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For years, I believed a rival family had stolen my children. Four of them — two baby boys, then my newborn twins. Every time, my husband wept. He swore revenge. He held me while I screamed myself sick.
Tonight I went down to the basement looking for him. The door was open a crack. He was kissing another woman.
"I threw both incubators off the cliff myself," he laughed. "Didn't even blink."
He killed all four. To clear a path for his mistress's son.
He runs the family now. He thinks grief has broken me — that I'll spend the rest of my life crying in the bed we shared.
He forgot one thing. I'm the old don's daughter. This family was never his.
It's mine.

I have once killed a man.
He was my first love. Everything about him was like a dream come true until my blindness was lifted, and I realised he was my greatest mistake.
Eugene would beat me to a stupor, yet I played the role of a happy wife on the outside. I had lost two pregnancies because of him, but I hoped he would change. He promised to. He would buy me tons of gifts to apologise, yet he always returned to being the beast he was the very next night.
I could tell no one about the unexpected turn my relationship with Eugene had taken because no one would believe me.
Even when I escaped and ran to an old lady for help, he made me look like the villain.
I had lost hope. I was seven months into my third pregnancy when he tore my skin with a blade. I struggled and struggled until I stabbed him mercilessly.
That should have been my happy ending.
I gave birth to my child and started a new life in a new place.
Like a new dawn, my life was finally becoming perfect... until I woke up to see my daughter drowning in the bathtub.
Written on the mirror was a message in blood.
'I'm back.'
Now, he haunts my baby every night, and I wake up covered in bruises as though he abuses me in my sleep.
I reported every incident to the police, but even though there were clues, no one could find him.
However, in my lowest moment, only Detective Dorian stood by me. He was the only one who made me feel safe.
And he promised to help me catch the person behind my misfortunes.

My husband handed me divorce papers at 2 AM—right after he'd had his way with me. Three years of marriage, and he never once believed I was anything but a scheming woman who trapped him. He said he wanted his real love back. I said I wanted our daughter.
He laughed and told me I couldn't afford to raise her alone.
He was right about one thing: I needed money. So I took the only job that could change everything. He showed up at the presentation as the client. When he saw my work, his face went pale. He accused me of plagiarizing a famous designer—the very genius who had saved his company years ago.
He has no idea.
That genius is me.
And he's about to find out exactly who he just let go.

For five years of secret marriage to Sebastian Hawthorne—one of New York's most powerful attorneys—he still refused to let our son Quinn call him "Daddy" in public.
At the firm, I was his on-call senior associate, the invisible workhorse cleaning up his messes and handling his impossible cases. At home, I was the single mother who stopped waiting up for a husband who never came home for dinner.
Everyone knew the new intern, Delilah Vance, was his favorite—a federal judge's daughter, his hand-picked "rising star."
I used to believe that if I worked hard enough, if Quinn behaved perfectly, the heart beneath all that arrogance would eventually soften.
Until that rainy night when he threw his wife of five years and their son out of their own home to comfort Delilah over some fabricated stalker scare.
And while Quinn collapsed in my arms, gasping through a severe allergic reaction, Sebastian was raising champagne with that woman at an impossible-to-book French restaurant, celebrating her win in a pointless mock trial.
Watching my son's pale face and the hope slowly dying in his eyes, five years of one-sided devotion finally reached its verdict.
The case is closed, Sebastian. I'm done.

I barely escaped the Valley of the Dread Dragon, my magic completely drained. A betrothal awaited me in Winterhold. But the moment I arrived, my fiancé Arthur refused to acknowledge who I was. He stood by and watched as his socalled true love Elena stole my wand, scarred my face, and swore to strip me bare and parade me through the streets. He thought he stood above me, blind to exactly whom he was defying — I held his entire family in my power. When my brother Damian arrived, he did not merely rescue me. He gave me the chance to pay back every wound and humiliation I had suffered, one by one.

Ten minutes. That was all the time I had to save my fouryearold son.
Leo hung over sharkinfested open sea, waiting for his father, Mafia Don Dante Moretti.
But Dante never came. He stayed behind to comfort Bianca, the woman he believed had saved his life. He had handed her complete control over the family’s armed forces, cutting off every possible way for me to mount a rescue.
A ghost from the past returned and exposed every buried truth.
Dante crumbled under the weight of his guilt, consumed by regret. He begged for my forgiveness. But by then, my son was all that mattered to me.

Being a taboo makes it all the more exciting...


Three years ago, Joslyn Patel met a man whom her best friend had described as "sex on legs". Three years ago, Gabriel Reid met a woman whose smart mouth he'd hoped was as good at blowing as it was at retorting—it had been way more than he'd imagined, by the way.

Three years ago, sparks were ignited, their intertwined fate was set in stone and they had a night to remember.

Fast forward to two years later, Gabriel now has a girlfriend so he definitely shouldn't be thinking about the woman from that explosive night but he can't help that the memories were now imprinted on his mind... and perhaps another part of him.

Fate would have it that when Gabriel finally meets the best friend his girlfriend wouldn't stop talking about, she happens to be Joslyn, the mystery woman from two years ago. Tension brews between the two but nothing can be done about it.

Skip to the present; Gabriel is now single again and nothing stands between him and finally getting the woman he's spent three years wanting, but what happens when not long after he begins his chase, his divorced mother introduces a man her age as her new fiancé.

What happens when the man turns out to be Joslyn's father?

After all, a taboo relationship makes it all the more hot and exciting.

I’m married to a stranger… and I slept with the wrong billionaire.
My name is Elara Ashford.
I’m the adopted daughter the Ashfords sacrificed to save their precious biological child.
Four years ago, the family faced ruin, on the edge of bankruptcy.
A mysterious benefactor stepped in—saving them in exchange for a contract marriage with me.
Rumors said he was hideously ugly, reclusive, too ashamed to show his face.
For four years, he never asked to meet.
I grieved the baby I lost, painted in silence, and waited for our deal to end.
Now, the final year is here.
My unknown husband demands we meet face-to-face.
But things happened earlier than expected? I crash into him at the Serpentine Gallery, paint splattering his Tom Ford suit.
He flips open my sketchbook… and freezes.
That drawing? One I had made in grief for my son, who I had lost — and yet it was identical to his son, Cassian.
The man whose child I drew from grief.
And he is my mysterious contract husband.

One trial contract. One impossible boxer. One rule: never fall for an Alpha you manage.

Olivia Hayes came to Titan Athletics for one reason—to earn enough money to cover her father’s medical bills and drag her brother out of underground fights.

To keep the job, she must survive Jace Foster, the volatile boxer who has already driven away four agents. As a young Omega in an Alpha-dominated sport, Olivia can’t afford weakness, mistakes, or rumors.

Then Ryder Brooks starts watching her.

Scarred, guarded, and dangerously close to a WBL title, Ryder is Titan’s most valuable fighter—and the one man Olivia must never want. But he doesn’t treat her like a fragile Omega. He follows her strategies, challenges her rules, and sees every ambition she has learned to hide.

Soon their attraction becomes impossible to ignore—and even more dangerous to reveal.

If Titan discovers their secret, Olivia could lose her career. If the boxing world finds out, every decision she makes will look like favoritism, and Ryder’s championship run could collapse under the scandal.

Walking away would protect everything Olivia has built.

Staying means fighting a world that believes an Omega can belong to a powerful Alpha—or possess power of her own, but never both.

Olivia has spent her life following other people’s rules.

Now she’s ready to make her own.

An emotionally intense, slow-burn Omegaverse boxing romance featuring a fiercely ambitious Omega manager, a scarred Alpha fighter who falls first, forbidden workplace attraction, found family, and a hard-won happily ever after.

I sold myself to a monster to save my mom—and walked into a cage.

Kane Hellboud, charm and wealth personified, wanted only me in exchange for her treatment. No cameras, isolation, or noose-like rules were part of the deal. Behind his smile? Cold, violent possessiveness that destroyed our fake marriage.

Most of all, I didn’t know the supernatural walked among us, hiding in the cracks of ordinary life. Not until Abel Stone stepped into mine—dark-eyed, sharp-tongued, and oozing dangerous promises. He’s my new boss. He shouldn’t make my skin tingle or my pulse race. I shouldn’t feel this primal pull, this illogical recognition that tugs at something deep in my bones.

Around him, lights burst, electronics fry, and something ancient in me awakens.

Kane feels it. His grip tightens, punishments turn brutal, and he hides the truth of what I am.

Trapped between two powerful men, I’m no prey, no pawn—no helpless victim.

Prisons burn. Monsters bleed. As for me? I'm the storm in skin—deadly beyond suspicion.

Sing, Muse, of the queen who refused to be the price,
Born in a storm with fire in her fate, she burned the old device.
At seven motherless, at eight she climbed the tower’s height,
She saw the dragon’s smoke and chose a blade, not white.
Her name—Elaina, Visserland’s heir, a flame that would not kneel,
When the lords said “Woman unfit,” she broke their maze with words of steel.
The bishops cursed her for being profane, and she burned their book in the square’s light.
“The rite that lists daughters as tribute—that is the true sin and blight!”

In front of me, Daniel kissed his childhood sweetheart.

He said he married me only for the benefits, without any feelings for me.

He even threatened me to give his sweetheart a heart transplant.

I agreed.

But after the transplant, he regretted it. I, however, smiled.

My father chose two vampires as marriage prospects for my sister and me.

One was an immensely powerful pureblood aristocrat.

The other was Cassian, crippled by a silver curse. Confined to a wheelchair, he was a laughingstock—wracked by phantom pains and constantly on the verge of madness.

In my past life, I chose Cassian.

I drained my own blood to ease his agonizing curse. I shielded him from the relentless mockery of the Vampire Court. I even gambled my life in werewolf territory to beg for his cure.

But he never seemed to get better.

I didn't care. I remember holding his hand and telling him, "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens to you, I will always stay by your side."

Until the accident. A pack of rogue werewolves ambushed us.

Cassian shoved me precisely into the path of their claws.

Just to shield my sister, Serena, from the fatal blow.

Silver claws completely shredded my throat.

Through my fading vision, I watched Cassian stand up from his wheelchair.

The terrifying aura of a Vampire Lord erupted from him, crushing the werewolves instantly. Countless night-thralls emerged from the shadows, dropping to their knees at his feet.

That was when I understood. He was never paralyzed, and he was never mad.

Because Serena hadn't chosen him, and because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, he faked the illness to disgust me for years.

Then, he used my life to save his true love.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you. But I couldn't just watch Serena die."

"Elara... whatever I owe you, I'll repay in the next life."

In the bone-piercing cold, I took my last breath.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the exact day my father forced us to make our choice.

"That man will be the end of you Charlotte!

Her whole life used to revolve around her family, but she was abused, treated like a slave, given away like some sacrificial lamb.

Until she met him, Damien Davenport, a ruthless man who never showed his face in society.

And now...her life will remain the same!

Content Warning.
This book is R18+
Pure sex scenes, no fade to black.
It contains contents or themes that some might find disturbing or distressing.

"Are you always this damn sensitive?" my husband snapped, his hands lingering on his ex’s waist.
I stood there, holding our 5th-anniversary cake and my pregnancy secret. He canceled our romantic dinner just to comfort her.
So, I threw the cake away. Next, I'll throw him away.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.

Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.

An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.

I believed him.

Until the seventeenth time.

Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.

Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.

"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"

"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."

Silence.

"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.

Him.

The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.

But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.

I won't survive the next full moon.

Blair Thompson thought her new job at Laurent Holdings would be the fresh start she desperately needed.
Instead, on her very first day, the company’s cold and unreadable CEO proves he already knows things about her he shouldn’t.
Her habits, Her apartment, Her past.
And when anonymous messages begin appearing on her phone moments after he watches her, Blair realizes something terrifying—
Someone has been following her long before she walked into that office.
But the deeper she digs into Alex Laurent’s world, the more dangerous the truth becomes.
Because Blair was never hired by accident.Her parents’ deaths were never accidents.
And the powerful men now hunting her. Trapped between a violent organization, buried family secrets, and a man whose obsession feels both protective and deadly, Blair must decide who to trust before the truth destroys her completely.
Because in Alex Laurent’s world, love and danger have always gone hand in hand.
And once he starts watching someone…
He never stops.

She only wanted one reckless night to escape the grief that haunted her—but she never expected it to come with consequences that would shatter her world.

Architect Isla Cole thought a fleeting encounter with a stranger could numb the pain of losing her father. What she didn’t count on was waking up to discover he wasn’t just any stranger—he was Ellis Kennedy, the enigmatic billionaire who had just acquired her firm. Charming, infuriating, and dangerously alluring, Ellis is everything Isla should resist. But the spark between them refuses to be ignored, igniting a chemistry that’s both thrilling and perilous.

As Isla navigates boardrooms and blueprints, she begins to uncover the cracks in Ellis’s polished empire—and in her own past. A decade-old secret emerges: her father’s death wasn’t an accident, and the man she’s drawn to may be at the center of a cover-up powerful enough to destroy them both. Every stolen touch, every shared glance, pulls Isla deeper into a web of passion and betrayal where trust is a luxury she can’t afford.

Now, caught between desire and danger, Isla must decide if love can survive the lies—or if giving her heart to the man who holds the truth will be the choice that buries her forever.
In a city where ambition is ruthless and secrets are currency, Isla and Ellis must confront the past, navigate the present, and decide if the foundation of their hearts can withstand a truth built on blood and betrayal. One reckless night could change everything—or destroy them both.

Dark Romance · Forbidden Love · Reverse Harem · Good Girl Gone Bad · Hockey Captain · Professor · Step-Siblings
"Spread your legs a little wider."
He knelt in front of the fitting room mirrors, his tongue working her until she trembled, all three mirrors reflecting the same image at once — her pussy spread open, her clit wet and gleaming.
"Clench." His other hand pinched her nipple and pulled it outward. "Someone's knocking outside. You'd better not make a sound."

Warning: This book will have you dripping from page one.
No slow-burn setup. No lukewarm back-and-forth. Just her getting her pussy slapped raw against a bathroom sink, the professor fingering her in his office until her legs give out, the hockey captain grinding her to orgasm through his practice pants, her ex-stepbrother forcing her hand onto his cock after she refuses his proposal, and an older man pressing down on her lower abdomen while he comes inside her so deep she's still leaking the next morning.
She used to be the perfect Kincaid daughter. Now she's drowning in debt. To stay alive, she'll kneel and take cock all the way down her throat until she gags. To survive, she's learned to negotiate with her body — to trade orgasms for control.
The hockey captain pins her to the bed and grinds against her pussy through her panties until she's sobbing. The professor sits her in his office and makes her read her thesis out loud while his fingers fuck her until she squirts. The mechanic corners her in a bathroom stall, describing her cunt in the filthiest terms while he slaps her clit until it's swollen and raw. Her ex-stepbrother folds her legs up to her chest, wraps his hand around her throat, and comes as deep inside her as he can.
Cum striping her collarbones after he fucks her tits, and he bends down to lick every drop clean. Pinned face-first against a mirror, her nipples pressed flat against the cold glass, each thrust slamming through her until they go numb. Held in his arms in the bathroom like a child while he makes her piss, the stream running down her thighs mixed with his cum.
On the surface, she's getting fucked senseless in every available location. In reality, every time she drips and begs and falls apart, she's dragging them straight into the trap she built for them.
She is not a toy being passed between men.
She is the woman who gets fucked until she can't stand — and still trains every single one of them into a dog that orbits only her.
This is not a sweet redemption story.
This is the story of a woman torn apart by debt, desire, and men — and how she claws for control every single time after she's been filled, fucked open, and bred.
If you want to watch her forced to drip and still spitting filth through gritted teeth, if you want to see the men who should have protected her pinning her down and fucking her mindless in every room, if you want cum running down her thighs and cock shoved so deep in her throat she's gagging —
Then open it.
Her men are already hard.
And you — do you want to spread your legs a little wider?

A forced marriage: Aurora, masquerading as her sister, married the city's most ruthless business tycoon—"From today, you are Bella Moretti."
On their wedding night, her husband Gael left her alone in the empty room, leaving her trapped behind the walls of their marriage.
The pressure from her family to have a child was relentless, and she was married to a man who didn't love her. Just as they were finally starting to grow closer, her sister Bella, who had been in a coma, suddenly woke up—right at the most intimate moment!
"Everything you thought was an accident was my plan!" Her sister's cold laughter shattered all illusions, revealing that Aurora had been a pawn all along. And could Aurora still believe Gael's words, "I never wanted Bella"?

I am the fearsome godfather of the Mafia.
For the woman I love, I sheathed my fangs and willingly became a despised commoner son-in-law.
In the horrific car accident, I shielded her with my own flesh and blood, and steel bars pierced through my chest.
Faced with the only life-saving machine in the entire hospital, she did not hesitate to save her lightly injured "white moonlight" brother-in-law, leaving me to die in the basement.
She thought that as long as I bled to death, she could naturally embrace perfect love.
But she didn't know—
Without my protection, her proud, century-old family wouldn't even last a month ...

My two best friends killed me over a girl who'd been dead six months.
Lila Bishop never got a single offer. So she cried and clung until Cole and Wes were ready to throw away their full rides and follow her to nowhere. I tried to stop them — they called me jealous and cut me off. So I went over their heads. I called their moms. I fixed their signing papers myself, the night before the deadline.
Six months later Lila was gone, and they blamed me. They dragged me to the roof of our gym and threw me off.
Then I opened my eyes — three months back, the day it all started.
Last time, I broke myself trying to save them.
This time, I'd let them jump.

For three years, everyone at Spire Academy believed Liam loved me. Until I uncovered his secret plan: steal my academy recommendation to save Anna, and keep me waiting on the sidelines. He handed my future to another girl and threw me to a mad duke to be dissected. I escaped death by leaping into the Rift of Silence, only to be pulled from the abyss by Arnold, an ancient night lord. When Liam finally realized his sin, he begged for a second chance. But the girl who waited for him in the dark died in the rift. I have a new life, and I will never look back.

A madman attacked the concert hall. I threw myself over my son, taking every blow meant for him. My spine shattered in three places.

My husband Arthur subdued the attacker and rushed us to the hospital—the picture of a devoted, loving spouse.

It was only after hearing his conversation with the doctor that I finally saw his true colors.

My crippling injury was merely collateral damage. My son Ethan? Nothing but a living cornea donor for Mia—the cherished daughter he had with his first love.

He treated my child like spare parts, never knowing Mia isn't even his blood.

The night before graduation, a confession post blew up the school forum:
“Daphne, I’m gonna rip up my Harvard offer onstage during commencement to confess to you—my whole college future as my love token.”
The OP bragged nonstop in the comments that he’d locked down the state’s only full-ride Harvard scholarship, his admission was a done deal, and graduation was nothing but a meaningless formality anyway.
The attached photo showed their interlaced hands. That old burn scar on his forearm—the one he’d claimed he got saving me—stared back like a chain that’s trapped me for ten years straight.
I poured every cent, every spare hour and all my academic resource just to get him into Harvard. I even voluntarily stepped down from the scholarship race and passed the spot to him.
This childhood sweetheart who’d sworn we’d go to Harvard together only hours ago threw every promise out the window for a rich transfer student, willing to gamble both our futures just for a dramatic grand gesture.
I shut the forum tab, pulled up my email to the scholarship committee.
I’m formally taking back the scholarship spot I gave up！

For three years, I genuinely believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until I hit play on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my perfect reality shattered into a million jagged pieces.

The woman writhing on the bed was Amanda—the sweet, innocent girl we had both grown up with.

And the hand tracing the curve of her bare skin? It wore the platinum wedding band I had personally slipped onto Louis’s finger.

"I missed you so much..."

"You drive me fucking crazy, baby..."

Hearing my own husband's signature sweet nothings whispered to my childhood best friend gutted me completely.

Our entire social circle constantly praised us as the golden couple. But beneath the glossy surface, who could have guessed this flawless marriage was built on a mountain of sick lies?

Well, if Louis was such a brilliant actor, I figured it was time to give him a show of my own.

I was going to rip off his mask and show the entire world exactly what kind of monster my "perfect husband" truly was.

My mother rips my long-hidden Orion star chart to pieces and hurls the scraps straight into my face like garbage.
For seventeen years, I’ve been the praised straight-A good girl, my shirt collars always buttoned all the way up. I’ve lived solely for one goal: an acceptance letter from Yale, my ticket out of this suffocating cage.
But the second she locks my bedroom door from the outside, it hits me cold: blind obedience only traps you tighter.
Just as despair crashes over me, a silver lighter clatters against my windowsill. Zane—the biker delinquent everyone at school steers clear of—pries open my window and holds out his hand to me.
To hell with the Ivy League. Tonight, Aria’s jumping out of this window that’s kept me prisoner.

“Go find one of those perfect little she-wolves lined up to mate you. Play your Alpha card on them. I’m sure they’ll beg to be marked..maybe they’ll even let you f—”

“Seliene!” he snapped, his voice a roar as he grabbed my wrist.

“Stop touching me!” I shoved at his chest, voice rising despite the sting in my throat. “Stop acting like you care when all you've ever done is hate me!”

Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “There are plenty of men who would take me to bed without second-guessing it. Maybe I should let them. Maybe I should—”

His hand tangled in my hair so fast I gasped, and the next thing I knew, my back was against the wall.

Ronan’s eyes were glowing now—not just anger, but something else. Something deeper. His wolf was there, right under the surface, growling low and dangerous.

“Oh?” I taunted, my body betraying me with a subtle tremble of arousal. “What is this? You don’t want me, but no one else should touch me either?”

His growl deepened, vibrating between us, and then his mouth crashed down on mine.

I moaned before I could stop myself, and that only seemed to provoke him further. He pressed harder, his body pinning mine, every inch of him demanding, claiming.

He groaned into my mouth, his thigh sliding between mine and pressing upward. I gasped, my head hitting the wall as pleasure sparked through me.

“Don’t want to touch you?” he growled against my lips. “I want you with every damn breath.”


Seliene, a fierce half-breed hiding heartbreak behind a defiant tongue, and Ronan, the brooding Alpha who once rejected her, ignite in a moment of raw passion and buried longing. Bound by a mate bond they both try to resist, their chemistry is undeniable, dangerous, explosive, and edged with the pain of a love neither dares to admit.

I spent eight months making hit content for Halo Digital. My mentor Sienna Blake spent eight months putting her name on it.
I thought she was looking out for me. The big sister every new girl dreams of. Shielding me from tough meetings, "polishing" my scripts before they went to the CEO.
Then one morning, her beauty blender started talking.
It said her skin was a disaster. That she couldn't come up with a single idea on her own. That she'd been stealing my work and posting it under her name for months.
Her lipstick said worse—about the married investor buying her jewelry with company money, and the deal they'd made to bury my career for good.
Her setting spray said she couldn't even hide her own dark circles anymore.
They told me everything. And once I knew, there was no going back.
In this industry, your face is your career. Sienna was about to lose both.

I married a man who didn't love me.
When other women falsely accused me, not only did he not help me, but he also sided with them to bully and hurt me...
I was utterly disappointed in him and divorced him!
After returning to my parents' home, my father asked me to inherit billions in assets, and my mother and grandmother pampered me, making me the happiest woman in the world!
At this point, that man regretted it. He came to me, knelt down, and begged me to remarry him.
So, tell me, how should I punish this heartless man?
（I highly recommend a captivating book that I couldn't put down for three days and nights. It's incredibly engaging and a must-read. The title of the book is "The Billionaire's Daughter" You can find it by searching for it in the search bar.）

"This is Asher Adams" her father said. "He's going to be your bodyguard from now on.

Kimberly's eyes widened in disbelief. The water she had just swallowed went down the wrong pipe and she began to choke. She started to cough and it took some seconds to finally calm her down.

Great. Just great. She thought. Just when she thought she had the annoying man out of her life for good.

She turned her attention to her father. "I'm sorry dad, what did you just say?"


Kimberly Blake, daughter and only child of billionaire, Hillary Blake, loves her freedom and independence. She hates being told what to do more than anything.

But all that freedom becomes a thing of the past when she gets kidnapped and her father hires private investigator and bodyguard, Asher Adams to rescue her.

Now, not only is she stuck with a big hunk of a man following her around and watching her every move...

But one she finds so damn attractive....

Riley leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Sofia responds, her lips parting as she deepens the kiss. Danny and Leo watch for a moment, then join in, their hands roaming over Sofia’s body as they kiss her neck and shoulder.

I watch, my own body reacting to the sight of my girl being kissed by my best friends. I would lie if I said I wouldn't rather take her all to myself, but I know they care for her and like her so damn much, just the way I do, and I can't help but feel warm at the thought of her getting this much love for once in her life.


To everyone else, Sofia looks like a quiet, shy girl who loves books more than people. Some even wonder if she lives in the library. But there’s a reason why she’s scared to go home; she overheard her parents planning to sell her to some rich mafia man so they could become rich themselves. Trying her best to avoid her house, she gets kidnapped by four men who planned to use her to hurt her husband-to-be. But the more time they spend with her, the more they fall in love, yes, all four of them.

Will they push their feelings aside to take down the mafia leader, or will they keep her to themselves?"

He kills without mercy. She loves without reason. And nothing will stop her from having him.

For three years, Mafia leader Conner O’Neill has felt eyes on him. A phantom touch in the night. Perfume lingering on his pillows. Warm cookies in his oven. Enemies' heads delivered to his doorstep, gift-wrapped in bloodied silk. It isn’t fear that coils in his gut—it’s fascination. Someone is watching him. Someone who knows him. Someone who kills for him.

Her name is Sage—and she’s been his shadow since the night he unknowingly stole her heart with a bullet to another man’s brain. For her, it was love at first sight. Violent. Beautiful. Inevitable. Raised in darkness, owned by a monster, Sage was never meant to love. But Conner changed that. And she’s been his ever since, waiting for the day she can step out of the shadows and into his arms.

But the man who owns her doesn’t let go of his toys. And the man she loves doesn’t know she exists—yet.

She’s done watching. It’s time he learns the truth.

He belongs to her. And she’ll kill anyone who tries to take him away.

Elena is captured by a rival pack after an attack that resulted in the death of her family members. Reduced to the role of an Omega, she endures hard labor amidst mockery and ostracism from fellow Omegas.

Fate intervenes when she is assigned to serve the pack's Luna. Eventually, she aids the new Alpha in escaping an accusation of patricide after his father's death.

Will she choose to assist him in reclaiming his honor and rightful position, despite knowing he was responsible for her father's death? And what will happen when she discovers he is her fated mate?

"Who do you want to kiss you, Maggie?" He shouts back, throwing the card on the floor of the Jeep.
"You, you big dumb idiot! It's always been you!"
Without a second of hesitation, He wraps one hand around the back of my neck and pulls me to him.
His mouth connects with mine, and a wildfire of heat and passion ignites between us.

Maggie never expect that she would fall in love with a man more than her age. She is a pure 17 years old young girl living happily with her Major dad. But when Eli Strong, a wounded Marine, her father’s subordinate comes to live with them. She simply could not resist the charm of the rough man.

Eli was a man out of the military, he has scars on her face and get hurt on his foot. He never expected that the officer he was living with would have a daughter who tested his honour. She’s forbidden fruit, and he’s trying not to taste…

Eli finally kissed Maggie, but then he ran away.
Eleven months later, Maggie’s father had gone missing.
According to his living will, Eli became Maggie’s legal guardian...

Will Eli keep his hands off Maggie this time? Read the story to find out.

Nalani, the daughter of a traitor desired only one thing, to live a life free from her father's transgressions. Inorder to achieve that dream, she had to move away from everyone who knew of her colourful past.

However you can run but you can't hide from your past, not entirely anyway. Instead of living a life of freedom, she was thrown in a new world , filled with jealousy, cruelty, crime and backstabbing.

Will Nalani survive this new world ?.

Late! Late!! Late!!! Oh, God! Please help me. I don't want to be late, at least not for the first day of my college. I prayed to my dear God and walked so fast inside the college campus as thinking of how I am going to make an excuse.

Shit!! I should have woken up earlier rather than dreaming of my future with my two children. Really Sheila? You don't have a boyfriend even to think about your future, but here you were dreaming of having children, aren't you? Don't tell anyone about your silly dream, they will make fun of you.

Cursing my mind for what seemed to be thousand times, I sped up my walk.

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

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.

My mother once told me that someday I would find the one person I was destined to spend forever with.
I found him and he rejected me because he thought I was too weak.

Forced to leave the only home I knew, I did so with my head hung low. As it turned out, the Moon Goddess had other plans for me in the form of three mates. I had to fight for what I wanted and show everyone that despite being an Omega, I was stronger than they thought.

But I wasn't sure if I would make it. I just knew that I had to fight, for myself, and for others they considered to be weak.

*** Age gap, slow burn, shifter reverse harem novel with mature content ***

Lucia Mendez is an orphan and the only heiress of the banking empire of the Mendez dynasty, regal, poised, elegant and kind to a fault. She falls in love with David and he manipulates her into signing her estate and vast wealth over to him. On the day of their wedding, David leaves her stranded at the altar choosing to elope with her best friend Yvonne leaving Lucia with nothing but the pregnancy he didn't know she was carrying.

Distraught and with nothing in her name, Lucia crawls to the front of the church altar, slits her wrist and with every drop of blood that falls at the altar she vows her revenge before falling unconscious.

5 years later, Lucia who is now rich and powerful, arrives in the scene of the high and mighty in society and with her comes a storm that will change the fate of each and everyone who crossed paths with her. She is bound by destiny to avenge her everything that happened to her including losing her child, for every drop of blood that fell 5 years, she will take each and everyone of them out and reclaim the empire that is her's.

Revenge isn't a game, it's her destiny.

A romance full of drama, twists, and passion
After a romantic disappointment, Paulina Perez, a shy governess, decides it's time to change and accepts the help of the biggest womanizer she knows, Simon Salvatore, her employer.
Against all of his rules, Simon teaches Paulina the art of seduction. However, between lessons, it becomes difficult not to fall victim to his own tricks.
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She had a problem.
Even though his attitude went against all of his rules, Simon crouched in front of the governess. Amidst the tears, Paulina's surprise was visible as she looked at him.
"What happened?"
"Nathaniel said that I'm too good for him, that he doesn't want to deceive me and won't continue with me," she replied between sobs.
"Translation: He gave you the brush off," he summarized without thinking, regretting it when she gave in to compulsive crying.
*
He was the solution.
"Being too puritanical only drives men away," Simon argued. "I don't condemn your dream of finding Prince Charming, who will give you a 'happily ever after.' But even if he existed, he wouldn't stay with someone who runs away at the slightest touch."
"I don't know how to be or act differently."
"I can teach you. Just ask."
Paulina looked at him astonished, and Simon thought about saying it was a joke. However, before he withdrew the offer, Paulina gathered her courage and asked,
"Simon, teach me to be a different woman, more...sensual."
Teach me
Learning has never been so pleasurable

During the Yearbook photoshoot, the photographer smiled and gestured for the couples to move closer together.
But Daniel pressed his hand against my shoulder and pushed me straight to the edge of the group, then turned and pulled Harper to his side.
"Harper and I are this year's Valedictorian and Salutatorian. It makes sense for us to stand together—it'll look better for the Yearbook spread."
This wasn't the first time he'd pushed me away.
When I brought him my AP Calculus mistakes, he barely glanced at them before saying my foundation was too weak—don't waste his time.
But when Harper, ranked second in our class, brought him basic algebra questions and played dumb, he didn't notice a thing.
He'd even FaceTime with her until two in the morning, patiently breaking down every single step.
When I wanted to study with him at the library, he'd frown and say I was breaking his focus.
But when Harper dropped just two points on a quiz, he'd skip track practice entirely to take her to the beach and cheer her up.
Right before the photographer pressed the shutter, he couldn't help teasing, "You two are a couple, right? You look like prom king and queen material!"
Daniel looked at Harper, his smile proud and tender. "We're always on the same wavelength."
Harper blushed and ducked her head as the guys from the team whistled and hollered around them.
I stood outside the noise, gripping my phone so hard my knuckles went white. The camera app I'd opened hours ago had already timed out.
The dark screen reflected the dress I'd tried on for hours last night, and the curls I'd ironed over and over again.
God, how stupid of me.
The spot beside him was never meant for me.
And now? I don't want it anymore.

My daughter begged me, tears in her eyes, to take her to gymnastics camp—just the two of us.

I thought it was her way of proving she loved me.

I was wrong.

In that hotel room in Toronto, I overheard my husband's voice—with another woman.

“Don't worry, Sophia will find a way to stay a few more days. I promised her that blue limited-edition leotard.”

“Her body now… after giving birth, it's ruined.”

In that moment, my world collapsed.

I thought I'd only been betrayed by my husband.
But the daughter I raised with everything I had—she was his accomplice.

The child I nurtured with my own hands kept clearing the path: so that woman could sleep in my bed, wear the lingerie I could no longer fit into, sneer in front of the mirror at every single mark my body earned from bringing life into this world.

I once believed that giving up my career would be enough to hold my family together.

But they joined hands to tell me: my sacrifice was never honored. It was a joke.

When a woman who has given everything to her family finally wakes up—

Her revenge will make every single one of them remember exactly what they did.