my lungs. "I'm pregnant—please—"
He shifted into his panther form and bolted toward her room.
The guards dragged me out thirty minutes later. Third-degree burns across my back, lungs filled with ash, blood pooling beneath me.
No heartbeat.
Kael stood in the safe zone, holding an unscathed Seraphine in his arms. From the moment the flames erupted until they pulled me from the rubble, he never looked back.
Not once.
The twenty-first dissolution was my choice.
There won't be a twenty-second.
Dead Before He Said 'I Love You'
4.1k Views · Ongoing · Piper Hayes
The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.
Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.
Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.
Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."
The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.
He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."
"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."
Even my son took her side.
"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"
But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.
When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."
I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.
"I'm dying."
Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.
Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.
Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."
The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.
He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."
"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."
Even my son took her side.
"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"
But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.
When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."
I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.
"I'm dying."
He Cut My Baby Out for Her
350 Views · Ongoing · Daisy Swift
In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.
My reward?
At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."
When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.
Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.
In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.
My reward?
At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."
When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.
Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.
In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.
He Wanted Soft. I Gave Him Gone.
663 Views · Ongoing · Juniper Marlow
They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.
No More Sacrifice: The Foster Daughter Strikes Back
1.1k Views · Ongoing · Kelly
For fifteen years, Anastasia Stafford lived a life defined by a single, cruel purpose: to serve as a living blood bank for her adopted sister.
She gave everything—her health, her talent, and her dignity—only to be discarded and betrayed by the very family she tried so hard to please.
Her first life ended in tragedy, falling from a building with nothing but regret.
But fate has granted her a second chance.
Waking up on her twenty-third birthday, Anastasia decides she is done being the silent victim.
She steps away from the toxic Stafford Family and turns to the one thing they could never take from her: her extraordinary talent for design.
She catches the eye of Richard Roosevelt , a powerful CEO who offers her a partnership rather than pity.
Anastasia is no longer just surviving;
she is systematically dismantling the family that ruined her ，and hunting for the truth behind her mother’s death.
She gave everything—her health, her talent, and her dignity—only to be discarded and betrayed by the very family she tried so hard to please.
Her first life ended in tragedy, falling from a building with nothing but regret.
But fate has granted her a second chance.
Waking up on her twenty-third birthday, Anastasia decides she is done being the silent victim.
She steps away from the toxic Stafford Family and turns to the one thing they could never take from her: her extraordinary talent for design.
She catches the eye of Richard Roosevelt , a powerful CEO who offers her a partnership rather than pity.
Anastasia is no longer just surviving;
she is systematically dismantling the family that ruined her ，and hunting for the truth behind her mother’s death.
Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 01)
126.4k Views · Ongoing · Aimen Mohsin
Julia loves reading BDSM erotic books. Her husband catches her reading one of those books and then they both try out playing sex games where Julia gets to be a slave and she loves playing these love games with her husband. But will these games affect their marriage? Let's find out by reading how it all started and how it's going!
This is book 01 of the slavery series.
This is book 01 of the slavery series.
Devil's CRUEL Love (Book 3 in 1st Series)
863 Views · Ongoing · Writer ShineeSunshine
~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST) is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature "DEVIL" of God and he doesn't believe in "FORGET AND FORGIVE"
"I'm Good but Not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL
~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.
"Coincidence and Fate are interconnected to each other because I believe in both ", AASHMAAN aka ANGEL
But what will happens when unknowingly an Angel enters DEVIL's life?
What will Neil do when he get to know Angel's hidden secret? Will he trap ANGEL in his hell?
What Aashmaan would do when she got to know that Her Family took everything from her, completely ruined her and left her all alone on the street?
Now she is an Orphan, 18 years old bubbly and shorty and innocent Angel without any higher education, wandering alone in the winter's Street of the capital city, running away from her DEVIL.
What will happen when she encounter the DEVIL again? Will she able to protect herself from his cruelty or will she give up on her fate?
"What are you doing here? You duck face?", Devil was approaching her. His steps were slow but threatening. Hie eyes were digging into her soul.
Angel shuddered under his hard intense devilish gazes. His deep hazel eyes were staring deeply into her angelic soul.
"Are you here for me, huh?", His smirked were making her cringed.
"I. I. I am not here f. for y. You Sir", Angel stuttered as she was scared of him and took her steps back but the wall hold her to the place.
Devil chuckled darkly, "You are"
"No, I'm not here for you Devil", She said and ran from there.
Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break You and you'll only cry, cry and cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time".
{Aashmaan means Sky. Neil means blue So it's a dark romance story of BLUE SKY}
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"I'm Good but Not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL
~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.
"Coincidence and Fate are interconnected to each other because I believe in both ", AASHMAAN aka ANGEL
But what will happens when unknowingly an Angel enters DEVIL's life?
What will Neil do when he get to know Angel's hidden secret? Will he trap ANGEL in his hell?
What Aashmaan would do when she got to know that Her Family took everything from her, completely ruined her and left her all alone on the street?
Now she is an Orphan, 18 years old bubbly and shorty and innocent Angel without any higher education, wandering alone in the winter's Street of the capital city, running away from her DEVIL.
What will happen when she encounter the DEVIL again? Will she able to protect herself from his cruelty or will she give up on her fate?
"What are you doing here? You duck face?", Devil was approaching her. His steps were slow but threatening. Hie eyes were digging into her soul.
Angel shuddered under his hard intense devilish gazes. His deep hazel eyes were staring deeply into her angelic soul.
"Are you here for me, huh?", His smirked were making her cringed.
"I. I. I am not here f. for y. You Sir", Angel stuttered as she was scared of him and took her steps back but the wall hold her to the place.
Devil chuckled darkly, "You are"
"No, I'm not here for you Devil", She said and ran from there.
Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break You and you'll only cry, cry and cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time".
{Aashmaan means Sky. Neil means blue So it's a dark romance story of BLUE SKY}
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Love In Lust Series #1: Aivan Warren Flair
733 Views · Ongoing · Wit Witch
Amethyst is a woman who loves her family so much.
She has a boyfriend named Earl.
Amethyst's life was simple, and it's ok with her.
Until one night, She and her boyfriend went on a date.
It should be a romantic and simple date but it turns out into a nightmare!
They witnessed a killing which leads Earl to die.
And the master mind? Named Aivan Warren who's reckless that suddenly feel something strange when he saw Amethyst.
He let Amethyst live and free but in one condition. She will do whatever Aivan wants for two months! Yes, it was totally crazy for her. But, what can she do? He is powerful and reckless.
What will happen with those two months?
Will Amethyst live after two months?
If Aivan wants her to love him, how can she love the person who just killed her boyfriend for no reason?
She has a boyfriend named Earl.
Amethyst's life was simple, and it's ok with her.
Until one night, She and her boyfriend went on a date.
It should be a romantic and simple date but it turns out into a nightmare!
They witnessed a killing which leads Earl to die.
And the master mind? Named Aivan Warren who's reckless that suddenly feel something strange when he saw Amethyst.
He let Amethyst live and free but in one condition. She will do whatever Aivan wants for two months! Yes, it was totally crazy for her. But, what can she do? He is powerful and reckless.
What will happen with those two months?
Will Amethyst live after two months?
If Aivan wants her to love him, how can she love the person who just killed her boyfriend for no reason?
Nightfall Investigations Series: Nightfall-Book 1 (Noir Collections)
846 Views · Ongoing · Alisa Selby
Nightfall Investigations Series: Origins-Book One
Sponsor Echo wasn’t looking for destiny…
She walked into Nightfall Investigations looking for a job.
She found a vampire instead, and now the most dangerous man in Seattle refuses to let her die.
The city doesn’t know what lives beneath it.
Sponsor Echo certainly didn’t.
Sleeping in an alley, hungry, broke, and one bad decision away from disappearing entirely, she walked into Nightfall Investigations looking for a job. Instead, she found Cyne Nightfall. Quiet, controlled…dangerous in ways she can’t explain, and not human.
Cyne has spent centuries keeping the monsters in Seattle under control. Vampires, cults, things that crawl through corridors most people will never see. He has rules. Boundaries. Distance. Then Sponsor walks through his door and the world starts shifting around her. Literally.
Wards fail when she enters a room. Containment sites destabilize, and ancient factions that have been silent for decades suddenly start hunting again. But they aren’t hunting Cyne. They’re hunting her.
Now a missing journalist has uncovered something buried beneath the city…something tied to Sponsor’s blood, Cyne’s past, and a power neither of them fully understands.
As cults close in and the supernatural world begins to fracture, Cyne realizes something far more dangerous than the enemies surrounding them: he’s starting to care. And if anyone tries to take Sponsor from him…Seattle won’t survive what he becomes.
Perfect for readers who love:
• dark paranormal romance
• protective vampire heroes
• strong female leads discovering their power
• supernatural mysteries and cult conspiracies
• slow-burn tension with dangerous stakes
Sponsor Echo wasn’t looking for destiny…
She walked into Nightfall Investigations looking for a job.
She found a vampire instead, and now the most dangerous man in Seattle refuses to let her die.
The city doesn’t know what lives beneath it.
Sponsor Echo certainly didn’t.
Sleeping in an alley, hungry, broke, and one bad decision away from disappearing entirely, she walked into Nightfall Investigations looking for a job. Instead, she found Cyne Nightfall. Quiet, controlled…dangerous in ways she can’t explain, and not human.
Cyne has spent centuries keeping the monsters in Seattle under control. Vampires, cults, things that crawl through corridors most people will never see. He has rules. Boundaries. Distance. Then Sponsor walks through his door and the world starts shifting around her. Literally.
Wards fail when she enters a room. Containment sites destabilize, and ancient factions that have been silent for decades suddenly start hunting again. But they aren’t hunting Cyne. They’re hunting her.
Now a missing journalist has uncovered something buried beneath the city…something tied to Sponsor’s blood, Cyne’s past, and a power neither of them fully understands.
As cults close in and the supernatural world begins to fracture, Cyne realizes something far more dangerous than the enemies surrounding them: he’s starting to care. And if anyone tries to take Sponsor from him…Seattle won’t survive what he becomes.
Perfect for readers who love:
• dark paranormal romance
• protective vampire heroes
• strong female leads discovering their power
• supernatural mysteries and cult conspiracies
• slow-burn tension with dangerous stakes
Demon's CAGED Love (Book 4 in 1st Series)
602 Views · Ongoing · Writer ShineeSunshine
~DANIEL MILLER, a 25 years Old the CEO of MILLER EMPIRE.
A Smiling Demon in human disguise who has been know of man of few words, hardworking, Dangerous and Lovable but only for his family and friends.
~SAPPHIRE MARIA STONE, A Teenage 18 years old girl whose world is around her family. An Honest, faithful, Obedient and a young SOUL.
But she made a mistake. Her mistake was only that Demon laid his eyes on her and she dared to run away from his claws.
"How Dare You!",, Demon took threatening
"How Dare You!",, Demon took threatening steps towards her.
She was scared because of the negative aura were coming from him.
"I'll cut Your wings and cage you in my castle" Daniel said and his each words were like a molten lava and his eyes were red.
"I'll never accept You", Maria said and tried to run away from him.
"I'll fuck this sweet little mouth of yours", Demon growled loudly. He rubbed her lower lips with his thumbs and with his other hands were on arms, gripping tightly enough to left marks.
"Let me go", Soul screamed and started pushing him away from her body. She Cried and hot tears were streaming down from her eyes
"Never", Demon said and claimed her mouth furiously and wildly thrust his tongue in her mouth. He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment.
What would happen when Demon really caged her soul in his Demonic love?
How will soul escape from the trap and find a way to get to know the hidden identity of the demon?
Will Demon's true self break her or will she able to fight back to him?
A Smiling Demon in human disguise who has been know of man of few words, hardworking, Dangerous and Lovable but only for his family and friends.
~SAPPHIRE MARIA STONE, A Teenage 18 years old girl whose world is around her family. An Honest, faithful, Obedient and a young SOUL.
But she made a mistake. Her mistake was only that Demon laid his eyes on her and she dared to run away from his claws.
"How Dare You!",, Demon took threatening
"How Dare You!",, Demon took threatening steps towards her.
She was scared because of the negative aura were coming from him.
"I'll cut Your wings and cage you in my castle" Daniel said and his each words were like a molten lava and his eyes were red.
"I'll never accept You", Maria said and tried to run away from him.
"I'll fuck this sweet little mouth of yours", Demon growled loudly. He rubbed her lower lips with his thumbs and with his other hands were on arms, gripping tightly enough to left marks.
"Let me go", Soul screamed and started pushing him away from her body. She Cried and hot tears were streaming down from her eyes
"Never", Demon said and claimed her mouth furiously and wildly thrust his tongue in her mouth. He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment.
What would happen when Demon really caged her soul in his Demonic love?
How will soul escape from the trap and find a way to get to know the hidden identity of the demon?
Will Demon's true self break her or will she able to fight back to him?
Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 02)
15.6k Views · Ongoing · Aimen Mohsin
Julia loves reading BDSM erotic books. Her husband catches her reading one of those books and then they both try out playing sex games where Julia gets to be a slave and she loves playing these love games with her husband. But will these games affect their marriage? Let's find out by reading how it all started and how it's going!
This is book 02 of the slavery series.
This is book 02 of the slavery series.
Slavery: A series of erotic games (Book 03)
13.1k Views · Ongoing · Aimen Mohsin
Julia loves reading BDSM erotic books. Her husband catches her reading one of those books and then they both try out playing sex games where Julia gets to be a slave and she loves playing these love games with her husband. But will these games affect their marriage? Let's find out by reading how it all started and how it's going!
This is book 03 of the slavery series.
This is book 03 of the slavery series.
Hades LOST Persephone (Book 5 in 1st Series)
691 Views · Ongoing · Writer ShineeSunshine
"STRIP".. ,, HADES said in his bold , authoritative and demanding tone.His eyes held anger and temper which send fears to her. Every Fibres of her body was shaking under his powerful and dominance gaze. She stood at her Place and didn't know how to react on his words.
"I said Strip My wife".. ,, This time his voice made her trembled and with Shaking hands she started to open her wedding dress.
She removed her veil and looked at him. He was staring back at her with his intense pitch black orbs.
"Remove Your Ornaments Too"..,, He spoke when she stopped removing her Wedding dress. She removed her jewellery but left Golden Nuptials Chain Which he tied around her neck. Her glossy eyes were locked with his blazing eyes
"I don't have the whole Night" ... ,, Hades voice echoed in the room. Her breathing was low and sweats started to appear on her body.
She opened the strings of her wedding skirt and in a flow it fall down on the floor. With trembling hands she again pulled the strings of her blouse and opened the hooks. Now she was in her red lacy lingerie. However ,Not even for a second His eyes moved down and wandered at her curvy body.
His eyes were fixed on her eyes and she was gazing back at his beautiful deep black eyes. He stood up from the bed and came near her. She took a few steps back but the wall stopped and supported her body to stand properly. He bent and tilted his head and whispered in her ear. His husky deep voice and hot breath released thousands of butterflies in her stomach.
"You're not up to my standard".. ,, He said and left her in the room all alone on their wedding night. His words pierced her heart and a hurtful Chuckled came out of her mouth.
Tears were flowing through her eyes but she smiled sadly and said, "My name is DURGASHAKTI, husband and I'm not weak like you thought of me"
Story Of HADES and His PERSEPHONE
"I said Strip My wife".. ,, This time his voice made her trembled and with Shaking hands she started to open her wedding dress.
She removed her veil and looked at him. He was staring back at her with his intense pitch black orbs.
"Remove Your Ornaments Too"..,, He spoke when she stopped removing her Wedding dress. She removed her jewellery but left Golden Nuptials Chain Which he tied around her neck. Her glossy eyes were locked with his blazing eyes
"I don't have the whole Night" ... ,, Hades voice echoed in the room. Her breathing was low and sweats started to appear on her body.
She opened the strings of her wedding skirt and in a flow it fall down on the floor. With trembling hands she again pulled the strings of her blouse and opened the hooks. Now she was in her red lacy lingerie. However ,Not even for a second His eyes moved down and wandered at her curvy body.
His eyes were fixed on her eyes and she was gazing back at his beautiful deep black eyes. He stood up from the bed and came near her. She took a few steps back but the wall stopped and supported her body to stand properly. He bent and tilted his head and whispered in her ear. His husky deep voice and hot breath released thousands of butterflies in her stomach.
"You're not up to my standard".. ,, He said and left her in the room all alone on their wedding night. His words pierced her heart and a hurtful Chuckled came out of her mouth.
Tears were flowing through her eyes but she smiled sadly and said, "My name is DURGASHAKTI, husband and I'm not weak like you thought of me"
Story Of HADES and His PERSEPHONE
Forbidden Blood series: His Exclusive Obsession (Book 1)
1.1k Views · Ongoing · aitypearl207
Content Warning
This book contains explicit sexual content, BDSM themes, power dynamics, violence, and dark romance elements. It is intended for mature readers (18+).
Lucifiel Thorne thought he had wiped out every last hunter.
He was wrong.
Levi Cross is just trying to survive. Between college, bills, and a past he doesn’t fully remember, life is already hard enough. The last thing he needs is attention—especially from a man who clearly doesn’t belong in his world.
But Lucifiel isn’t just any man. He’s powerful, controlling, and way too interested in Levi.
It started as a job offer, until it wasn't. Because the “job” takes him into a private, exclusive club where the rules are different,and where Levi is expected to play a role he never signed up for.
Lucifiel’s possession.
What was supposed to be temporary starts to feel like something else entirely. Something darker and far more dangerous than Levi ever expected.
Lucifiel wasn't all about the pleasure. What Levi doesn’t know is that he was way more than a pleasure toy.
He was the last hunter. And his blood is the one thing Lucifiel has been searching for.
The one thing that can end everything.
Or change it forever. Either way… Lucifiel plans to claim what’s his.
This book contains explicit sexual content, BDSM themes, power dynamics, violence, and dark romance elements. It is intended for mature readers (18+).
Lucifiel Thorne thought he had wiped out every last hunter.
He was wrong.
Levi Cross is just trying to survive. Between college, bills, and a past he doesn’t fully remember, life is already hard enough. The last thing he needs is attention—especially from a man who clearly doesn’t belong in his world.
But Lucifiel isn’t just any man. He’s powerful, controlling, and way too interested in Levi.
It started as a job offer, until it wasn't. Because the “job” takes him into a private, exclusive club where the rules are different,and where Levi is expected to play a role he never signed up for.
Lucifiel’s possession.
What was supposed to be temporary starts to feel like something else entirely. Something darker and far more dangerous than Levi ever expected.
Lucifiel wasn't all about the pleasure. What Levi doesn’t know is that he was way more than a pleasure toy.
He was the last hunter. And his blood is the one thing Lucifiel has been searching for.
The one thing that can end everything.
Or change it forever. Either way… Lucifiel plans to claim what’s his.
When My Ex Said He Still Loves Me
17.4k Views · Ongoing · Victoria Figueiredo
Five years of a marriage forced by family convenience end in the cruelest way possible: with a request for divorce on the same day they would celebrate their anniversary. Lilian, devastated by Ethan's rejection—the man she learned to love despite the circumstances—sees her life fall apart. In her darkest hour, when the pain seems unbearable, Lilian is saved by Daniel Spector, a longtime friend and silent confidant who has always loved her. At the hospital, news changes everything: Lilian is two months pregnant. But there is another woman, Joana Mercadante — rich, famous, and supposedly also expecting Ethan's child. With her heart broken and her soul on fire, Lilian decides to leave. She flees to France and, far from the eyes of the world, gives birth to her son and builds an empire. Five years later, she returns as a powerful woman, determined to face her demons... and she finds Ethan again. He never stopped looking for her, never forgot the love he destroyed with his own hands. Now he must fight not only for forgiveness, but for a second chance—with her and with the son he never knew. But will regret be enough to rebuild a love that was betrayed? Especially when Daniel, Ethan's new rival, is ready to build the life Lilian always dreamed of... and is already the father in her son's heart?
Hidden Marriage: He Begs for a Second Chance
49k Views · Ongoing · PageProfit Studio
Elsie Clarke spent three years in a secret marriage, and just as long in cold, silent separation. As their third anniversary approached, she still held on, foolishly hoping her love could melt her husband's frozen heart.
But all she received was a call from his private club. His voice was indifferent. “You wanted to see me? Bring a condom.”
That was the moment everything shattered. The marriage she had clung to was nothing but an empty shell, and she was finally ready to let it go.
But just as she turned away, he began to chase her with reckless desperation. The man who once ignored her now couldn’t bear to let her go.
But all she received was a call from his private club. His voice was indifferent. “You wanted to see me? Bring a condom.”
That was the moment everything shattered. The marriage she had clung to was nothing but an empty shell, and she was finally ready to let it go.
But just as she turned away, he began to chase her with reckless desperation. The man who once ignored her now couldn’t bear to let her go.
I Was His Mate, But He Rejected Me
451 Views · Ongoing · rosewrites
Isadora Bellini spent her entire life living in the shadow of her twin sister, Giulia—but nothing hurt more than the moment their childhood best friend and her fated mate, Capo Lorenzo, chose Giulia over her. Shattered and humiliated, Isadora disappeared from the Luna Nera Clan, carving out a quiet life among humans. Eight years later, she’s dragged back to the one place she promised never to return—for Giulia’s funeral. What begins as a painful farewell quickly spirals into a storm of secrets, guilt, and dangerously unresolved emotions.
Lorenzo isn’t the same confident Capo who once broke her heart—he’s grieving, broken, and searching for answers. But so is Isadora. As truths begin to unravel—about Giulia’s betrayal, Lorenzo’s rejection, and a past that refuses to stay buried—Isadora finds herself caught between the scars of yesterday and the pull of a bond she tried to erase.
In a world where fate is sealed by blood and moonlight, and love can be the sharpest weapon of all… will Isadora risk everything to uncover the truth, or let her pain write the ending for her?
When love feels like betrayal, how do you trust what your heart still wants?
Lorenzo isn’t the same confident Capo who once broke her heart—he’s grieving, broken, and searching for answers. But so is Isadora. As truths begin to unravel—about Giulia’s betrayal, Lorenzo’s rejection, and a past that refuses to stay buried—Isadora finds herself caught between the scars of yesterday and the pull of a bond she tried to erase.
In a world where fate is sealed by blood and moonlight, and love can be the sharpest weapon of all… will Isadora risk everything to uncover the truth, or let her pain write the ending for her?
When love feels like betrayal, how do you trust what your heart still wants?
He Gave My Wedding Dress to My Stepsister
1.2k Views · Ongoing · Luna Scribe
"...I gave your wedding dress to Elise." Julian said.
"What...Did you say?" I asked, just to be sure I didn't hear wrong.
"Elise," he said again, "I gave her the dress."
"And why would you even do that?" I snapped in anger.
"We've been talking, okay?" He rubbed his temples, trying to explain "She told me she wants her last wish to be getting married before she passes to me. So...I thought this, as the right thing to do."
The words exploded out of me like a volcano.
"How could you do something like this without asking me first? That's my dress, Julian! For our wedding, that's in two days!"
For many years I gave up my dreams and my youth to bring Julian back from the edge of death. We were legally bound in a secret ceremony, waiting for the day he could finally stand beside me at the altar.
But on the day of our wedding, the dress I made for myself was on my stepsister, and the man I called my husband was leading her to the priest.
With nothing left but a broken heart, I made a deal with the one man Julian feared, Sebastian Hale.
He is cold, dangerous, and the most powerful billionaire in the city. He offers me protection, wealth, and revenge, but in his world nothing is free.
"What...Did you say?" I asked, just to be sure I didn't hear wrong.
"Elise," he said again, "I gave her the dress."
"And why would you even do that?" I snapped in anger.
"We've been talking, okay?" He rubbed his temples, trying to explain "She told me she wants her last wish to be getting married before she passes to me. So...I thought this, as the right thing to do."
The words exploded out of me like a volcano.
"How could you do something like this without asking me first? That's my dress, Julian! For our wedding, that's in two days!"
For many years I gave up my dreams and my youth to bring Julian back from the edge of death. We were legally bound in a secret ceremony, waiting for the day he could finally stand beside me at the altar.
But on the day of our wedding, the dress I made for myself was on my stepsister, and the man I called my husband was leading her to the priest.
With nothing left but a broken heart, I made a deal with the one man Julian feared, Sebastian Hale.
He is cold, dangerous, and the most powerful billionaire in the city. He offers me protection, wealth, and revenge, but in his world nothing is free.
He Gave Me Away, I Couldn’t Be Happier
442 Views · Ongoing · Ladys
I had a childhood arranged marriage with the Mu family. My unreliable dad just tossed me a New York address and told me to go inherit the company there.
They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.
I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.
Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”
Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.
His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.
Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?
The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.
The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.
Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.
Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.
His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.
He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.
I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”
“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”
They only broke the news to me after my plane touched down in New York: I could take over the family business only if I went through with the marriage.
I followed the address, only to be led winding through the streets by the men at the gate and taken to an abandoned construction site.
Along the way, the man guiding me feigned sympathy: “The Mu Group went bankrupt two years ago. They sold their house and company to pay off debts, yet still owe a fortune in loan sharks. Debt collectors hound him every day, and he always brings them here to talk. He works an office job by day and fights in underground boxing matches for cash by night—his life is nothing short of miserable.”
Hardly had he finished speaking when I heard the harsh clanging of steel pipes. A devastatingly handsome man was grappling with a dozen men, a steel pipe gripped in his hand.
His features were sharp, his jaw clenched tight. Blood trickled down his cheek from his temple, mixing with dust, carving out an air of broken ferocity about him.
Hell no—they’re picking on my future husband right in front of me?
The guide tried to say more, but I, a die-hard sucker for good looks, grabbed a steel bar beside me and charged straight in.
The brawlers froze for a split second at my sudden appearance, then plunged back into the fight.
Mu Qingye threw every punch with reckless brutality, and I, a multiple-time taekwondo champion, was no pushover either.
Once we’d chased the debt collectors off, I tossed the steel bar aside and watched Mu Qingye lean against the wall, gasping for breath.
His clothes were frayed and faded, and the bandage on his right leg was soaked through with blood, a glaring, vivid red.
He sat on the ground, lifted his eyelids to glance at me sideways, his eyes as cold as ice.
I stared at his outrageously handsome face, my heart racing wildly: “I’m Meng Shixia. Do you remember me? I—”
“I don’t know you.” He cut me off abruptly, staggered to his feet by leaning on the wall, and shot me another cold glance. “Stay out of my business.”
He Faked Being Bullied, I Gave Up Yale
1.6k Views · Ongoing · Agatha Christie
Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.
He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.
Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.
"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.
He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.
I wised up.
In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.
He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.
Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.
"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.
He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.
I wised up.
In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.
He Fed My Daughter's Cure to His Fated's
1.7k Views · Ongoing · Juniper Marlow
My chosen mate used his Beta authority to give the entire moonbloom compound to his fated mate's daughter.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.
Don't Provoke Her! The Hidden Boss Strikes Back
4.9k Views · Ongoing · Irene Vale
She was an S-rank spy — cold, brilliant, unstoppable. Then her own people betrayed her, and she died.
She woke up as the family idiot everyone laughed at.
Scarred face. Malnourished. Dead last in school. Abused by her stepmother, framed by her sister, mocked by the entire campus.
The original owner of this body could take it. She couldn't.
Call her ugly? She formulates her own skincare remedy — and stuns the room.
Call her stupid? Top university presidents come knocking at her door. Legendary doctors beg for her secret formulas. Global superstars chase her down for a collaboration.
All she wanted was a quiet, ordinary life this time around.
Instead, her covers keep blowing, and without even trying, she's climbed back to the top of the world.
Meanwhile, the most mysterious young lord in the city opens her classified file from her past life. A slow smile crosses his face.
"This so-called idiot… is rather interesting."
She woke up as the family idiot everyone laughed at.
Scarred face. Malnourished. Dead last in school. Abused by her stepmother, framed by her sister, mocked by the entire campus.
The original owner of this body could take it. She couldn't.
Call her ugly? She formulates her own skincare remedy — and stuns the room.
Call her stupid? Top university presidents come knocking at her door. Legendary doctors beg for her secret formulas. Global superstars chase her down for a collaboration.
All she wanted was a quiet, ordinary life this time around.
Instead, her covers keep blowing, and without even trying, she's climbed back to the top of the world.
Meanwhile, the most mysterious young lord in the city opens her classified file from her past life. A slow smile crosses his face.
"This so-called idiot… is rather interesting."
He Said I Was Just a Surrogate Tool
834 Views · Ongoing · Evelyn
I was falsely accused of killing my sister. My husband personally sent me to prison. Three years later, he picked me up, and that very night he stripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.
He said, "The child your sister and I had together has a heart condition. You have to give birth to a baby to save him. This is what you owe your sister!"
He said, "The child your sister and I had together has a heart condition. You have to give birth to a baby to save him. This is what you owe your sister!"
Three Years as Substitute: I Quit, He Regrets
1.1k Views · Ongoing · Vivian Cross
He married me because I look like her.
For three years, I played the role. I cooked his meals. I warmed his bed. I smiled when he forgot my birthday. I stayed quiet when he left in the middle of the night to hold her hand.
I told myself it was enough. I told myself I didn't need his love.
Then I got pregnant.
He said he hated children. So I didn't tell him. I was going to keep it. Our baby. The only thing that was truly mine.
But my body had other plans.
When I called him from the hospital floor, bleeding out, begging for help—he didn't come. He said I was lying. He was too busy with her.
That night, I lost everything.
The baby. The hope. The lie I'd been living.
Now he's calling me. Again and again.
But the substitute wife? She's not picking up.
For three years, I played the role. I cooked his meals. I warmed his bed. I smiled when he forgot my birthday. I stayed quiet when he left in the middle of the night to hold her hand.
I told myself it was enough. I told myself I didn't need his love.
Then I got pregnant.
He said he hated children. So I didn't tell him. I was going to keep it. Our baby. The only thing that was truly mine.
But my body had other plans.
When I called him from the hospital floor, bleeding out, begging for help—he didn't come. He said I was lying. He was too busy with her.
That night, I lost everything.
The baby. The hope. The lie I'd been living.
Now he's calling me. Again and again.
But the substitute wife? She's not picking up.
Now He Wants Me Back, But I Don't
671 Views · Ongoing · kesandu571
After I found out about the secret admirer he’s been talking to for the past two months the, he throws divorce papers at my face after being married for six months. He claims that his admirer would give him half of the Williamson cooperation. He thinks I’m the naive middle class woman he married but what he doesn’t know is I’m the owner of the Williamson Cooperation, the company I inherited from my father’s as his only child just before he died. Throws out of the house, I decided to reclaim my power and move back to my estate. I hosted a convention where the secret admirer would be handing him the properties and I put everyone in shock when I show up and they find out it’s me. Richard begs at my feet for mercy but I totally ignore him and choose his personal assistant who has always been good to me from the very day I stepped into Richard’s mansion as his wife
He Took My Son's Eyes for Her Daughter
1.1k Views · Ongoing · Daisy Swift
A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.
My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.
It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.
My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.
He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.
My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.
It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.
My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.
He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.
He Faked His Death, I Faked My Love
653 Views · Ongoing · Agatha Christie
Selene thought she'd found true love with Alexander Morrison. She was WRONG—she was just a stand-in for Jessa, the woman he really wanted.
When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.
Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.
They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.
Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:
"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."
"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."
Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.
This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.
When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.
Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.
They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.
Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:
"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."
"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."
Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.
This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.
He Chose His Ex's Dying Sister Over Me
5.6k Views · Ongoing · Juniper Marlow
I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.
He Chose Her Bed, I Chose Their Ruin
1.7k Views · Ongoing · Ladys
For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.
Until I hit play on that video.
The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.
The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.
And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.
"I missed you so much..."
"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."
Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.
Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?
Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.
I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.
Until I hit play on that video.
The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.
The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.
And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.
"I missed you so much..."
"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."
Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.
Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?
Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.
I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.
He Drowned His Pregnant Wife for Another Woman
5.7k Views · Ongoing · Chau
To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?
The Day He Took His White Rose Back, I Exposed His Murder Evidence
1.4k Views · Ongoing · Ladys
Seventy-two hours before my wedding, I stood in front of the fitting mirror at a bridal shop.
My best friend sent me a social media post, and the red exclamation mark in the message box stung my eyes sharply.
The post’s title read: Guys, my boyfriend is getting married to his current partner. What should I do?
The comment section had already erupted into chaos.
“Dude, are you out of your mind? You’re the other woman here!”
“You’re the homewrecker and you dare post this to get roasted? Where’s your shame?”
The poster was firing back furiously, every word oozing unapologetic madness:
“We’ve been inseparable since we were kids! His first love, first kiss, first time—all mine!”
“He doesn’t even like that old hag; he’s only marrying her out of obligation!”
“Who’s the real mistress, anyway?”
I should have swiped past it like a silly joke, but my gaze was locked onto the poster’s profile picture.
It showed two hands laced together. Peeking out from the man’s wrist was a dark green watch dial—a Richard Mille Valentine’s Day limited edition. It was the seven-figure engagement gift I’d bought him by selling my mother’s last precious heirloom, the only one of its kind in the world.
My heart was squeezed tight by an icy hand, plummeting to the bottom in an instant.
I tapped into the account’s homepage. The second my finger swiped open the photo album, a dizzying, world-spinning sensation crashed over me.
In the photos, the man holding the girl closely was none other than Lu Yanchen—my fiancé, who was supposed to marry me in three days.
I stared at the screen. All the wedding hopes and love I’d saved up over three years shattered into nothing but dust at this moment.
I couldn’t believe it, yet I had to. The man who’d loved me for three years and sworn to protect me forever had been lying to me from start to finish.
My best friend sent me a social media post, and the red exclamation mark in the message box stung my eyes sharply.
The post’s title read: Guys, my boyfriend is getting married to his current partner. What should I do?
The comment section had already erupted into chaos.
“Dude, are you out of your mind? You’re the other woman here!”
“You’re the homewrecker and you dare post this to get roasted? Where’s your shame?”
The poster was firing back furiously, every word oozing unapologetic madness:
“We’ve been inseparable since we were kids! His first love, first kiss, first time—all mine!”
“He doesn’t even like that old hag; he’s only marrying her out of obligation!”
“Who’s the real mistress, anyway?”
I should have swiped past it like a silly joke, but my gaze was locked onto the poster’s profile picture.
It showed two hands laced together. Peeking out from the man’s wrist was a dark green watch dial—a Richard Mille Valentine’s Day limited edition. It was the seven-figure engagement gift I’d bought him by selling my mother’s last precious heirloom, the only one of its kind in the world.
My heart was squeezed tight by an icy hand, plummeting to the bottom in an instant.
I tapped into the account’s homepage. The second my finger swiped open the photo album, a dizzying, world-spinning sensation crashed over me.
In the photos, the man holding the girl closely was none other than Lu Yanchen—my fiancé, who was supposed to marry me in three days.
I stared at the screen. All the wedding hopes and love I’d saved up over three years shattered into nothing but dust at this moment.
I couldn’t believe it, yet I had to. The man who’d loved me for three years and sworn to protect me forever had been lying to me from start to finish.
My Hockey boyfriend is a girl ; Mated to my crush
832 Views · Ongoing · writerghost401
“Are you not… mad at me?” I asked breathlessly. “That I’m a girl?”
He gripped both sides of my arms. His eyes scanned my face as he cupped both sides of my face tightly between his hands. “I don’t care… I don’t care that you lied… I love you either way,” he panted and pressed his lips against mine.
My hockey stick landed against the ice with a loud clank as I began to kiss him back.
He didn’t hate me anymore.
William didn’t hate me anymore!!
Daphne Sinclair is an obsessed fan of a hockey player, William Hollander. When William suddenly announces that he would quit hockey after high school, Daphne gets a crazy idea.
She would attend William’s high school, dressed like a boy, and try to get into the school’s hockey team. This way she would be close to William and try to get him to keep playing.
Will Daphne’s plan work?
Will she get into the team, or will the school figure out that she is a woman and send her away before she even gets a chance to carry out her plan?
He gripped both sides of my arms. His eyes scanned my face as he cupped both sides of my face tightly between his hands. “I don’t care… I don’t care that you lied… I love you either way,” he panted and pressed his lips against mine.
My hockey stick landed against the ice with a loud clank as I began to kiss him back.
He didn’t hate me anymore.
William didn’t hate me anymore!!
Daphne Sinclair is an obsessed fan of a hockey player, William Hollander. When William suddenly announces that he would quit hockey after high school, Daphne gets a crazy idea.
She would attend William’s high school, dressed like a boy, and try to get into the school’s hockey team. This way she would be close to William and try to get him to keep playing.
Will Daphne’s plan work?
Will she get into the team, or will the school figure out that she is a woman and send her away before she even gets a chance to carry out her plan?
Deserted Wife Strikes Back
80.4k Views · Ongoing · Freya Brooks
After ten years of marriage, Hollis Meyer believed she had found an extraordinary husband. Little did she know, he would lead her on a destructive path! Disguised as a marriage, he manipulated her emotions, plotted for her wealth, and even wiped out the entire Meyer family, all for a fleeting moment of true love.
But fate intervened with a meticulously planned murder, sending her back ten years in time! In this new life, she pledged to utterly destroy him, reduce his bloodline to ashes, and curse his lover with endless misfortune.
She vowed to exact a hundredfold revenge on all those who had caused her harm!
And so, her first act after rebirth was to reject the advances of that jerk and resolutely marry her archenemy from her previous life—a prominent tycoon she must not have provoked this time!
She expected their union to be driven by desire rather than affection, but to her surprise, the tycoon showered her with boundless love and devotion after they tied the knot.
But fate intervened with a meticulously planned murder, sending her back ten years in time! In this new life, she pledged to utterly destroy him, reduce his bloodline to ashes, and curse his lover with endless misfortune.
She vowed to exact a hundredfold revenge on all those who had caused her harm!
And so, her first act after rebirth was to reject the advances of that jerk and resolutely marry her archenemy from her previous life—a prominent tycoon she must not have provoked this time!
She expected their union to be driven by desire rather than affection, but to her surprise, the tycoon showered her with boundless love and devotion after they tied the knot.
When He Finally Spoke, I Was Already Gone
930 Views · Ongoing · Agatha Christie
My husband Eric couldn't speak after a car accident three years ago. Three years of silence. Not one word.
To pay for his rehab, I worked four jobs at once—worked until I was coughing up blood, until I collapsed. Winter nights, Leo and I huddled under one threadbare blanket. When my son spiked a fever and I had no money for medicine, I stayed up all night pressing wet rags to his burning forehead.
Eric? His only communication was cold texts, ordering me around. When Leo reached for a hug, he'd push him away like our son didn't exist.
I endured it all. Because deep down, I believed the accident was my fault.
Until that night.
I was hauling equipment at Selena's concert—Selena, the pop star everyone knew—when a mystery guest in a mask stepped on stage. They sang together, voices blending like they'd done this a thousand times.
That voice. That lightning-shaped scar on his elbow.
My "mute" husband of three years.
I followed him backstage. Through the door, I heard Selena's laugh: "Congrats, Eric. Your mute act is almost over—you won the bet."
Three years of sacrifice.
All of it just a game. A bet with his first love.
To pay for his rehab, I worked four jobs at once—worked until I was coughing up blood, until I collapsed. Winter nights, Leo and I huddled under one threadbare blanket. When my son spiked a fever and I had no money for medicine, I stayed up all night pressing wet rags to his burning forehead.
Eric? His only communication was cold texts, ordering me around. When Leo reached for a hug, he'd push him away like our son didn't exist.
I endured it all. Because deep down, I believed the accident was my fault.
Until that night.
I was hauling equipment at Selena's concert—Selena, the pop star everyone knew—when a mystery guest in a mask stepped on stage. They sang together, voices blending like they'd done this a thousand times.
That voice. That lightning-shaped scar on his elbow.
My "mute" husband of three years.
I followed him backstage. Through the door, I heard Selena's laugh: "Congrats, Eric. Your mute act is almost over—you won the bet."
Three years of sacrifice.
All of it just a game. A bet with his first love.
I Took A Bullet, He Took A Mistress
4.4k Views · Ongoing · Piper Hayes
Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.
Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.
He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."
I believed him.
Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.
That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.
But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.
I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.
Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.
"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"
"Finally. The family's saved."
Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.
He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."
I believed him.
Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.
That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.
But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.
I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.
Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.
"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"
"Finally. The family's saved."
When He Knelt, I Had Already Turned Away
627 Views · Ongoing · Coralie Sullivan
The biggest mistake of my life was falling in love with my childhood best friend, Cole Blackwood.
I grew up with Cole. He was my childhood best friend. When my mom died in a car accident in high school, his mother Lillian, my mom's best friend, saw that my stepmother didn't like me and took me in. She arranged our engagement. Cole protected me from bullies in high school. I fell for him. We secretly married at eighteen.
Shortly after the wedding, he was kidnapped. That's when everything fell apart. I threw myself off a cliff to draw the kidnappers away and save him. I was in a coma for three months. But when I came back to him, weak and broken, he thought some woman named Sophia Vanderbilt had saved him instead. He started hating me for "abandoning him" and grew cold. I tried to explain. He only believed what Sophia told him. My words meant nothing.
Cole wanted to divorce me, but his parents refused to allow it. I refused too. Sophia drugged him to get pregnant and trap him into marriage, but he stumbled into the wrong room. He slept with me instead. I got pregnant. She faked videos to make him think they'd been together. She forged evidence that I'd cheated. He wouldn't listen to a word I said.
Then we were both kidnapped and held hostage on a rooftop. Cole chose to save Sophia. I fell. I lost the baby. After Sophia was rescued, she went to the hospital for a checkup. They found leukemia. She needed a bone marrow transplant. I was the only match, but after everything, my body was too weak. Cole used the "debt" I owed his family to force me to donate.
I refused. Sophia "died." Cole locked me in a psychiatric hospital and tortured me until I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he demanded my bone marrow. This time, looking at his desperate eyes, I said yes and decided to divorce him and leave him for good.
I grew up with Cole. He was my childhood best friend. When my mom died in a car accident in high school, his mother Lillian, my mom's best friend, saw that my stepmother didn't like me and took me in. She arranged our engagement. Cole protected me from bullies in high school. I fell for him. We secretly married at eighteen.
Shortly after the wedding, he was kidnapped. That's when everything fell apart. I threw myself off a cliff to draw the kidnappers away and save him. I was in a coma for three months. But when I came back to him, weak and broken, he thought some woman named Sophia Vanderbilt had saved him instead. He started hating me for "abandoning him" and grew cold. I tried to explain. He only believed what Sophia told him. My words meant nothing.
Cole wanted to divorce me, but his parents refused to allow it. I refused too. Sophia drugged him to get pregnant and trap him into marriage, but he stumbled into the wrong room. He slept with me instead. I got pregnant. She faked videos to make him think they'd been together. She forged evidence that I'd cheated. He wouldn't listen to a word I said.
Then we were both kidnapped and held hostage on a rooftop. Cole chose to save Sophia. I fell. I lost the baby. After Sophia was rescued, she went to the hospital for a checkup. They found leukemia. She needed a bone marrow transplant. I was the only match, but after everything, my body was too weak. Cole used the "debt" I owed his family to force me to donate.
I refused. Sophia "died." Cole locked me in a psychiatric hospital and tortured me until I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he demanded my bone marrow. This time, looking at his desperate eyes, I said yes and decided to divorce him and leave him for good.
He Hung Up While I Was Burning Alive
1.3k Views · Ongoing · Lily
When they shoved me into the flames, I fought through the blinding pain to call my brother, Ethan Bennett. Fire licked at my skin, twisting my vision, but the call finally went through.
"What is it now?" He sounded distracted, like he was checking off a guest list.
"Ethan, please, help—" My voice was shattered, choked by the searing heat.
"Can't you just give it a rest for one single day?" he snapped, cutting me off. "Selina and I are getting married this weekend. If you pull another stunt, I swear I'll—"
The call died right as the flames swallowed me whole.
Agony consumed every nerve before my eyes closed for good, his unfinished threat still echoing in my ears.
But the good news is, Ethan... you don't have to swear anymore. Because I was dead.
"What is it now?" He sounded distracted, like he was checking off a guest list.
"Ethan, please, help—" My voice was shattered, choked by the searing heat.
"Can't you just give it a rest for one single day?" he snapped, cutting me off. "Selina and I are getting married this weekend. If you pull another stunt, I swear I'll—"
The call died right as the flames swallowed me whole.
Agony consumed every nerve before my eyes closed for good, his unfinished threat still echoing in my ears.
But the good news is, Ethan... you don't have to swear anymore. Because I was dead.
He Once Had 28 Chances to Marry Me
2.3k Views · Ongoing · Fuzzy Melissa
Three years ago, my pairs skating partner and I had a beautiful wedding surrounded by friends and family—but we never actually got around to signing the legal papers.
Over those three years, he has stood me up at City Hall exactly twenty-eight times.
One time, he stole my cab while I was burning up with a fever, leaving me shivering on the curb because his new, pampered protégée had a stomachache from drinking too much champagne.
Another time, he blew off our anniversary to rush to her side for a minor sprain.
Every single time we were supposed to finally make our marriage official, his precious junior skater somehow had a devastating emergency.
After twenty-eight broken promises, I finally stopped waiting. I dropped our partnership, shredded our application, and boarded a one-way flight to Milan.
But the moment I completely vanished from his life, the man who couldn't spare an hour to marry me suddenly lost his mind—chasing me across the globe to a city he swore he’d never return to, begging on his knees outside my door for a twenty-ninth chance.
Over those three years, he has stood me up at City Hall exactly twenty-eight times.
One time, he stole my cab while I was burning up with a fever, leaving me shivering on the curb because his new, pampered protégée had a stomachache from drinking too much champagne.
Another time, he blew off our anniversary to rush to her side for a minor sprain.
Every single time we were supposed to finally make our marriage official, his precious junior skater somehow had a devastating emergency.
After twenty-eight broken promises, I finally stopped waiting. I dropped our partnership, shredded our application, and boarded a one-way flight to Milan.
But the moment I completely vanished from his life, the man who couldn't spare an hour to marry me suddenly lost his mind—chasing me across the globe to a city he swore he’d never return to, begging on his knees outside my door for a twenty-ninth chance.
He Made Crime Look Like a Love Story
861 Views · Ongoing · Ruby
I got off work two hours early, hoping to surprise my boyfriend whom I had just bailed out for $30,000.
I pushed the bedroom door open. The surprise was on me—my stepsister Chloe was straddling Dorian. The same man who, just three days ago, sat crying on the police station floor swearing "I only have you," now slowly lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted to join them.
I thought that was the worst moment of my life.
I was wrong.
When the hand that had just been caressing Chloe gripped my throat and hoisted me into the air, I finally saw the truth. Dorian Vane, the guy who humiliated me at our high school prom ten years ago, hadn't changed at all.
I pushed the bedroom door open. The surprise was on me—my stepsister Chloe was straddling Dorian. The same man who, just three days ago, sat crying on the police station floor swearing "I only have you," now slowly lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted to join them.
I thought that was the worst moment of my life.
I was wrong.
When the hand that had just been caressing Chloe gripped my throat and hoisted me into the air, I finally saw the truth. Dorian Vane, the guy who humiliated me at our high school prom ten years ago, hadn't changed at all.
He Begged Me Back After I Was Dead
968 Views · Ongoing · Lily
"You have two months to live." The doctor's death sentence was still ringing in my ears when I found the receipt in his pocket.
[Four Seasons Hotel. Romance Suite. Check-in: 3:00 PM.]
3:00 PM. The exact moment I was begging the doctor for painkillers, Alexander was in a hotel bed with another woman.
I looked at him, sleeping soundly beside me. I had loved this man for five years, sold everything to help him succeed. Now, in the final countdown of my life, he gave me the most fatal blow.
"I'm exhausted from meetings," he had lied, smelling of Santal 33 and another woman's sex.
I clenched the receipt until my nails dug into my flesh. I wouldn't tell him about the cancer.
I would use whatever time I had left to make him regret ever being born.
[Four Seasons Hotel. Romance Suite. Check-in: 3:00 PM.]
3:00 PM. The exact moment I was begging the doctor for painkillers, Alexander was in a hotel bed with another woman.
I looked at him, sleeping soundly beside me. I had loved this man for five years, sold everything to help him succeed. Now, in the final countdown of my life, he gave me the most fatal blow.
"I'm exhausted from meetings," he had lied, smelling of Santal 33 and another woman's sex.
I clenched the receipt until my nails dug into my flesh. I wouldn't tell him about the cancer.
I would use whatever time I had left to make him regret ever being born.
He Lost His Forgotten Bride to an Orc
1.6k Views · Ongoing · Juniper Marlow
Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.