1295 Book(s) Related to Lakeview: Falling for Brie

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

“If the butler stares at you too long, I’ll pluck his eyes out.”
“If the chauffeur smiles at you sweetly, he’ll soon have no face.”
“If any man lays a hand on you, I swear, I’ll cut them into tiny pieces.”

Caligo has made these threats more times than I can count—threats I always brushed off as dramatic and a little unhinged.
Until the day a designer complimented my post-partum body while measuring me…
And Caligo knocked out every single one of his teeth.

That was the day I stopped pretending. Caligo wasn’t just crazy, he was fucking deadly and I was his broken little weapon.


Rosemary Mercer found herself in a trafficking organization, disguised as a convent after a misfortunate incident. She has since then learned to accept her fate until he came without permission…

Caligo Knox Sterling, bastard-born son of a powerful werewolf dynasty who clawed his way to the top to become Alpha despite the jeers, the cruelty, and all the shame.
He was never enough for his pack. Never good enough next to his perfect little half-brother.

So when Caligo discovered the whereabouts of his brother’s fated mate, he did the unthinkable:
He bought her and declared her his; a breeder, a weapon… his payback.

Now, stuck between two dangerous brothers:
One who neglected her.
One who owns her.

Rose must survive a house full of terrible secrets, a family twisted by power, and a love triangle that was never meant to exist.

But when her heart begins to betray her, when the mate bond starts to get to her, Rose has to ask herself:

Is she falling for the wrong brother… or the worst one?

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger.
Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order.
I hated the way he spoke to me.
I hated the way he watched me more.
But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect.
The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple.
Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending.
At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t.
At dinner, he whispered against my ear,
“If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.”
I should have slapped him.
Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe.
He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured,
“Open for me.”
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“I want you shaking for me, not for him.”
Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred.
Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made.
My ex wanted me broken.
Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him.
And the worst part was how easily I let him.
Santa didn’t bring me a miracle.
He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

" When I met Timothy Adams, he had nothing but a guitar. "

I was rich... He was poor...

I was plain... He was beautiful...

I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark...

Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and rich, snobby classmates never did: like I mattered...

I never saw it coming...

When Timothy moved in with us to work with my dad and attend Oakwood prep, he seduced my enemies and claimed their crown...

He betrayed my friendship and crushed my heart to become their rebel prince...

They can keep him...

I'll never forgive the boy I used to ache for...

But some nights...

He makes me want to.

Clara's life takes an unimaginably drastic turn when she wakes up next to Billionaire Derek Montenegro.


Clara is a maid at one of New York's most renowned hotels. She works two jobs to make ends meet and to protect her family from the debt her father's drinking left behind.
What occurs when she meets Derek Montenegro, the heir to the largest hotel chain in the nation, a real ladies' guy, and also her boss?
What transpires when her ex-boyfriend unexpectedly walks in and knocks him out? She spends the entire night taking care of him in an effort to keep her job.
But something seems off. Not only is she half nude next to him when he wakes up with a searing headache, but he has no memory of the previous night. He dismisses her from her work because he views her as a floozy who is just interested in his money.
What transpires when they cross paths again two weeks later and she blurts out, "I'm pregnant."
Not to mention, she could have a chance of falling in love—this might lead to a lot of unexpected complications.
Can genuine love really last in the midst of so many lies?

“Are you here to save me?” I asked bitterly, thinking of the look in my father’s eyes as he tried to wring the life out of me. “Or are you just here to bring me gifts and false hope?”
The stranger didn’t answer, but I could feel his presence as he approached. Still, I didn’t turn to face him, even when I felt a warm, gentle hand squeeze my shoulder.
Abused. Neglected. Caged.
That’s how Princess Ember, the daughter of the Alpha King of Allusia, has spent her young life. Sold like chattel to another Alpha in exchange for the promise of warriors for her father against an uprising, Ember’s life feels like it might be over.
But a stranger comes to her in the night, her only refuge from the daily attacks from her father. Will he be her savior? Or will she just find herself in another gilded cage?
An Alpha for the Stolen Princess is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Tessa, a half-blood born of a human and a werewolf, is a bastard who will never gain acceptance. Her mother, her father’s human fated mate, never received the title of wife. Instead, she fell seriously ill and was imprisoned by Tessa’s father. Tessa has always been nothing more than a servant in the family, oppressed by her father, stepmother, and stepsister. But she endures it all to save her birth mother's life. That is, until Eva’s fiancé— the powerful Alpha Leo— is gravely injured and blinded in a conspiracy. Now, Tessa must obey Eva's orders and bear Leo’s child to secure an heir... What no one knows is that Tessa is a gifted healer.

At her engagement party, her fiancé had betrayed her.She announced she wanted to take revenge on her fiancé.


A man's icy lips covered hers as he devoured her, giving her temporary respite from the heat. She reached out and flung her arms around his neck, sucking his lips greedily.

Loud moans and pants soon resounded around the room. Their shadows on the wall opposite overlapped with a burning passion.

As the light was dim, Charlotte couldn't see the man's face clearly. The only thing that occurred to her was how beastly he was in bed. He savagely took her until dawn.

Isolde was on the run after committing an unforgivable crime in her brothel. She flees for her life but finds herself trapped in the devil’s lair, a domain owned by the cursed rogue lycan lord, Draco.

This cruel fate was the beginning of her torture as Isolde was captured and chosen as Draco’s Breeder.

Being chosen as a breeder for the dark lord was a sentence, especially for a savage male who had murdered nine of his Lunas. Now she faced the same fate as his previous Lunas.

Isolde must do all she can to stay alive and save her sister from the Dark lord.

She strives and learns to navigate a world dominated by ferocious and savage males who want nothing but to exterminate her. In the process, she learns a deep, lost secret that changes her life forever.

Will Isolde flee or stay now that Draco’s secrets and the key to his survival lie in the palm of her hands? What happens when the demons from her past come back to haunt her?

Content Warning.
This book gets darker the further the story unfolds. So be prepared for the MM scenes, knife play and a lot more others.

"You do realize we're getting married this Friday, right?"
"It's just a contract. No feelings. No strings."
"Then why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Sienna Madsen had always played by the rules. Until life left her no choice.
With her beloved mother gone, hospital bills piling up, and rent soaring beyond reach, Sienna is desperate. Her best friend has a wild solution: marry a brooding Canadian hockey player who needs a green card. One year of fake marriage, a free apartment, and no strings attached—what could go wrong?
Enter Matt Gruber. Grumpy. Gorgeous. Guarded. He's the last person Sienna expects to share a roof with, let alone a bathroom. But what begins as a paper arrangement quickly sparks forbidden chemistry neither can deny. He cooks. She tempts. And the boundaries between pretend and passion blur dangerously fast.
Sienna promised herself she wouldn't fall. But when the season ends and the divorce papers are signed, can she really walk away from the only man who's ever made her feel at home?

"Little woman, seems like fate doesn't want you alive. Blame yourself for forcing yourself on a man who clearly doesn't love you!!" The man spat the words with disdain.
Olivia felt the cold rush of air as she was shoved off the bridge, the assassin's face betraying no emotion except for a chilling smirk that never touched the depths of his icy green eyes.
…
Olivia's best friend, Harlow, pretends to have an affair with Olivia's husband, Chester. Harlow plans to kill Olivia and throws her body off a bridge, but Olivia is saved and undergoes plastic surgery. Five years later, Olivia and her triplets return to New York City to seek revenge.

"Miss Emily Collombo is three weeks pregnant with your child, Mr. Ferrari."
How could such a mistake happen?
His sperm had been inseminated into the wrong woman. Not just any woman, but Emily Collombo, the very woman engaged to marry his sworn enemy, Marco Russo.
Emily Collombo never had a choice. As the illegitimate daughter of the Collombo Family, she existed only as a bargaining chip, raised to serve the family's interests and forced into marriage with Marco Russo, the heir to one of Italy's most powerful mafia clans.
Her future had already been decided until a devastating error at the hospital shattered everything. A case of medical negligence turned her life upside down.
Now, Emily is carrying the child of Dante Ferrari, the feared Don of the Ferrari Mafia Clan.
The Ferraris are not merely powerful. They rule the underworld with absolute authority, known for their ruthlessness and feared by all who cross their path.

"Kiera Scott is a 21 years old single lady, she Lives alone since she graduated from high school. Sometimes her friends come around to visit her. Luckily enough for her, she's the only daughter of her family and very pampered. She's pretty... The perfect definition of beauty can be told alone by looking at her. She's loved by everyone in her neighborhood, works in a very good company and paying one loved by her colleagues. But! The only problem is her Boss.

He's Tibby Wilf. He is a sex freak, crazy, mean, extra arrogant. He hates being corrected. But Kiera keeps crushing on him.

He was a sex addict. He'd always scold her when she's wrong and not...till she got used to it.

Now she accidentally found him in the shower.

"you!!" he called as she turned back shocked to see her boss half naked.

"argh!" she screamed and shut her eyes closed

"what you doing here?"" she asked

"I should ask you that!" he fired back as she opened her eyes

'gosh...so hot' she gasped in her thoughts

"I'm hiding... please" she whispered as she walked closer to him

"hey... stay back" he hurriedly said as she staggered back

"argh!" she screamed as he pushed her back but unfortunately... his towels fell off his waist."

"You're pregnant.". Her words dropped like a bomb.

"What?" I asked, perplexed. "H-how is this even possible?"

Suddenly, memories from that night came pouring into my head like a fountain; My skin shuttered as it remembered his touch. My ears rang as it recalled his groans and my cries of pleasure from that night. My lips quivered as it remembered the passionate kisses he planted on them. We had made love!
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After walking in on her boyfriend cheating on her, a hurt Mélie Shapman gets drunk and ends up having a one-night stand with a stranger which results in pregnancy. She decides to keep the baby and raise her as a single mom. Five years later, her daughter disappears from her school and an unknown number informs Mélie of her daughter's whereabouts. She arrives at the location and finds Darcy, her daughter, with a man who claims to be the father of her child. He turns out to be indeed the father of her daughter. But that is not the only thing that he is. He is Damien Jaeger, a filthy rich multi-billionaire and the most handsome man in existence! His next move shocks her beyond her imagination, "Let's get married."

Mélie agrees to marry Damien. But why would Damien Jaeger walk into her life so suddenly and ask to get married?
Does he have an ulterior motive or is he just desperate to have a family?

In a world of lies, secrets, betrayal and vengeance. Mélie will soon find the answers we're looking for. But will she be able to handle the heat of her flaming life with Damien Jaeger or will she let it consume her and burn her to a crisp?

And what about you? Can you handle it?

Emily Johnson POV

My third pregnancy, and I gave birth to another stillborn child.

I struggled to get up, wanting to see my baby one last time, but instead I saw my husband James Smith carrying an infant into his adopted sister's hospital room.

I instinctively followed and heard Xanthe Smith's weak voice:

"James, thank you for being willing to give me Emily's child, for giving me a chance to be a mother."

My child?

Wasn't my child born dead?

My mind went blank, and the blood in my body felt like it had instantly frozen into ice.

"This is what we owe you."

James's voice was full of sympathy:

"If Emily hadn't been so petty back then and insisted on marrying you off, you wouldn't have ended up with that terrible man who tortured you until they had to remove your uterus."

"But what about Emily... What if she finds out and tries to take the baby back?"

"She won't find out."

James's voice turned cold:

"The first two children - didn't she believe they were stillborn too? Everyone in Emerald City knows that Emily only gives birth to dead babies. Even if she makes a fuss, who would believe her?"

"Besides, they're just kids. She's still young, she can have more. She won't care..."

King Lorenzo spent fifteen years dreaming of one thing.

Revenge.

After watching his family slaughtered, his country stolen, and his people enslaved, he escaped with one promise burning in his heart: one day, he would make the monster who destroyed his life pay for every drop of blood that had been spilled.

And he did. Lorenzo murdered the devil and reclaimed the throne.

Only one person remained.

Princess Daisy.

The spoiled, untouchable daughter of the man who ruined everything.

Now stripped of her crown and held captive inside the very palace that once belonged to Lorenzo’s family, Daisy becomes the living reminder of a past he can’t forget. Every scar on his body carries her father’s name. Every nightmare ends with the same vow:
She will pay.

But revenge isn’t as simple as he imagined.

The more Lorenzo tries to break the princess, the more he begins to see the frightened woman hiding beneath the crown she never asked to wear. And Daisy soon realizes the ruthless king holding her captive isn’t the monster she was raised to believe he was.

In a kingdom built on blood, hatred is easy.
Falling for the enemy is the real danger.

He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither of them is prepared for what happens when hate turns into obsession.

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.

She’s innocent and untouched.

He’s a dominant control freak.

Their worlds are totally different, but they both have one thing in common, a trauma neither wishes to revisit.

She knows he’s everything her family has been running from, but he can’t get enough of her.

The more she runs, the more she realizes he’s a constant in her life she can’t escape.

For a man with scars running as deep as his own, Russel Mancini knows his tempting angel can either be his salvation or another heartache to ruin him, forever this time.

Renee thought marriage meant forever. But to Clark, she was nothing more than a burden… a mistake he planned to erase. The night of the fire, he made his choice: to leave her behind, to let the flames consume her, and to start over without the wife he once vowed to love for a mistress he once introduced as “Just a Friend”.
But fate had other plans.
Pulled from the ashes by Andrew Kinsley… the man who’d always loved her in silence…Renee was given a second chance at life. Now stronger, sharper, and no longer blinded by love, she returns not as Clark’s wife, but as his nightmare.
With Andrew at her side, Renee is ready to dismantle everything Clark treasures… his career, his reputation, his family… piece by piece.
Because some betrayals don’t deserve forgiveness. They deserve fire.

Tobias Slate was an ex-military—framed, hunted, and now reborn as the silent enforcer for a mafia family.

His new assignment? Dalla Mulvaney, the reckless heir who drinks, fights, and breaks every rule just to prove he’s unfit to lead.

But Tobias has one order, put him in shape to wear the crown, or eliminate him if he becomes too dangerous.

What begins as surveillance becomes obsession. What starts as hatred ignites into something raw and dangerous behind closed doors.

But in their world, the walls are always listening.

When a single act of betrayal destroys everything they’ve built, Tobias is ripped away and Dalla is forced to become the monster he never wanted to be.

Now the only question left is whether the man who was ordered to kill him… will pull the trigger when the time comes.

“I never forgave you, Hayley. You are horribly mistaken if you think showing up on another man’s arm erases your sins.
Keep running and I’ll keep chasing. You are my wife. You belong to me.”

I cannot help the derisive smirk that curves my lips.
“Nice speech, Mr. Hotshot. Was that supposed to scare me? Do well to remember your place. The Hayley who begged at your feet is dead.
If you want me back, you will learn to beg. Preferably on your knees…”


For six years, Hayley sacrificed her life and career as an international programmer to play the role of “perfect little wife” for Edward DaSilva and his family.

And what did she get in return? An emotionally unavailable husband, in-laws who treated her like filth… and a dead son.

To make things worse, Edward is hell bent on punishing her for the death of their only son.

With a heart heavy with grief, Hayley flees Manhattan. Three years later, she returns as the City’s most brilliant hacker — unbreakable, desired, and standing beside another man.

But Edward Da Silva never forgot about his wife. He wants her back, and this time, he’s not asking. He’s chasing.

They call him the King of the Upper East Side. And this king would fight to the death to keep his queen.

My biological parents and my fiancé shove me into a sterile room for a forced drug trial. The chemicals completely destroy my cranial nerves.

They lie about my adopted sister Mia having a terminal illness, using my college admission and trust fund as leverage to make me sacrifice myself.

I used to put my life on the line for Liam, staying up all night to finish his homework, draining everything I had to please my family.

But they are putting on an act from the very beginning. Mia isn't sick. The drug trial is just a front for money laundering.

Stripped of all love, hate, and empathy, I am left with only cold logic after enduring imprisonment, beatings, and endless injections.

Afterward, Liam falls to his knees, sobbing and begging to get back together. I dodge his touch with a blank face.

"Don't come near me. The smell of you makes me physically sick."

I took a submachine gun bullet for Mafia Don Vincenzo Lombardi. I drank poisoned wine for him and bore his heir. To the the entire syndicate, I was his loyal cleaner and lucky talisman.
But the moment he seized ultimate power, he brought her home—my "pure and fragile" adopted sister, Vanessa.
For her, Vincenzo shattered my knees, handed over my title as Donna, and turned my own son against me. He dismissed my broken heart, claiming I was being petty and that she was merely "joining the family."
Yet, the innocent Vanessa was a monster in disguise. She ruthlessly slit her own mother’s throat—the woman who raised me—and locked me in a sub-zero freezer.
When Vincenzo finally pried the heavy iron door open, there was no pity in his eyes. He only offered a cold command: crawl and beg his pregnant new Donna for forgiveness.
Wiping the bloody ice crystals from my lips, I looked at the man I had loved with my life, and rasped my final words: "Vincenzo... I'm dying."

I married my abuser by choice.
To everyone’s confusion, I stay by his side silently, tolerating his endless humiliation and public degradation in front of tens of thousands of livestream viewers. I never cry, never resist, always flawless and docile.
No one notices I’ve kept a perfect physical form, hiding a terrible secret beneath my makeup.
When a strange superchat tears through the live stream and reveals my true identity, my husband is terrified yet obsessed with viral fame. He plans to test my truth tonight.
The meek wife act is over. My quiet, deadly revenge is finally coming true.

I drank myself into a stomach perforation, all to secure investment for Mu Jingshen's company.

As I was wheeled into the emergency room, blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I heard a doctor shouting: "Where's the next of kin? We need a signature for surgery, now!"

My hands shaking violently, I dialed Mu Jingshen's number.
His contact was saved under "A Hubby", pinned to the very top of my contact list, just so I'd never miss a single call from him.

The call connected, and I forced out every last bit of my strength to speak, my voice weak and trembling:
"Jingshen, I need emergency surgery. Can you come sign the consent forms for me, please..."

But it wasn't his voice that came through the line. It was Shen Wanrong's, sweet and cloying: "Jiejie, Jingshen's busy giving Huanhuan a bath right now."

The sound of running water stopped.
I heard him ask who was on the phone.

Shen Wanrong spoke in a hurt, plaintive whine: "It's Jiejie... Jingshen, do you want to take the call? What if it's an emergency?"

But he just said, his voice flat and dismissive: "Ignore her. Nothing could ever be more important than being here for Huanhuan's birthday."

Huanhuan was Shen Wanrong's pet dog.

My husband locked our fouryearold son in a 20°C wine cellar for his mistress. Our boy froze to death.
Lawyers silenced me. I was cast aside.
Three years later, I returned.
At a glittering New York gala, I tore apart every lie Liam and Mia had built. Liam begged for my forgiveness—but I had a solid anchor by my side, and I would never forgive him.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

[The heroine offers no forgiveness and looks back never， and is spoiled rotten by a powerful tycoon.]

For three years of marriage, everyone in the city knew that Henry Tudor deeply loved his wife — — Gloria Seymour

But on that day, Henry said, "Gloria's health is poor. If we really want a child, finding someone else to bear one is fine too."

He didn't know that Gloria was standing just outside the private room, clutching a pregnancy test report that had just confirmed she was expecting.

She had fought for his power, accompanied him to countless social events, and endured ovulation injections until her body was swollen and bruised—

all because they were both waiting for the fruit of their love.

Yet, in return Henry cheated on her with her own best friend.

Gloria caressed the new life taking shape within her womb.

In the darkness, she dialed a number that had been untouched for three years:

"Arrange a car accident for me. I want him to lose the one he loves most at the very moment he feels happiest."

Later, Henry Tudor collapsed into madness, clutching her "remains" in despair.

However, at a charity gala, he saw his "deceased" wife.

Dressed in a striking red gown, she was being carefully protected in the arms of another man.

"You blackmail me, you kiss me, and now you want to date me?"
He raised a brow. "Fake date, of course. You think I am interested in you?"
I let out a deep sigh. "I wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't kissed me in front of everyone."
He shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't have if you weren't obsessing over your brother."
The silence between us stretched for a long while, both of us staring at the other.
Finally, I whispered, "You're a jerk."
"Yeah," He said, smiling. "But I'm your jerk now."
Hazel Pierce has always lived in the shadows, nerdy, invisible, and secretly crushing on the one guy she should never have fallen for: her stepbrother, Trey.
When her secret is nearly exposed on campus, her enemy and the team's resident bad boy, Jaxon Carter comes to her rescue but not without a prize.
He makes her an offer to fake date him to kill the gossip in exchange to improve his grades. He's cocky, reckless, and dangerously charming. And worst of all he knows how to make her heart race
.
What starts as a simple deal quickly spirals out of control. They promised no feelings, but what happens when their truth is bigger than the rules?
With rivals closing in, bigger secrets and Hazel's true identity revealed. She must decide if loving him is worth the risk as she reclaims her true voice and identity.

He was a genius. He read through an entire library in six months.

He thought he had it all — a good family, a bright future, and a life everyone believed would lead to greatness. He believed it too. Until everything was stripped away from him.

His entire family was killed in a single day, yet powerful figures quickly ruled it a suicide. The public slandered their name, and he was left alone to bear the weight of the shame.

And then came the bullying. The whispers, and the cruel stares. Until he could not take it anymore.
So, he disappeared without a trace.

Ten years later, he is back. No longer the brilliant, innocent boy they once knew, but a man sharpened by pain, silence, and vengeance.

And he will do anything tho destroy everyone who ruined him.

Teddy Fox doesn’t do feelings. He does contracts. Numbers. Leverage. The cold-blooded kind of business his old-money parents raised him for. But when they arrange his marriage to Mabel Harrigan… the most dangerous heiress in New York… Teddy knows it’s not tradition. It’s a corporate trap with a diamond ring.
His solution? Scandal.
He offers his secretary, Jill Matteo, a deal: pretend to be his lover in public until the Harrigans are shamed into walking away. Paparazzi photos. Gala appearances. Tabloid headlines. The payout will erase her family’s debts for good.
For Jill, it’s just business… until it isn’t. The fake touches start to feel real. The banter turns intimate. And every time Teddy’s hand finds her waist in front of a camera, it gets harder to remember this is a game.
But Teddy’s enemies aren’t just watching. They’re circling. And Mabel plays dirtier than anyone Jill’s ever met. Lies become weapons. Family secrets turn toxic. And the deeper Jill falls, the more she realizes: she isn’t just a pawn in Teddy’s war. She’s the one piece no one saw coming… and the ne everyone wants to break.

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

Vincent Hastings, the ruthless Billionaire and the most fearful Mafia King in New York. He is the boss, he can get everything that he wants whether he does it with bare hands or by force. Just like how he forced Sophie Laurens, youngest daughter of Albert Laurens, one of the richest man in New York who had an agreement with Vincent to have one of his daughter marry him. He willingly offered his youngest one, not minding what the consequences are, not minding what Sophie's future might look like.

“How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?” —————— I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

"You're so cheap. And you don't even have a basic sense of shame."
"I am not cheap at all. You are my first man. But for her, you aren't."
He cupped my neck with his hand directly and asked word by word, "What did you say?"
I reached out and pinched his waist gently with my fingers, pretending to be cynical. Then I added, "And I'm clean. I don't have any other man but you. You can enjoy me as much as you want."


Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Married for three years, she had never once laid eyes on her husband, Matilda Beaufort, yet she was bound by a heir-bearing contract for the sake of her family.

Desperate to reclaim her late mother’s keepsakes, she took a risky gamble. She set her sights on a drunken Thomas Stewart at an exclusive club and spent a passionate night with him.

She thought it was nothing more than a one-night deal, little knowing the man had already etched her into his heart forever.

She later crossed paths with him as his business partner, under the alias Annie.

Never did he expect the bold, provocative woman who kept challenging him to be his very own wife.

A divorce agreement lay on the table—until an unexpected pregnancy turned everything upside down.

What began as a calculated arrangement…

Who was the first to fall hopelessly in love?

I’m Olivia. My dad sold me to the wealthy Howard family for money—my groom didn’t even show up at our wedding; all I got was a phone call.
Then I was drugged and ended up sleeping with a stranger… who turned out to be Matthew Howard, my “ugly, impotent” husband!
Now I’m fighting back against my terrible family and the Howards’ arrogance.
Curious how this messy marriage unfolds?

"You should be scared," I whispered, brushing my fingertips along her spine, slow and teasing, then down over the swell of her ass. My palm lingered, gripping one cheek possessively. "Because you've just given yourself to the devil."

I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear.

“And the devil? He doesn’t believe in mercy."
....

I should have known better than to sign his contract.

My new husband was never meant to be real. He was supposed to be a name on paper, a shield against the vultures circling my late husband's empire. An arrangement with an expiration date.

But Killian Cross doesn't let go.

He's ruthless, obsessive, and dangerously possessive. The kind of man who doesn't just own his empire. He owns everything in his grasp. And now, that includes me.

I thought I could play his game and walk away unscathed.

I was wrong.

Because my contract husband has made one thing clear. I belong to him now.

But what happens when the shadows surrounding him become my prison? What if love isn’t enough for the hell awaiting us? Will I be able to save him when he needs me? Or will we both drown in the raging tempest?

I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world.
My husband was handsome and seemed to love me deeply. His gentle and attentive nature made my family and me believe that he was the best husband in the world.
However, everything changed when a woman from his past appeared and uncovered the truth about their history, revealing the real reason he married me.
It turned out that I had been deceived. All his affection and care were nothing but an act. Our marriage existed solely as a way for him to take revenge for the pain caused by his younger sibling.
Could I still bring myself to hold on to this marriage, when my heart was already filled with disappointment?
This was never the marriage of my dreams.

"You're bleeding, little mouse," Ethan Sinclair’s voice was low, dangerous, and utterly captivating.

One moment, I was about to lose everything—my father’s gallery, his legacy, my life—the next, I was cornered by Melbourne’s most ruthless billionaire. "I need a wife to secure my inheritance. You need money. It’s a contract, nothing more."

He offered me salvation wrapped in a cold, heartless deal. No love. No touching. Just a signature.

But standing in his office, signing away my freedom to the ruthless billionaire, I realized I wasn't just selling a year of my life. I was walking into the lion's den.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair," he whispered, his eyes stripping me bare. "Now, play your part."

When billionaire heiress Aerith Sena wakes after three years in a coma, everything has changed.

Friends have become enemies.

Family members want her inheritance.

Powerful forces are moving against her company.

Only one person remains by her side.

Her husband.

A man no one respects.

A man no one understands.

A man whose name alone can make the underworld tremble.

As secrets unfold, Aerith discovers that while she was sleeping, someone was fighting a war for her.

And he never lost a single battle.

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him.
But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution?
A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple.
He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger.
The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal.
And surviving him might cost her everything.


"You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them.
Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world.
His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact.
"Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls.
"Wh–"
He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.

"This is insane," l mutter to myself, "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? God, it's sick."
Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does my father expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?
He is unbelievable. No- ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?


Miles wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him.
But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family.
He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear.
What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful- soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress.
Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right?

"We need to talk."
"Excuse me."
I stood up taking my small purse containing the documents earlier and was about standing up when his voice stopped me.
"A month." He said, still locking his gaze on my face.
I raised a puzzled eyebrow before sitting back down.
"Be my wife for a month and consider all your problems solved."


She was dumped
He needed a bride
Elena was to be married to the only person she loved so much, her sweetheart, her heartthrob, Pete.
But her so-perfect fairytale wedding turned out to be a nightmare after being betrayed by her heartthrob
On the other hand, Alex is the only grandson of the famous billionaire family and is left with two choices: lose his inheritance or get married.
In order not to lose his inheritance, he planned on marrying a beautiful, famous model, Catherine, but accidentally, Elena signed the marriage certificate.
Will Elena accept the truth?
Will they move past their insecurities, surpass all their hurdles, and end up together, or will they let their insecurities become a shadow of themselves?
Please don't skip this exciting story as we both embark on this exciting love story.

Annabel never imagined her life would be traded for a contract. To save her father from ruin, she signs her name into a marriage with Alexander Knight—the cold, commanding billionaire whose rules leave no room for mistakes.

To the world, she’s his fiancée. To him, she’s a shield. Every boardroom becomes a battlefield, every stolen glance a war of wills. Between late nights, sharp words, and a kiss meant to break her, Annabel finds herself torn between despising the man who controls her life and craving the pieces of him he refuses to show.

But Alexander has secrets buried deeper than his empire. A past that refuses to stay hidden. A rival who wants to destroy him. A betrayal that could ruin them both.

As lies unravel and truth collides with desire, Annabel must decide: is she strong enough to survive Alexander Knight’s world…or will loving him cost her everything?

In the church, the mafia godfather Kane cornered me against the wall, his icy lips pressing against my forehead:
"Remember, you can only be my woman."
I was a nun, yet my alcoholic stepfather had promised me to this dangerous man—
The 34-year-old mafia leader, the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless head of the Moretti family.
He said it was to repay the gambling debt my mother owed, using me as payment.
The wedding was set for next Saturday, and I didn't even have the right to resist.
Over the phone, I desperately questioned him: "How many women have you had? Can you make a list?"
His voice was as cold as ice: "Sonya, before the wedding, if you let another man touch even a finger on you, I'll make you disappear from this world completely."
Fear drove me to lose my mind, and I blurted out: "After being drained by so many female celebrities, will you even last three minutes on Saturday?"
The call was hung up.
That night, I shed my nun's habit, slipped into a black strap mini dress, and walked into the bar.
I had no idea that the roar of a helicopter was approaching, and the man I had enraged was coming to make me pay the price—
"Sonya, I'll make you understand the consequences of defying me."

She signed her freedom away with a trembling hand and a heart full of rage. Two years as Lucien Cross's contracted wife—playing the role of loving spouse while he remained her enemy behind closed doors.
Mara Quinn made a deal with the devil to save her family. He married her to claim his inheritance. Their marriage is a battlefield, their home a cage gilded in wealth she never wanted.
But hate burns hot—and somewhere between the fights and the forced proximity, between the public kisses that mean nothing and the private moments that mean everything, the line between enemies and lovers begins to blur.
She promised herself she'd walk away when the contract expired.
He promised himself he'd never care.
They were both wrong.

"You're beautiful when you're dangerous," he murmured, ice-blue eyes burning into mine as shadows writhed around my feet.
"I don't need another Alpha who thinks he owns me," I snapped, yet stepped closer, drawn by his raw power.
His hand caught my wrist, thumb tracing the silver chain marks Magnus had left. "Who dared mark what's mine?"
Heat pooled low in my stomach at his possessive words. "I'm not yours."
"Your racing pulse says otherwise." His thumb found my heartbeat, and I couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped.
"Let go," I breathed, even as I leaned into his touch.
"Make me." His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. "Tell me you don't want this."
The lie died on my lips as his scent made my head spin with need.


Nephele survived two years as Magnus's captive Luna, believing she was wolfless trash. While enduring his brutality, her blood was secretly harvested by Ophelia—the woman who raised her. When she finally escapes, she learns the truth: she's the last Shadow Wolf princess, stolen as a baby. Now both want their valuable weapon back.
Half-dead in the forest, she's saved by Kaedan—the boy who once gave her an apple, now the ruthless Frost King. She won't trade one prison for another, but his touch sets her on fire and his protection feels dangerously like home.
Can a broken girl trust the king who could destroy her completely?

Julian Dale’s black card is declined for the first time in his life - the same night his ruthless father cuts him off and forces him into a six-month marriage with icy Parisian heiress, Rosemary Laurent, or he loses everything.
Their private deal is simple: two months of public perfection, then four months apart before announcing their split.
But when hate turns into scorching desire and dangerous secrets surface, walking away might cost them far more than their empires - it might cost them each other.