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Elara, a young female werewolf hiding among humans, carries the weight of her family’s murder and a vow never to use her healing powers. Desperate for survival, she takes a maid job in the mansion of Edward-the arrogant Alpha prince whose father destroyed her life. Torn between hatred, secrets, and survival, Elara must navigate dangerous lies, betrayals, and an unexpected bond with the one man she swore never to help.

On her wedding day, Hannah Sears is forced to hand over her wedding dress to her stepsister, Aspen, who is carrying the child of Hannah's lover, Jeffrey. Betrayed and heartbroken, Hannah must watch her beloved marry her stepsister.
The pain deepens when she is forced to marry someone previously intended for Aspen, all to pay off her family's debts.
Enter Alden Harrison, the son of a near-bankrupt billionaire. Known for his rough and cold demeanor, Alden is confined to a wheelchair after a tragic accident. Marrying Alden becomes an endless nightmare for Hannah.
But Alden makes Hannah an offer: "Follow my lead and I will take revenge on all those who have wronged you."
Will Hannah and Alden's union be a beneficial alliance? Can Hannah seek her revenge and find closure in this unexpected marriage?

"Why? Because you still love your late wife??"

"Yes," he didn't waver in his response and he glanced at her and she could see the emotions much present in his eyes, they were genuine and consuming. "Does it bother you??"

His question drew her out of her thought and she quickly cleared her throat and shrugged, "No, it doesn't because I think I know that you still do, it's written in your eyes. You want someone to be beside you to help you convince the world of the lie that you have moved on from your late wife even though you truly haven't even after three years and you need someone who will know how you feel about her and still stay through it all. But we know such a person doesn't exist. No normal person would get into a relationship with you knowing full well that even though they fall for you, your heart will never be theirs. And so we make pretend and that's why you offered me the contract of being your pretend girlfriend, Mr inferno."

Known by all as the child of traitors, and with no wolf to call her own, Alya's life has been hell.

She is made out to be a schemer by her foster sister who is determined to make her life hell.

When she discovers her sister with her husband after losing her baby, she decides to take matters into her own hands and escape the pack.

But would dare let her be?

Or would the secrets of the past come to find her… after all… nothing stays buried forever.

I faked my death to escape one monster, only to wake up in the bed of a worse one.

To flee an abusive marriage, I staged my demise and hid as a plain corporate assistant. Until one reckless night, I surrendered my secrets to a dangerously seductive stranger—only to discover he is Kieran Ferrara, my family’s most lethal, sworn enemy.

Now, I’m his assistant by day, and his forbidden obsession by night.

But the ultimate ticking bomb just dropped: I'm pregnant. Kieran is a cold mafia tyrant who was told he’d never father a child. I am carrying his miracle heir. But if he learns the truth beneath my mask—that his precious assistant is the daughter of the man he hates most—my sanctuary will become my execution.

When the masks fall, will his dark obsession protect her, or ruin them both?

The prophecy has been around for a long time before even Alexi's parents were born. It was inevitable that there would be a Vampire who sought total dominance over the mystical beings. His hatred of all species except his own was fueled by his belief that vampires were superior to most mystical creatures. But what he hated most were werewolves. There is a prophecy that mentions a child that will be born in a certain year. Both she and her mate will be gifted with great powers by the Moon Goddess once they are mated. When the Vampire King is overthrown, only then will werekind have a chance to triumph over the vampires. Alexi was so freaked out when she saw herself turning into a White Wolf with a name, Kiki. However, it was weirder to talk to her like a friend

"Damn! Haze, you're making this hard," he murmured, tracing my lips. I captured his thumb and he moaned and crashed his lips on mine fiercely as our kiss turned urgent, fueled by stolen moments and forbidden love. His hands explored my face, sending shivers down my spine. Then he moved his lips to my ears and sucked on my earlobe which made me moan with want. Just as our desires threatened to consume us, my phone shattered the illusion. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I reached for it, but Adam's hand clamped down on mine.
"Ignore it, babe," he pleaded, voice husky.
“What if it’s important?” I argued
He sighed, reluctantly pulling away. As I picked up, a feminine voice filled my ear.
“Hazel Williams? She rasped
“Yes, who is this?
Twenty-Three-year-old Hazel’s world shatters when her father's debt traps her in a two-year contract marriage to William Thorn, heir to a ruthless business tycoon with a haunted past.
Their contract marriage is a façade, but beneath the surface lies a complex dance of passion, betrayal, and redemption.
As Hazel navigates their forced relationship, William's icy demeanor begins to crack, revealing a man yearning for love.
Meanwhile, Hazel's devoted friend, Adam, harbors a secret love, setting the stage for a love triangle until he is forced to confront his feelings in an unexpected way and also uncover a secret that will change the course of his life.
Hazel must choose.
Can Hazel and William's fragile trust withstand the secrets?
Will Adam find solace or heartbreak in a game where love is the ultimate prize?
Prepare for a journey where secrets unravel, deception and passion collide in a world of wealth and despair.

Lorelai Voss died once.Betrayed by her fated mate.Used by her brothers.Sold to bear a cursed Alpha's heir.
But death didn’t end her story.It rewrote it.
She wakes up the day before her forced marriage—wolfless, but not powerless.
She remembers every lie.
Every hand that pushed her into the fire.
“You don’t get to tell me who I belong to,” she says, staring down her Alpha brother.
“I can save you,” she tells Alpha Keith, the strongest wolf on the continent.
“Now you owe me.”
This time, she’s not the pawn.
This time, she plays the game—and she plays to win.
With twisted loyalties, buried secrets, and a slow-burn romance that begins with distrust and ignites into obsession, Lorelai walks the line between justice and vengeance.
Will she destroy the monsters who made her…
or become something far more dangerous?
One thing is certain:
The girl they threw away is back—
and she didn’t return to survive.
She came to conquer.

“I forgot you,” Lyra whispered.

Kaelen smirks dangerously. “Then I’ll make you remember… every kiss, every touch, every promise.”

Lyra is the Dragon Princess strong, proud, and bound by duty. But when the cold, dangerously charming Vampire Prince returns, her world burns again.

He’s the past she can’t recall.
She’s the fire he can’t forget.

Because this time, the danger isn’t just in her heart… it’s coming for her life.

Have you ever been so desperate you'd do anything for money? I have. For my mom, I walked into a hotel room, ready to sacrifice my dignity. I ended up with the wrong man—a man who turned out to be my new billionaire boss, William Brown. He thought I was a gold-digger. My colleagues saw me as a disgrace. His fiancée wanted me dead.
I thought my life was over. But then, this cold, arrogant man who humiliated me in public, also rescued me from my abusive stepfather. He mocked my poverty, but paid for my mother’s treatment. He pushed me away, yet his kisses were possessive and fierce.

Anastasia would never had believe that dragons were real, until a blue eye guy appeared into her life with the most unrealistic story ever.

Not only did he say dragons were real, but that they become men by night and dragon by day. And now, she's the witch the dragon clan has been searching and waiting for...., for over a decade.

The only way the spell could be broken was for Anastasia to travel back in time, with the help of the blue eye guy... Who's name is Christian. Together, they witness a whole world of magic, while staying hidden from a fearful enemy.

But What Anastasia didn't know is that the break to spell she had to pay a heavy and costly price.

Oh, God, I am going to be sick, and I can't stand Jayson Woods!

"So, why are you staring over at him, Ashely? My inner voice inside my mind told me with a smug voice.

"I am not!
Oh, shut up! I spoke.
I looked over at him with two girls under his arms.
Oh, Look at him! Like he doesn't have a care in the world. He makes me sick.

Asshole!

He is such a man whore.
"Well, what do you expect with the kind of guys.
They are called man whore for a reason. So, envoy, my wolf, said inside my mind with a growl. She is not happy with what he's been doing with the other girls, not us.
Of course, he doesn't care. He doesn't care about our feelings. As long he gets some.
So, screw him and his sexy devilish melt your panties smile.
I don't need him.
But then again...
I am curious...
So, I wonder if he knew it was me, he was kissing and touching me last month at Emilia's birthday party where I was hiding away from the loud music and noise.
But instead, I ran into him.
And we ughhh, I scream inside my head.

We had sex!
We had sex!!
I kept repeat in my head.

We all have secrets. Especially me!

After being treated as a fake heiress and a "mobile blood bank" of her sister for eight years, Isabella Fairfax was taken back by her biological parents to the backwoods, which made her ridiculed as a discarded girl. Her adoptive parents treated her like a weed, and her former fiancé regarded her as a plaything, with everyone waiting to see her fail miserably.
However, what no one knows was that her so-called "poor" parents were actually from one of the top wealthy families in the country, and she was the world's most sought-after top physician! When she returns hand in hand with a mysterious tycoon, all those who once humiliated her will kneel down and repent.

I was born a girl — and immediately erased.
Raised as a boy, obedient to the last breath, I played the role they wrote for me.
Until the day they decided I was no longer useful.
I died with a cursed pendant around my neck and hatred in my heart.
That hatred broke the seal — and with it, every lock the pendant had spent generations holding shut. The gifts of women in my bloodline. Buried. Chained. Gone.
Until they weren't.
I woke up with it all.

To stay out of my parents' reach — already hunting me down to finish what they started — I enrolled in a boarding school. I didn't expect four roommates.
All insufferably, infuriatingly popular.
The overachiever — brilliant, laser-focused, and allergic to anything that isn't a textbook.
The quarterback — cocky, hot-headed, and a man who has never heard the word no and clearly doesn't plan to start.
The golden boy — all sunshine and smiles, a culinary genius who somehow also writes code that makes engineers cry.
The artist — quiet, intense, and disturbingly devoted in ways that feel less like admiration and more like obsession.
One by one, something shifts. The way they look at me. The way they linger.
I don't have time for this. I have powers to master, a past to bury, and a future to claw back.

Oh, and one more thing.
I have a fiancée.

She danced around the pole twerking her body

Her flawless skin shone brightly.

Her figure was killing......

In her panties and bra, her curves became so visible.

She was wearing a mask on her face but she looked so beautiful on them

The audience cheered and applauded her.

She happens to be the best among all the entertainers.

Wanna know her?

Her name is Meria Williams.

It's weird right? Why would such a pretty lady be a stripper?

She's an orphan....

Helpless. ...

Frustrated.. .

But all her miseries are hidden under her beautiful smile.

She is left with her younger sister who is very sick!

All the burden was on her. ...

She had no choice!

But she's a VIRGIN!

Is that even possible?

A stripper? A virgin?

Sounds crazy but true!

Meet Damon Wilson......

The young billionaire!

An an incurable womanizer ....

He sleeps with different kinds of woman and dumps them like trash.

A playboy!

He GETS every woman he wants all it takes him is money.

What happens when the rich playboy collides with the virgin stripper and determines to have her?

Will he be able to get her to his bed

Will he finally fall in love with her?

More tales on the way!

Find out in this intriguing story..... !!

**“She never thought she would fall for the man who stole her.

The elders were cruel, feared by all. Their leader’s daughter lived a quiet life, hidden from the world, carrying the pain of losing her mother.

But when a powerful alpha, burning with revenge, kidnaps her to hurt the elders, everything changes.

Trapped in his world, torn between fear and strange feelings she can’t explain, she starts to see the man behind the monster. And he begins to see more than just the elder’s daughter.

In a world ruled by hate and revenge, will love be their greatest battle?”**

I cleared my throat. "I uhmm..I am not his girl..’’ Ethan interrupted me and smiled warmly at me. "I know. She's very talented. I'm blessed to have her in my life." My eyes widened. What the hell?

Oh yeah, I almost forgot that I was his 'girlfriend '. Why did I even agree to do this? I rolled my eyes and placed my hand in his. Oh no, this is not good. My stomach tickled as he intertwined our fingers. The ticklish feeling in my stomach. I knew exactly what it means, it was the so-called butterflies in your stomach. Oh god, help me!

Nicole Vargas was the daughter of a well-known artist and the CEO of 'The Vargas' hotel and casino chains, she wanted to New York where she could fulfill her dreams, but her dad ordered Ethan Gray to company her in there. He couldn't stand her tantrums and drama. And she wasn't willing to change just for him. Things are getting more interested when Nicole is living in his mansion located in the New York City…

A feared and respected killer inside the underground mafia secretly leads a second war from the shadows. As a mysterious masked figure begins striking the clan in impossible ways, trust rots, loyalties shift, and danger closes in from every side. In a world of blood, deception, and hidden revenge, no one knows the deadliest man in the room may also be the one behind the mask.

In a world where Omegas are controlled, killed and wiped out, Lyra Drake lived her whole life scrubbing floors in the most powerful Alpha estate in the pack. She lived in silence, hiding her identity just for survival.

Kael Robinson is the Alpha heir who was sent to ruin her. He bullies and hates her for reasons she doesn't understand, making her despise him.

But fate had other plans for her as the moon betrayed her, igniting their mate bonds. Lyra was torn between choosing the man who torments her and the one who kept protecting her.

Hunted by the council and trapped between two men who want her for different reasons, Lyra must decide what she's willing to sacrifice to survive.

They killed his whole family. They left the boy alive, thinking he was nothing. A pup with no den, they said. The city would eat him soon enough.

They were wrong about that. The city did not eat him. It forged him.

Ten years later, Kaelen comes home to Charter. He is not a boy anymore. He carries a cold magic that was born from his own pain and suffering, the ability to pull bad memories out of places and make them real for a while. A scream trapped in a wall, the shadow of a victim, the last feeling of someone who died wrong: it is all fuel for him now.

But the power is wild and untamed. Every time he uses it, it hurts him and costs him something valuable. His enemies are still here, rich and comfortable, three of the most powerful people in the city. They do not know he is coming for them. They are about to learn.

To destroy them, Kaelen must first master himself. He must grow stronger and learn the full depths of his power. Because the echoes do not just haunt his enemies. They haunt him too. And the stronger he becomes, the less of his original self remains behind.

Never make a deal with a billionaire, especially one who is a vampire....
The deal is simple: if I spend a month with a mysterious billionaire, owner of the Fresh Blood Casino in Louisiana, he will forget my father's gambling debts. If it means saving our family's home and business, I'll do anything.
With his arrogance, strength, sensuality and dominance, Arthur Hollow is a mystery to me. But it doesn't matter how attractive he is. This is purely a business arrangement. Arthur can have any woman he wants and it makes no sense for him to be interested in a virgin like me. I'm certainly not going to fall in love with a guy who thinks he can possess me.
So I'm looking for a way to break free. When I discover that I'm the prey and that there are those who want my blood, Arthur claims he can protect me. But can I trust one of his kind?
When this started, I thought I would lose everything. Now I don't know if I'm going to make it out alive....

The Last Floor Isn’t the End

Humanity had exactly one minute to prepare for the apocalypse.

At 2:13 AM, the world changed.

Cities vanished beneath colossal underground Floors ruled by a godlike System that transformed survival into a brutal game of levels, classes, monsters, and death.

Most people received powerful combat classes.

Riven Bourne received Archivist , a class so weak that surviving the first day should have been impossible.

But riven notices things others cannot.

Hidden flaws. Broken mechanics. Lies buried inside the System itself.

While stronger players chase levels and glory, riven survives through strategy, exploiting invisible rules to overcome enemies far beyond his strength. As humanity descends deeper into the Floors, he begins uncovering a terrifying truth:

The System was never designed to save humanity.

It was designed to test it.

Amid collapsing civilizations, deadly guild wars, and cosmic conspiracies, riven forms an uneasy bond with seraphine noct ,a mysterious girl feared for her death-based powers and haunted by the souls she can hear singing in the dark.

Their relationship begins as survival.

It becomes something far more dangerous.

As the Floors evolve from underground dungeons into entire worlds at war, riven must choose what kind of man he will become: a savior, a monster, or the first human capable of breaking the System completely.

Because the deeper humanity climbs…

…the clearer the truth becomes.

The last Floor isn’t the end.

The Dragon King slammed her against the door, one hand gripping her jaw, tilting her face up to his burning red eyes.

“You walked into my castle, little spy. Lying and hiding, pretending to be one of my slaves while seducing me with your body.”

He growled low against her throat, soa close she could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

His dark magic curled around her wrists, binding her in his chains, spreading her legs apart for him while she whimpered in fear. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out exactly what you are?”

For a thousand years, Heartkind and The Nexium have been locked in a war over the fate of humanity.

The Heartwalkers spread peace and light, finding soulmates for the humans and giving them life’s greatest gift of love, while the Nexium spread hatred and despair, dragging the human world toward destruction.

Cupid is the greatest Heartwalker alive, but when time comes to reward her efforts, she is banished instead.

Her magic is failing, everything she has built begins to collapse, and in a final desperate moment, she is given one last chance to save herself and all of Heartkind.

In thirty days, Cupid must hide herself within Nexium territory and do the impossible. Find him the Dark King a soulmate.

If her plan works, he will surrender his heart to his one true love and the age of fear and hatred will end forever.

Soon the line between enemy and lover begins to blur, and with time running out, a war on the horizon and the whole world hanging in the balance, will she complete the mission and walk away?

Or will she lose everything she came to save, including herself, to the enemy she was never supposed to love?

The end of the world is forthcoming, and the most powerful creature God created is wreaking havoc on the world. Apart from those creatures, there was one supernatural creatures who was constantly warring over who could be the rightful king of the earth that God had created for them. Vampires and wolves. Have always been mortal foes. And humans were caught in the middle. Some of them were aware of the beast, but the majority were blinded.

God's distinct creature was an angel who made a mistake and was thrown to the other side of the planet. The shadow of the ground, or should we say the secret dungeon, is the name given to this location. On the other side, they were living normally. However, as time went on, they became tired of it. Some of them decided to do something about it because they were tired of living in such a remote place.

The silver-moon bond is a death sentence, and Sofia Vega just signed it in blood.

As the first Omega admitted to Spain’s elite wolf academy in forty years, Sofia entered the Sierra Nevada mountains expecting to be an outcast. She planned for the sneers of the Alpha-blood elite and the calculated cruelty of the hierarchy. She didn't plan for Alejandro Reyes.

Heir to the High Alpha and architect of his own cold silence, Alejandro is the last man Sofia should want—and the only man who can ruin her. But when a restricted training session turns into a bloody ambush, an ancient, dormant power erupts between them. In a flash of moonlight not seen in two centuries, the Fated Mark ignites, binding an unwanted Omega to the future King of the wolf territories.

The bond is irreversible, but the timing is fatal. Alejandro is already betrothed to a ruthless heiress to prevent a civil war, and Sofia’s presence is a political landmine that threatens to blow the alliance apart. From a professor who is slowly siphoning her power to rivals who see her mark as a target, Sofia is surrounded by predators.

She came to the Academy to prove that Omegas belong in the halls of power. Instead, she’s accidentally claimed the one man whose soul belongs to her, but whose hand belongs to the state.

The mark is fated. The betrayal is certain. In a game of Alphas, the Omega is about to change the rules.

Sink your teeth into the bond that burns. Start reading today.

He is the First Wolf.
Five thousand years of blood and moon and hunger carved into a man who no longer remembers how to ask.
She is the last High Priestess reborn, the only woman who ever made the Moon scream, and the only one who can end his curse… or finish him for good.
Eva Harlow doesn’t believe in fate. She believes in locks, in exits, in never owing anyone anything.
Malach Whitaker believes in one thing only: her.
He has waited through empires and plagues and the slow rot of centuries, collecting pieces of her dead lives like a dragon hoards gold. This time he is done waiting. This time the torc is around her throat before she even knows she’s been caught.
Beneath a shuttered Appalachian megachurch lies The Hollow: an underground coliseum of rust, rage, and pack law.
Here, silver scars and moonshine flow in equal measure.
Here, the bond between them is a living blade: every touch sharpens it, every refusal makes it bleed.
Body. Blood. Womb.
Three offerings she swore to a Goddess who no longer walks the earth.
Three offerings she will have to give freely, or watch the world drown in wolves.
She will try to run.
He will let her.
She will try to kill him.
He will die smiling, because the curse won’t let him stay dead until she loves him enough to break it.
This is not a love story.
This is a claiming.
This is the sound of a five-thousand-year hunger finally sinking its teeth into the only throat it was ever meant for.
Dark. Feral. Inevitable.

Annabelle Andromeda, orphaned alchemist turned unwilling bride, dies betrayed in a kingdom that sees her as nothing but a pawn; only to turn back time and seize a second chance. In a court of werewolves bound by ancient laws and poisoned by deceit, she becomes more than a mate: she is strategist, survivor, and the rightful heir to a throne steeped in blood. Torn between the Alpha who crowned her, the childhood love who never let her go, her life was more complicated than she ever thought it would be. Would she seize this second chance, or is the politics of an entire kingdom too much for her.

Emily had no idea that her life would one day take a spin in that direction as she is arranged to marry the son of a billionaire. She had to leave her library career but soon after went back to it, so she could be happy.

But her life took another turn when her marriage was about to crash when another man stepped into the picture, leaving her with a choice either to choose her career and what the man was offering to her or her marriage, what would she do? Who is this man?

Jane's betrayal wasn't just a knife in the back, it was a scorched-earth campaign.
Jane Anderson’s world collapsed in a single, tea-stained afternoon when her husband, Mark, confessed he wasn’t just leaving, he was divorcing her and moving across the hall into the arms of Sarah, the woman who stood as Jane’s maid of honor. Her best friend.

Blinded by a cocktail of grief and rage, Jane fled into the night where the heavens had opened in a violent downpour. She never saw the headlights of the hydroplaning semi-truck. She never felt the impact. She only felt the cold realization that she was dying for two people who weren't worth a single tear. Jane returns 10 years later as Blythe James, daughter of a billionaire. Find out what happens in this masterpiece.

Destiny is not your ordinary girl.
Besides the fact that she straggles two world’s.
She is also the spirit the powers that be have been waiting for.
That’s right.
Destiny is a spirit. Not born on this plane of existence.
She hails from beyond the veil. Where a soul goes when the vessel can no longer hold it.
Spirits like Destiny are called shadow agents.
A shadow agent hunts down and returns the souls that flee back to the mortal side of the veil. Where these souls start to cause trouble.
The Powers that be have sensed uneasiness for a while now and need Destiny to accept. Well. Her destiny.
All Destiny will have to aid her in her task is a sassy best friend and a talking, scruffy white cat.
Destiny will need all her skills, all her courage and wits if she is going to prevail and bring the missing souls home.

I met Arthur's eyes from where he stood; he looked tired, if not exhausted. But I don't care about his expression or anything he felt about it.

"You must be having the time of your life seeing you gawk like that," I blurted and looked away. Before I could even register his actions, he'd rushed and grabbed my neck obviously furious.

"You should've shut the fucking door!" He seethed. His grip on my neck wasn't so tight, at least I could still breathe.

"Why? I'm your plaything; you almost sound like I have much more effect on you," I blurted, and that made his grip tighter. He was now choking me as I gripped his hand, trying to pull it off my neck to regain freedom, but I couldn't.


After a cliff accident and betrayal by her ex-husband and her best friend, Ana wakes up from a coma and discovers that she's lost all her wealth and possessions. She finds herself in a slum full of prostitutes where a ridiculous level of hierarchy determines survival.

Ana is therefore sold off in the guise of a six-month contract as a whore to Arthur King, a low-key Mafia gang leader also known as Big Daddy.

Ana's cold resolve for revenge and Arthur's dominant tendencies, clash and is feared to spark love and desire.

The first birthday after we finally made up.

Shen Linze sent me a menu and told me to cook everything myself.

He invited all his close friends, plus the girl he was chasing, saying it was a birthday party for me.

On the long dining table were the stir-fried dishes I’d spent three hours rushing to make.

Shen Linze picked up a piece of sweet and sour spareribs and carefully held it to the girl’s mouth.

“Yaoyao, have a taste. I asked Su Qingyan to make them specially—they’re all your favorite dishes.”

The girl sitting in the main seat didn’t react at all.

Shen Linze put down his chopsticks and told the servants to wheel out a custom-made multi-layer cake.

“Do you like it? I designed this just for you. It has the place where we first met, your prettiest smile,
your favorite flowers, your favorite color purple, the wedding you’ve always wanted, and the initials of your name: ZY…”

Three months ago, I’d seen that exact cake design in Shen Linze’s office.

After he finished the design, he brought in several top pastry chefs from abroad and spent three months making it.

My birthday was coming soon, and I’d thought the “ZY” on the cake stood for the last characters of both our names.

I never knew it was just my own foolish wishful thinking.

On the day I received my late-stage gastric cancer diagnosis, the business proposal I’d pulled three all-nighters to finish was being fed straight into a paper shredder by my husband, Lu Ting.

Amid the deafening roar of the machine, his voice was cold and unapologetic: “Put Yingying’s name on this plan. She just got permanent employment and needs this achievement to get a firm foothold.”

I said nothing. My fingers crumpled the diagnosis report in my pocket. I turned around, opened the ticket-booking app, and booked a seven-day, six-night ultra-luxury customized honeymoon package for Lu Ting and his mistress Zhou Yingying—an overwater villa in the Maldives, with first-class flights for the entire trip.

When Lu Ting saw the order, he curled the corner of his mouth at me for once, speaking in a patronizing tone: “Finally being sensible. I’ll bring you a bag when I get back.”

I said quietly, “No need.”

You two will never come back.

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.”

The day our company successfully went public.

Gu Yun and I slipped away from the staff to celebrate privately in the office.

Just as he unfastened my camisole, a voice sounded from the phone.

“Do you think Sister Su will still be the Sales Director?”

I froze for a second, then smiled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“The company’s announcement was already released—how could there be such a ridiculous guess?”

Gu Yun’s breathing grew heavier as he kissed my lips.

“I forgot to tell you—the announcement’s been retracted.”

“Xu Na said the Sales Director position is quite challenging, and she wants to give it a try.”

"You're the one who deserves to die, you bitch!"

I couldn't control myself anymore. I slapped Olivia across the face—hard. She had forced her sapphire necklace into my bag, then accused me of stealing it to pay for my dying dog's surgery. "You and that pathetic dog of yours—you both deserve to die," she whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with venom.

Before I could strike her again, a brutal force slammed into my stomach. Ethan kicked me. I crashed to the floor, gasping for air. "You're beyond saving," he spat, looking at me like I was garbage. He scooped Olivia into his arms, checking her face with infinite tenderness.

I lay on the cold hospital floor, gaunt and skeletal from late-stage leukemia, bleeding from my nose. My husband was cradling the woman who framed me, while my dog lay dead in the next room. "Stay home and think about what you've done," he commanded. He didn't know I would never go home again.

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

"Turn on the livestream, let everyone see how wet and slutty my wife's pussy gets when she's ruined." My husband sneered, ruthlessly spreading my trembling legs on the tattoo bed.

I sobbed and thrashed, but his strong hands pinned my wrists. The buzzing needle pierced the sensitive flesh of my private area, vibrating against my clitoris as he forced a succubus mark onto me. I let out a sharp, pathetic moan, my body involuntarily slicking with a mix of blood and arousal under the agonizing pain.

By the time the needle carved the eighteenth humiliating word into my bare, heaving breasts, my mind was completely broken. He just wiped the blood from my nipples and left to fuck his pregnant mistress.

He thought I was just a toy. At his wedding banquet, he threw me to a pack of hungry men. "Do whatever you want with her holes. Even if it's a gangbang, I take no responsibility." Disgusting hands immediately groped my bare thighs, brutally ripping my dress apart to expose my tattooed chest. Rough fingers pinched my nipples and shoved into my dripping core, making me scream in despair.

But I didn't die there. I tanked his company and fell into the arms of his biggest rival.

When my ex-husband finally realized the mistress's baby wasn't his, he called me, sobbing and begging. I just pressed the phone to my ear, gasping loudly as Tristan's thick, hard cock thrust deep into my tight, wet pussy.

"Ah... fuck, Tristan, deeper..." I moaned shamelessly into the receiver, hearing my ex-husband's breathless silence on the other end. "Henry," I panted, riding my new lover hard, "Your empire is dead, and so are we."

After my eighth trip to the psychiatric ward, I finally became the perfect, obedient wife my husband always wanted—even when I caught his childhood friend giving him a handjob in our living room.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Eric snapped, his eyes dark with irritation. "If those hands are useless, might as well chop them off." Without a word, I grabbed a kitchen knife and raised it toward my wrist. He kicked it away, screaming at me to stop being dramatic. So, I turned and charged headfirst toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

When I woke up, I heard him laughing with her. "She's fine. Just another attention stunt." He didn't know that the "treatment" he authorized had broken my mind into a million jagged pieces. He didn't know about the shock collars, the waterboarding, the dark cells. He thought I was finally "cured" of my jealousy.

It wasn't until a rafting trip, when his friend pushed me into the rapids and my prosthetic eye popped out and rolled across the deck, that his world shattered. As he stared at the empty black socket where my left eye used to be, he finally realized what those facilities had done to me. He dropped to his knees, screaming my name, but the woman who loved him was already dead.

Will his tears be enough to bring back the wife he destroyed, or is this just the beginning of his hell?

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

He knelt in the dirt, begging to see the daughter he abandoned, but I pointed to the man beside me: "She calls him Daddy now."

Ryan looked like a ghost. Stomach cancer had eaten away his arrogance, leaving only skin and bones. He stared at Grace—the baby he thought was dead, the baby he tried to replace with an orphan. "Zoey... I'm her biological father. Please."

I held Chris's hand, feeling his warmth, so different from Ryan's cold betrayal. "Biological?" I scoffed. "You're just a sperm donor who chose his sister over his wife."

Grace hid behind Chris's leg, looking at Ryan with fear. That look broke him more than the cancer ever could.

"You have Lucy," I said, turning away. "And her child. Go enjoy the family you destroyed us for." I watched him vomit blood into the grass, realizing too late that he had traded a diamond for a stone. He would die alone, while we lived happily ever after.

My roommate acted strangely—an eye peeking through the door crack, a lingering stench, and the shadow of a serial murder closing in. I struggled to find the truth, only to discover her rotting corpse in the wardrobe. It turned out, she was the first to die, and the fear had only just begun.

In a quiet and isolated village deep in the mountains, Castian, longs for something beyond the peaceful routine of Liang. Surrounded by natural beauty and the safety of family life, he finds himself torn between his love for the land and a burning desire to explore the unknown world beyond the hills. When a mysterious traveler arrives in the village, bringing stories of adventures and dangers, Castian is faced with the possibility of a destiny far greater than he ever imagined. As the young man confronts his doubts and desires, he discovers that the mountains surrounding him hold not only secrets about his past but also his future. With the support of his family and friends, Castian must decide whether he will be content to live a life of tranquility or have the courage to follow his heart in search of adventures.

A fake relationship full of forbidden heat . . .

Emilia Torres has everything she's ever wanted. After years of struggling to become an actress, she's finally caught her big break - a part opposite the hottest star in Hollywood, the gorgeous and charming Luca Fontaine.

But her biggest role might be the one she plays off-screen, where she and Luca pretend to be in love.

The rules for their relationship are simple: in front of the paparazzi, they play the perfect Hollywood couple. In private, their contract states that all feelings - and sex - are absolutely forbidden.

It's the perfect publicity stunt - until someone wants more. Needs more.

Sometimes, the truth is even hotter than the lies . . .

Due to explicit scenes, this steamy romance is rated 18+.

The Lies Between the Lines is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

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.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband He Yu.

The card was filled with sweet nothings I hadn’t heard in a long time, and it invited me to dinner at Cloud Mist Restaurant.

That morning, he had called to tell me he had an emergency meeting at night and couldn’t come home.

So his so-called overtime was just a surprise for me.

I happily brought the flowers to my nose, but the next second I couldn’t stop sneezing five times in a row, my nose turning red and itchy at once. I’m severely allergic to roses, and I’d told He Yu that countless times.

I rubbed my nose and smiled awkwardly at the delivery driver: “Sorry, I’m allergic to roses. My husband must have forgotten in his rush.”

The delivery driver froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a cake and another bouquet of champagne roses from his insulated box: “I’m so sorry, ma’am. This is yours. There were two orders under the same phone number—I didn’t check clearly earlier.”

Two orders, one phone number.

I stood frozen, all the blood in my body turning cold in an instant.

I closed the door, my hands shaking as I dialed Cloud Mist Restaurant, my voice trembling: “Hello, do you have any tables left for Mr. He Yu’s usual spot?”

“Sorry, miss. Mr. He booked our top-floor viewing seat a week in advance. There are no tables left for tonight.”

A chill crawled up my spine. I looked down at the stretch marks still fading on my belly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach—where our baby was growing.

I grabbed my coat, slammed the door shut, and took a taxi straight to Cloud Mist Restaurant.

He Yu, if you dare betray me, you can forget about keeping that CEO position!

Every July, my husband left for a business trip to France—so for seven full years of marriage, we never once got to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
This time, I flew all the way to France to surprise him, and mid-flight, I stumbled across a social media post.
My dream girl finally agreed to be with me. How do I make the frumpy, worn-out wife back home file for divorce on her own?
The OP poured out his grievances in the comment section:
When my dream girl suddenly moved abroad, I married her former best friend to keep me company through the hard times, just so I wouldn’t lose touch with her completely.
Now she’s finally said yes to being with me, and I’ve made enough to give her the lavish, privileged life she deserves.
I want my wife to find out about my affair herself so I can get a clean divorce without a fight, but she’s so painfully oblivious. I’ve come home reeking of my dream girl’s perfume on purpose, and every single July I fly here to France for our private time together, watching the lavender bloom in Provence with her. She never noticed a thing.
Perfume. July. France.
Those matching details made my fingers go numb. A deafening buzz exploded in my skull. A bone-deep chill washed over me, and I prayed with everything I had that it was all just a terrible coincidence.
Until I read the final line.
Just got a spending alert from her supplementary credit card—she bought a flight to France. I’m heading to pick up my dream girl now, might as well keep an eye out for her, just in case.
The plane touched down. When I stepped into the arrivals hall, I lifted my head almost instinctively.
There stood Shen Sinian, the man I hadn’t seen in two weeks, in a crisp, tailored suit, a bouquet of roses in his hand, locked in a passionate kiss with a woman with a stunning, willowy figure, her back to me.
He opened his eyes by chance, and through the crowd of travelers, his gaze locked directly with mine.

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

He once saw her as nothing but a cheap plaything. Four years of closeness was nothing more than “practice before marriage.”
Cast out on a snowy night, publicly humiliated, her career destroyed… She licked her wounds in silence and dialed her family’s satellite phone.
When they met again, she was the largest shareholder of the Corporation. He was forced to bend his pride and call her “Auntie” in a trembling voice.
You took away all my dignity once. Now I make you too low to reach me.

Jonathan’s way of loving was always paying in silence. After we broke up, he cleared my shopping cart, stocked up enough makeup remover to last me three years, trying his best to make up for it. But during those three years when I willingly waited for him to propose, he never said a word. Until one day, he found a small note I’d written in pencil three years ago in that wedding planning book: “It’s okay, I can wait.” He cried all night staring at that line, and the next day, he bought 17 copies of the same book. On the title page of each one, he wrote neatly: “Wait for me.” It turns out, the stupidest person takes three years just to learn to say “I love you.”