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I'm a blind girl, and I've always been close with the old lady living next door.
One day, I caught the smell of blood coming from her apartment.
Worried something had happened to her, I pushed her door open—and instantly realized my mistake.
I had walked right into a murder scene.
The killer was still there.
I had to take a chance.
Betting that my pale, sightless eyes could fool those blood-crazed ones.
I stepped into the blood-soaked room, smiled toward where the body lay, and called out,
"Ma'am, the store has oranges on sale—I brought some over for you..."

I'm a forensic audio specialist. I make a living digging up the truths people deliberately erase from static and noise.
My 19-year-old brother was accused of pushing a billionaire's bride to her death at her wedding.
The police presented their "smoking gun" recording. I heard exactly twelve seconds missing from it.
Those twelve seconds hold the truth about how the bride really died—and the billionaire family's dark secret that will get both me and my brother killed.
They smashed my equipment, threatened my life, bribed the cops, and tried to bury the truth forever.
But what they don't know is—
Some voices refuse to stay silent. Even when they're cut out.

I paused at the ajar conference room door, attempting to balance the tray of coffees. Creedon was my new boss, now also my boyfriend. I listened at the door.

“Where is that slut of yours, Creedon? Must be a hell of a lay. The coffee is going to be cold,” Michael complained. “What's the point in keeping her around? She's not even your breed.”
Not his breed?
“You know me, I like nice accessories, Besides, she is smarter than she looks."
An Accessory?
“Stop toying with the girl. You're letting her get too close to us. Not to mention the scandal you’ll have with the press once they realize she's a poor country girl. America will fall in love with her, you will just crush them when you’re done with her. Poor Image...” The sound of fits hitting the table silenced the room.

“She’s mine! She is no concern of yours. I can fuck her, breed her, or cast her aside, remember who's in charge here. “If I want to use her as a cum bucket, I will." His anger explosive.
Breed me? Cast me aside? Cum bucket? I think not!*

“She is pretty, but she’s of no value to you, Creedon. A pebble in a sea of diamonds, darling. You can have any woman you desire. Fuck her out of your system, and sign off on her,” Latrisha spat. “That one is going to become a pain in your ass. You need a bitch that will submit.”

Someone, please, come mop up the word vomit this woman has just spewed.

“I have her under control, Trisha, back the fuck off.”

**Control? Oh, hell naw! ** He hadn't met the take no bullshit southern bitch I could be.

Rage brewed as I elbowed open door.

Well, here goes everything.

Six years ago, Evelyn White caught her husband Arthur Collins cheating, then left his mansion—pregnant and unseen. Now she’s back as Eve, a top artist, with two genius twins. At her exhibition, the kids yell “Mommy”… and Arthur’s world breaks. He’s obsessed with dragging her (and the kids he never knew) back. She just wants to paint and protect her family. But as their past’s lies unravel, escaping him means fighting for more than just freedom.

Calista was deceived by someone she thought was her "boyfriend," losing all her savings and getting kicked out by her landlord.
Now homeless in a city far from home with no one to turn to, she unexpectedly finds shelter in a shared apartment with three men- Zane, Cedric, and Draven. Not only do they offer Calista a fresh start, but they also bring her into a web of temptation and mystery.
Calista's journey is an emotional rollercoaster as she navigates the complexities of her new living situation while struggling to overcome the pain of betrayal. As she attempts to rebuild her life, she finds herself drawn to the lives of her roommates, each offering a different kind of allure.
Zane: "You're a sweet girl, Calista."
Cedric: "You're making me more intrigued, Calista."
Draven: "You're the first person who made me smile, Calista."
Amid the chaos of her new reality, Calista can't shake the feeling that she's a pawn in a game she doesn't fully understand. Has she stepped from one deceit into another? Can she trust the men she now calls her roommates?

In "Powerless Hearts: A Tale of Survival and Love," the world as we know it changed drastically on April 1, 2023, when a global blackout plunged civilization into chaos.
With power outages worldwide and communication systems failing, society began to collapse. Amidst the turmoil, Gabriella, a college student trapped in her dorm, faces immediate danger and desperation. She is saved from a threatening situation by Andrew, a compassionate rescuer with a solar-powered home.

As the world outside grows increasingly chaotic, Gabriella and Andrew form a deep connection, evolving from a bond of survival into a passionate romance. They find solace and strength in each other amidst the crumbling remnants of their former lives. Their love becomes a source of hope as they navigate the challenges of their new reality, including the constant threat of violence from desperate outsiders.

Their relationship flourishes in the face of adversity, marked by tender moments and intense intimacy. Yet, despite their personal happiness, the community they inhabit faces growing external pressures. The struggle for resources and the mounting anger from those outside their safe haven create an ever-present tension.

As the story progresses, Gabriella and Andrew confront not only the external threats but also the internal fears and desires that come with living in such a fractured world. Their journey is a powerful exploration of love and resilience, proving that even in the darkest times, the human spirit can find light and connection.

In this gripping tale of dystopian romance and survival, "Powerless Hearts" highlights the strength of love and the enduring hope that drives people to fight for their future.

"You feel so f*king good." a deep voice, one I knew all too well, grunted.
I watched my husband Daniel and my assistant Esme banging each other right on my table. My hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me, the shock from seeing and hearing them made me shift back, stumbling against the table, and I pushed the chair backward.
"Did you hear that?"
I quickly dodged and stepped back from the glass view.
"What?" Daniel hissed impatiently.
"I think I heard-" Esme trailed off, "Never mind, just hurry up already."
"No need to rush, there is still time before the btch lands." His statement was like a slap to my face, my ears were ringing.
"Really?"
"Yes, baby, a few more rounds for us."
"Once she's back, I can't have you."
"I know, but it's just for a while, you know it's you I love, it's her money that's keeping me."
Their mixed chuckle ran across the room, traveled up my nerves, and made my heart sink to my stomach.


When Elsie uncovers the affair between her husband and her trusted assistant, her world shatters. The dual betrayal by the man she loved for years and the assistant she relied on leave her devastated and nearly hopeless.
But after the initial shock, Elsie regains her strength. She contacts a lawyer to prepare for divorce and makes a bold move- switching jobs and joining the company of her longtime rival, Albie.

What starts as a search for solace turns into something much more dangerous. Albie's relentless pursuit leaves Elsie feeling increasingly drawn to him, despite her resolve. Will she lose herself in a passion she never expected, or find a new path to healing?

Rosemary, a young and captivating maiden finds herself in a cozy yet inescapable cottage with no memories of her life. She knows nothing of the world except in the fairy tale and romance books that a boy brings to her every morning. She longs for love and companionship in her life, until one day, Pierce, a mysterious man who happens to be the Alpha of a nearby pack notices her and visits her. It’s love at first sight, and he realizes they are mates. Interestingly enough, he has also lost most of his memories. Together, they unravel the secrets of their prisons and become closer in the process.
Their heated moments of passion, their lust for each other draws them into one another, but ultimately, their hatred and pain push them away.
Through the hands of The Fates, and the love they share, they learn many lessons on their journey, which they also discover has been repeated. It’s up to them to choose to stay together. Eventually, they’ll have to make a choice.
Nothing is as it seems as they continue to work on getting it right and become the power couple they were meant to be in order to defeat the evils of their world. But time ticks against them as others try to come between their union to change their destiny and everything they hold dear.
Will their love and lust for each other keep them together, or will their hate drive them further apart?

Twenty-two-year-old Scarlett "Scar" Justice thought she could hide forever behind fake names and stolen lives. But when killers track her to Chicago's deadliest neighborhood, she runs straight into the arms of the one man who could destroy her completely. Vincent "Viper" Capone is thirty-eight, ruthless, and heir to the most feared crime family in the city. He rules with bullets and blood, and his enemies don't live to see morning. When he saves Scar from assassins, he doesn't know she's the daughter of FBI Director Marcus Justice—the man sworn to bring down everything Viper has built. All Viper knows is that this mysterious girl with fire in her eyes makes him feel things he thought died long ago. As gang wars explode across Chicago and bodies pile up in the streets, their forbidden attraction becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where love is weakness and trust means death, their secret romance could start a war that burns the entire city to ash. When the truth comes out, Viper must choose between his family's empire and the woman who stole his heart. And Scar must decide if love is worth betraying everything she's ever known—or if some secrets are too deadly to survive.

My biggest regret? Trusting my husband with my mother's life.

The day the mudslide hit, I was on my knees. Begging him to send a helicopter.

He told me to wait. Twenty minutes. But when the helicopter came, it went for his adoptive sister Vivian instead.

I held my mother in the ruins. Her body was shutting down. I waited. Waited until she went cold in my arms.

When he finally showed up at the hospital, the first thing he said? Accused me of faking it. Said I just wanted attention.

In that moment, my heart died too.

Later, I found out Vivian wasn't even sick.

She said "I don't feel well"—that's all it took. And he left my mother and me to die.

Called me a lunatic. In front of everyone. All for her.

I was ready to leave. For good. Then someone shattered my mother's ashes.

I've got a reputation on campus as a doormat with zero dignity. I bring Wyatt Langley food, do his homework, act as his emotional dumping ground. Been at it for a year.

His rich friends mock my cheap clothes and say I'm reaching way out of my league. He never stops them. Sometimes he even laughs along.

Finally, he announces in front of everyone that he's breaking up with me. His first love is coming back from Europe, so I need to get lost.

Everyone's waiting to see me cry.

I glance at the five million dollars that hit my account half an hour ago and say, with complete sincerity, "Okay. Congrats."

What nobody knows is that I put up with him, tolerated his rotten temper, for one simple reason. His mom pays way too well.

Now the money's here. Time to end this arrangement.

So why, the second I walk away, does he start tearing the city apart trying to find me?

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement I'd never met face-to-face.

Pushing open the private room door, I found my fiancé Tristan celebrating his secretary Clara's birthday.

"Security! Get this beggar out of here!" Clara screamed, pointing at me.

When I revealed my identity, Tristan sneered coldly: "What bullshit engagement? I would never marry a woman like you."

Clara poured red wine over my head: "Kneel down and lick it clean!"

When I fought back, Tristan exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!"

Four bodyguards pinned me down as Clara started a live stream: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!"

They tore at my clothes while Tristan watched coldly, even urging them on: "Hurry up, let everyone see her true face."

Just as I was about to be completely humiliated, the door suddenly burst open—

"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?

My husband Lucius said: 'My real wife has returned.'
To keep him, for a month I clung to him, making love passionately...

Dirt buried my broken body inch by inch, suffocating me.

"Don't blame me for being heartless, Olivia. Blame your own naivety!" Samantha White’s voice hissed above me like a viper.

Then came her smug confession. She was the one who swapped my father’s emergency medicine. She drove my mother to jump to her death with fake photos of an affair. Even my brother’s fatal racing accident was her handiwork. Rage consumed me; I wanted to tear her limb from limb, but her next words killed my spirit entirely.

"Your fiancé, John, used the money from your sold kidney to buy my engagement ring. We've been together all along."

The cold earth fell, and my world went dark.

Then, I woke up. I was back at my nineteenth birthday gala. John was right there, cornering me, demanding I apologize for pushing Catherine into the pool. This time, I didn't back down. The schemes and the hatred of my past life—I’m going to make you pay it all back, with interest.

Seven years ago, Macedonia Stallone fled her marriage after her ex-husband, the current Alpha King of the Sowinski Kingdom, Azarius Kingston de Carteret, divorced her.

Despite her attempts to leave the past behind, Macedonia still grapples with guilt over the pain she inflicted on Azarius. Despite her efforts to evade him, Azarius eventually tracks her down, determined to hold her accountable for her actions.

As their prolonged game of hide-and-seek nears its climax, Macedonia fears that Azarius may have uncovered her most closely guarded secret: their daughter, Amaryllis. Is she prepared for the wrath he might unleash upon her?

I take a deep breath as I step out of the car, and Kyle's sandalwood scent hits me like a ton of bricks.

My wolf growls in my mind, "Mate."

Kyle strides toward me with his arms outstretched, but before he can reach me, Atticus gets out of the car behind me. A low growl rumbles in Atticus's chest, serving as a reminder that I belong to him. 

I clear my throat awkwardly, "Alpha Kyle, this is Alpha Atticus of the Warrior Pack."  


Eryn's life was going according to plan. She had the man of her dreams and received a prestigious invitation to the Warrior Academy. What she didn't plan on was the immediate betrayal from Kyle as soon as she left the Twilight Pack. 

Heartbroken from the betrayal, she turns to Atticus, the gruff Alpha of the Warrior Pack and the head professor. As she finds comfort in Atticus's unwavering support, an unexpected bond forms between them. 

However, when the three- Eryn, Kyle, and Atticus- are brought together, emotions run high, and things become even more complicated. While Kyle fights to win back Eryn, Atticus fights to keep her. 

Who will Eryn finally choose? Her Brother's Best Friend or Her Alpha Professor?

Ancient stories surrounding the town of Lovecraft County resurface as mysteries rage around the world and murder cases and investigations involve all the clans and monsters, mystical creatures that live and exist in the town.
Amidst the many secrets involving the city all this to solve or help in his case when trying to solve his own feelings, he has two soulmates, a vampire and a werewolf.
Amidst the events of past lives, when a businessman, the great hero and detective, as well as the avatar of an interdimensional creature, being the smartest man and the greatest hero in the world who is not so much brave, when it comes to his own personal problems, in which Tsuki is there to face villains and fights a battle with his feelings that leads him to desire and run away from his destined loves.
Both were born destined to rule and command.
The ancient gods are in truce, now to unite in a common goal, which is in addition to being what they are the result of an alliance between men, demons and humans in a peace agreement, they are children of an ancient being, in that they show that they are there to command and be the mediators and lords of their races, in the midst of a life of their own, their destinies, the rains in the midst of the events of the past, coming to see the future.
For Tsuki who is a creature that can change sex, even if he goes from world to world, even from the bottom of his being, he still can't deal with some things, like his wills, being the masters of his body and life. your soul.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth."
Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment. Every moment I spent hurting you..”
"Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell."
His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..."
"But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine."
Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?"
Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me."


Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Sara, Maximilian made Eva go through hell.
Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful figure who she never knew existed.
Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell.
Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes
and isn’t ready to let her go.
Eva hold a secret that will shatter Maxmillan's world.
Will Eva choose love and forgiveness, or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

BLURB

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth."

Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you..”

"Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell."

His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..."

"But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine."

Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?"

Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me."


Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Sara, Maximilian made Eva go through hell.

Eva endures not only Maximilian's abuse but also the hurt and betrayal from her own family.

Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed.

Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell.

Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes
and isn’t ready to let her go.

Eva hold a secret that will shatter Maxmillan's world.

What is that secret?

Will Eva choose love and forgiveness, or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

Eliara has always lived at the bottom of the Black Crest Pack.

After her stepfather’s death, pack law forced her under the same roof as her two alpha stepbrothers.

The future rulers of the Black Crest Pack and billionaire CEOs of the most powerful tech corporation in the region.

They hate her.

They strip her of status, turn her into a servant, and remind her daily that she is nothing more than an omega with no protection.

When her mother’s mate's bond weakens and illness strikes, Eliara loses the last protection she had.

Whatever little status she once held vanishes overnight.

What no one knows is that Eliara carries a forbidden secret.

A rare healing power her mother warned would get her killed if discovered.

The alphas are hiding secrets too.

Cursed by the Moon Goddess, they weaken and collapse every full moon, their wolves silent and their throne at risk.

When a violent confrontation leaves the alphas dying before their pack, Eliara makes a choice that changes everything.

She heals them.

The bond snaps.

And Eliara learns the truth too late.

Her cruel stepbrothers are her destined mates.

Before she can escape the consequences of that bond, Alpha Eric Lewis enters the picture.

Alpha Eric Lewis, the Alpha General, billionaire, and their greatest enemy steps in with an offer they can’t refuse.

To save their throne and erase their debts, the twins are forced to give up the one thing they never wanted but can no longer live without.

Eliara is offered as a bride.

Rejected by her mates.

Married to their enemy.

Bound to a man who wants her power and her heart.

Now the alphas must chase the omega they broke.

Because losing Eliara won’t just destroy them.

It will bring their pack to its knees.

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

“I want out of this marriage.”

The words were cold… ironic coming from the man who betrayed her five years ago.

But the broken woman he once discarded no longer exists.

She has rebuilt herself from the ashes… stronger, sharper, and untouchable. Now a powerful CEO and a devoted mother, she has no interest in reopening old wounds or letting the past back into her carefully rebuilt life.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

When the man who shattered her heart is suddenly thrown back into her world, buried emotions resurface… along with a secret powerful enough to change everything.

Because the little boy she fiercely protects may be his son.

Just when the past begins clawing its way back, another threat rises.

The woman currently by his side is not the type to walk away quietly. Ruthless, manipulative, and dangerously obsessed, she will stop at nothing to keep the man she claims as hers… even if it means destroying the woman he once lost and tearing apart the life she fought so hard to build.

This time, the stakes are higher.

And walking away may no longer be an option.

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.

I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.

Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.

Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.

Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.

His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."

The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.

All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.

When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."

I laughed.

The dying one had never been my father.

It had always been me.

At twelve, I moved into the Pierce family mansion after my mother’s remarriage and endured endless bullying from my stepbrother Logan. First, he branded me a parasite, blamed my mother for his family’s breakdown, and pushed me down the stairs, coldly watching me bleed. Second, he spilled red wine on my dress at a family dinner to humiliate me publicly. He then banished my belongings to the attic to degrade me. Worst of all, he shoved me into the pool at a party and left me drowning helplessly. When I was at my breaking point, Logan’s best friend Noah showed me unexpected kindness, and Logan’s bullying abruptly stopped. I naively thought he was my only savior.
It turned out to be a ruthless trap. All of Noah’s warmth was fake. He pretended to love me, tricked me into intimacy, and secretly recorded private videos, conspiring with Logan to ruin my life. To protect her social reputation and interests, even my own mother abandoned and sacrificed me. Disillusioned by everyone’s cruelty, I cut off all ties with my painful past, took a top-secret overseas job, and vanished from this place forever.

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.

Two years ago, my best friend Maddie knelt in front of me, crying as she borrowed $50,000.
The very next day, she vanished off the face of the earth. No explanation, no apology, not even a single text message.
I was left carrying her toxic debt. I lost my fiancé, and I lost my ability to trust anyone.
Until one late night, a call came in from an unknown number originating in an abandoned mining district in West Virginia.
On the other end of the line, Maddie said she was getting married. She had the money ready—every last cent.
The wedding venue was a ruined church deep in the mountains, abandoned for a decade. The time: Friday, midnight.

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?

"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth."
Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don't regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you.."
"Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell."
His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..."
"But it's too late," she snapped. "I'm not the helpless girl you left behind. I've come back for what's mine."
Max's voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I'm part of what's yours?"
Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll destroy you the way you destroyed me."


Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Maximilian made Eva go through hell.
Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she's rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed. Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell. Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes and isn't ready to let her go. Will Eva choose love or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?

My Husband Cheated on Me with His Cousin, So I Married His Boss.

Kalyssa always believed her marriage could survive anything. She trusted James until he started slipping away. Late-night calls. Locked doors. Half-truths dressed up as excuses.
When she finally follows him, she discovers the kind of betrayal that breaks something inside you forever…her husband in the arms of his cousin, Melissa. What should have ended in tears turns into something far worse. In one night, Kalyssa loses her company, her home, and nearly her life.
But someone saves her. A man she doesn’t know, or couldn’t remember. He’s powerful. Controlled. Dangerous in ways that make her pulse quicken. And he isn’t a man who lets go of what he wants.
As Kalyssa rebuilds her life, her husband and his cousin suddenly want her back.
How was she going to get back what he stole from her? What would she do when the man who saved her proposes a contract marriage?

WARNING!! MATURED CONTENT!!

The heart craves for whatever it wants, Good or bad—

Tiffany had a long time secret Crush on her uncle, who looked more manly and handsome than all the guys she met.

She vows to make him her man, hook or crook. Opportunity presents itself, as her parents suddenly had an urgent business outside the country, and had to travel, leaving her in her uncle's house, for a month.

Things get intense, as her uncle turns out to enjoy her advances towards him, but can't let things go further, because of their relationship.

Will Tiffany be able to finally conquer him or will their relationship be a barrier??

And other Erotica collections.

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?

For Alejandro, a powerful CEO—rich, handsome, a shameless womanizer, and used to getting his way—it came as a shock that his new secretary refused to sleep with him when every other woman had fallen at his feet.

Maybe that was why none of them lasted more than two weeks. He got bored of them fast. But Valeria said no, and that only made him chase her harder, coming up with different strategies to get what he wanted—without giving up his fun with other women.

Without realizing it, Valeria became his right-hand woman, and he needed her for everything, like he couldn’t even breathe without her. Even so, he didn’t admit he loved her until she hit her limit and walked away.

【This story contains explicit adult (R18) content and BDSM elements. It is strictly for mature readers.】
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After my family went bankrupt, I was handed over to the mob boss Nathaniel to be his lover. He chained my neck and made me kneel naked by the bed.
"Be a good little canary for me."
Little did I know, my ex-boyfriend was Nathaniel's niece's fiancé, and his nephew had a habit of stealing Nathaniel's favorite women. 
I was forced into affairs with several men until Nathaniel found out. He yanked my hair and thrust into me forcefully. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"
A gunshot rang out, glass shattered, and several men burst into the room. "Nathaniel, you can't keep her all to yourself!"
In this dangerous game of cat and mouse, I became stronger. This time, I would make them kneel at my feet, one by one.
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Nathaniel's fingers were already coated in slickness as they pumped in and out. Victoria writhed in discomfort. "Not enough... need something... bigger..."
A wicked gleam flashed in Nathaniel's eyes as he reached behind his back and pulled out a small handgun, pressing it against her wet entrance, slowly pushing it in.
"Ah! Mr. Cross, it hurts, I'm gonna break..."

Tara was married to a scheming husband who is a wolf. She is unaware of her husband's identity. He hates her for being an ordinary woman
On their second anniversary, he sold her to Gaston for a one-night stand. She had sex with Gaston thinking it was Chad. Something changed in her and started demanding sex from her husband because of the way Gaston handled her.
She got pregnant and her husband hated her more and threw abusive words at her and started showing off her girlfriend who is her mate.

Meet Kamila Wilsons, a woman who left her wealthy family and expensive lifestyle, hid her identity just to marry the one man that she loves. A
man whom her family had warned her not to chase if she doesn’t want to be heartbroken. Turning a deaf ear towards her family, Kamila married with Arnoldo Morrison.

Arnoldo was against the marriage due to the fact that he never had feelings for Kamila. However, the both of them got together because of the Matriarch of the Morrison family, Grandma Megan.

A marriage was supposed to be a sweet journey for a woman who had just been accepted by her in laws but Kamila’s was the opposite. Being treated as a servant wasn't one of the roles of a married woman. Her in laws all treated her like dirt. Her husband continuously cheated on her with his lover, Iraida Evans whom his grandmother had always looked down on.

After witnessing her husband having sexual intercourse with his lover in their matrimonial bed, Kamila couldn't take the torture anymore. She has reached her limit of endurance. She couldn't let her heart to be continuously played with as if it was some toy.

Kamila reached out for the divorce papers, signed her name and left the Morrison mansion with a promise that she would come back and make them loose everything they had ever worked hard for love? She has three elder brothers who dote on her.

Kamila went back to her family and started her plot against her ex in laws until she met Ethan, her childhood friend whom she had bumped into years ago

Freya Ashford's biggest regret in life wasn't marrying me, but that she never truly looked at me. We were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams; she was researching immortality, and I was researching how to win her love—"It is an eternal power, and an eternal pain." This riddle led us down different paths. On the day of the prom, in front of the entire school, she pointed her finger at me and said, "You can't prove your love for me at all." But she didn't know that she would lose miserably.

In the third year of my marriage to Damian Spencer, I accidentally scratched his first love.
For that insignificant little scratch, on the evening of my birthday, he personally brought his bodyguards and cornered me in a damp, cold alley.
Without flinching, he had them crush my right hand—the one that held my bow—bone by bone.
He looked down at me coldly as I slumped in the mud, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Just be a good Mrs. Spencer. You don't need this anymore."
Yet later, this same man caged me in his arms like someone possessed, begging again and again—pleading with me not to forget what we'd been.
But all that met him was my empty gaze—hollow, confused, as if he were no one to me.

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 I get diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, I can finally stop selling plasma.

For five years, I thought I was paying for the fire that killed my parents and son, left my brother disabled. Selling plasma, joining drug trials, doing the worst jobs imaginable, all to pay back a debt that wasn't even real.

The doctor says I have a few weeks left. I clutch the diagnosis report and head home to tell them.

The moment I push open the door, I see my parents in the kitchen, the ones who supposedly died in the fire. My brother, who was supposed to be in a wheelchair, stands there raising a glass, laughing with my husband.

My brother shrugs like it's nothing. "The broken leg was fake the whole time. You were the only one hurt in the fire. We just wanted to teach you a lesson, make you appreciate things."

"We were going to tell you eventually." My husband pats my shoulder. "Go apologize to Vanessa. Stop giving her a hard time."

"All the money you gave us went to Vanessa," Dad says. "That's what you get for throwing your bio-daughter status in her face."

I touch the diagnosis in my pocket. Everything was a lie. The only truth is that I'm dying.

Six years of marriage, and I thought that if I tried hard enough, she would see me someday.
Yet she never gave me a hug, never called our son "sweetheart" once, and couldn't even stand him calling her "Mom."
She said I was calculating, that I was shameless.
I laughed. So, in her eyes, my love was a scam from the very beginning.
So, I signed the divorce papers and left town with our son.
I thought it was all over.
But then she said,
"I'm not leaving you."

I had been married for seven years, thinking I had the perfect family.

Until Christmas Eve, when I saw a delivery order for apartment 702. The note read: severe mango allergy.

My husband's allergy. The one that could kill him.

I flew downstairs and pounded on the door.

My husband opened it. The same man who was supposed to be "out of town on business."

A pregnant woman appeared behind him.

And my six-year-old son stood behind her, glaring at me with cold eyes:

"Make her leave, Mom. She's crazy."

My world shattered.