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So, have you ever heard that saying that you shouldn’t feed stray animals because they’ll follow you home? Turns out that rule applies to demons too…
I didn’t even KNOW he was a demon, but now he insists he owes me his life. The catch? He can’t leave until he “repays the favor,” meaning he’s stuck following me around like some demonic shadow. The good news is, he’ll have plenty of chances to repay me.
Except… I’m starting to wonder if I want him to leave. Especially when he gives me that look, the one that makes my heart race. It’s the kind of look that makes me think I might not mind being saved a little too much.
Sure, he has a tail, but there’s something about him I can’t shake. Maybe it’s the way his voice drops when he gets close, or maybe it’s just because he washes the dishes after dinner. Either way, I’m starting to get attached. Not that it matters because he’s leaving. I know better than to fall for a demon… Right?

Fae are the WORST. Here I am, minding my own business when bam, I get yanked into a summoning circle. Honestly, whoever thought summoning demons was a good idea should be shown why everyone fears demons. Even better? This Fae spells me so I can’t go home until I kill someone for him.
The someone he wants me to kill? The woman who saved my life. Not only is she good, but I can’t bring myself to hurt her. And the worst part? She’s half fae too, that’s just asking for trouble. Now, I’m stuck, bound by my own magic, protecting her, while trying to ignore how much I want to stay. But I can’t. I have to leave eventually. Right?

Meet Georgia Sanchez, an eighteen-year-old girl who has a miserable past. Her mother was killed by thieves. Her father is a drunkard who often molested her. Her younger sister died from hunger, and her younger brother is suffering from severe pneumonia. She has no money to pay her brother's bill, so she had no choice but to work in a brothel, which she considers much better than being raped by her own father without getting anything. Her life suddenly changed, by chance or by the grace of the gods in heaven, when she met a wealthy businessman named Harry Will, who offered her a strange job: to pretend to be his girlfriend for six months in order to make his ex-fiancée jealous. But this didn't turn out right, as Georgia truly fell in love with the almost-perfect man, and if she's dreaming, she doesn't want to wake up. But even in dreams, she has bad luck; the man doesn't love her and considers her a friend or a younger sister. What's Georgia going to do now? How can she accept the fact that Sir Harry doesn't love her?

BLURB

Eli Morgan had spent years trying to survive Noah Carter.

Unfortunately, Noah Carter seemed determined to ruin his life.

As The College’s swim captain, campus heartthrob, and his older brother’s best friend, Noah had made teasing Eli his personal hobby, touching him too casually, acting possessive whenever Eli liked someone, and somehow inserting himself into every part of Eli’s life.

And somehow?

Nobody else thought it was weird.

Not even Ethan, Eli’s perfect older brother.

But when Eli finally starts dating someone seriously, Noah’s behavior changes from annoying to dangerous. The teasing becomes jealousy. The casual touches become possessive. And the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore.

I pulled a pair of lace panties from my husband's coat pocket.
They had white stains on them.
Any adult would know what that was—semen.

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“Alpha…” I whispered as I got up, trying to hug his waist but he grabbed my hand immediately.
“Do you want money?” He demanded coldly and I shook my head.
“Don’t get any funny ideas, Freya. I told you my heart belongs to my mate.” He replied and I nodded, my shoulders slumping with disappointment.
“It’s been four years…”


After 4 years of warming the Alpha’s bed, his mate returns, it didn’t take anything for the alpha to toss me aside like I was nothing and I realized loving him for 8 years was a waste and I was never going to get a chance with him.
Gathering the shreds of my broken heart, I decided to walk away but just when I found my mate, the alpha returns and this time he’s determined to do everything to have me back.
It’s up to me to decide whether I want the man who never loved me or if I should go for my mate but there’s one problem, I have secrets huge enough to destroy both men and everything they stand for.

The High Fae were facing extinction, their bloodlines withering away.

Valerius, the Prince of the Shadow Realm, was a terrifying force of nature—ruthless and utterly cold.

I am Ella, a mere human who accidentally fell into a Shadow Rift, a mortal girl with nothing but survival on my mind.

Left with no other choice, I snuck into this shadow prince's bed in the dead of night.

On the day he pierced my chest to take my heart-blood to save the Witch Princess, I faked my death and ran away—carrying his half-Fae babies in my belly.

Years later, I was busy preening the starry wings of my seven little miracles.

He found me, dropping to his knees, as pathetic and desperate as an abandoned hound.

"Ella... do you really not want me anymore?"

When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Enemies make the best lovers...

Evelyn Rodriguez needs to find who murdered her sister. But her only suspect is sexy as hell and every kind of wrong. Suddenly Evelyn's not sure if it's determination that's got her pulse racing–or something altogether less appropriate. Worse of all, she has to live under the same roof with him.

Supernova Jason Lyndon, burnt by experience and casual flings is torn between taking the offer of the man he despises the most or the woman that annoys him the most. Either way, he wasn't about to go to jail for something he didn't do. He realized too late chosing Evelyn's offer was a terrible idea. She didn't only arouse all his sexual antennas but started pulling down the firm wall– he's spent years building– around his heart.

CRIME. SUSPENSE. ROMANCE.

FYI: I Hate You is set in the bustling, high-stakes world of publishing—where manuscripts, deadlines, and egos collide. The backdrop moves between sleek corporate offices, cozy coffee shops, late-night conference rooms, and intimate personal spaces, with a few key scenes on beaches, in quiet gardens, and at family gatherings that bring warmth and depth to the story. The modern, fast-paced city life contrasts with moments of stillness, where vulnerability and truth emerge.

Ethan Miller was the hottest guy in Greenville High School. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him. He just had one problem, Corey Price.

Corey Price was the complete opposite of Ethan. Ethan did not like his lingering looks and admiring glances. It made him furious. Corey was the bane of his existence. Ethan's solution was to beat and torment Corey and make his school days unbearable.

Corey's wounds never healed. His fondness of Ethan turned into hatred and he vowed to never forgive him. But, he spent years working on himself and has emerged a stronger, better person, ready to take on new challenges. Finally confident, he's about to take on a new job.

Until he discovered who his new boss was. It was none other than the monster himself.

Ethan Miller

Mahir Adam Dan-Musa, a true definition of egotistical, domineering and self-centered human being. He got the looks, the wealth and thinks no woman can match up to him until he met her.

Bushra Mansur, an epitome of hot headed, independent and confident selfless woman who doesn't like being controlled.

He likes being bossy.

She hates being bossed around.

They met over a misunderstanding which leads to a heated argument.

Mahir has all the love and support from his family. Same goes for Bushra. But then, each of them have one thing missing in their lives. A life partner.

It wasn't part of the plan. They so much hate each other to think of spending the rest of their lives together. However, to save themselves from marrying the wrong person, they agreed and signed a one year marriage contract.

Their bickering didn't get any better even after the marriage. Nevertheless, love swept you off your feet at the most unexpected way. Love blooms in the heart of the two partners.

Will that be the beginning of a new journey of the two lovers in Prague? When on the other hand, a huge storm awaits them with the one year contract coming to an end.

He can’t stand her… almost as much as he can’t stay away.

Ethan Hale is a sharp-witted, fiercely ambitious doctor who thrives on control—except when it comes to Lena Carter, his sister’s best friend and the one woman who constantly gets under his skin.

Lena is bold, unpredictable, and the only person who can match Ethan’s fire with her own. Their clashes are legendary, but when one heated moment turns into an unexpected enemies-with-benefits deal, their rivalry takes a dangerous turn.

Ethan keeps his heart locked away, and Lena carries secrets from a past that refuses to let go. As their arrangement spirals into something deeper, old wounds reopen, and emotions they swore they’d never feel threaten to ruin everything.

A story of passion, tension, and redemption, Maybe I Love You is a sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance that tests the limits of love and forgiveness.

When Ellie went to see him with her pregnancy test in hand, she caught her Alpha husband with his ex .
"I'll NEVER let that wolfless rogue be the mother of my child. She's just a surrogate!"
Tears streamed down her face as she got in an accident and lost all her memories 💔.
Her friend says, "You almost gave up everything for that man..."
"Who? Me? Why?!" 😳
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His wife seemed different now, but he has no idea why.
She urges him, "Let's get a divorce! Now!" 😘
He grits his teeth, "No way!" 😡😡😡

Selene thought Silverpine Academy would be a new beginning. A prestigious school for elite shifters seemed like the perfect place to bury her haunted past and strange visions. But from the moment she arrives, destiny refuses to stay quiet.
During a combat class, Selene is seized by a waking vision from Astrid—the ancient wolf goddess—and collapses in front of her classmates. When Elias, the intuitive and charming council member, helps her up, their touch releases a surge of magic that stuns everyone. Suddenly, the academy is buzzing with rumors, and Selene is no longer invisible—especially not to Elias or Soren, the cold, brooding Lycan heir whose wolf refuses to ignore her.

I’d just gotten home from my prenatal checkup when I heard my sister-in-law Valentina’s voice.

"Brother, if Rosalyn finds out Leon is the stillborn child she gave birth to, will she fight me for custody?"

I froze on the spot.

Four years ago, my husband Lysander and I had a baby via IVF, but the infant passed away shortly after birth. I’d cried my heart out back then, and it was Lysander who held me close, comforting me over and over.

"Don’t grieve. We’ll have another child someday."

Four years later, I was finally expecting our second baby. Yet now I’d overheard that my first child had never died at all — he was Valentina’s son, Leon.

I simply couldn’t bring myself to believe it. Just as I reached for the door, Lysander’s voice rang out again.

"Don’t worry. Rosalyn will never find out I secretly swapped her egg for yours. Even the child she’s carrying now is our love child."

A Fantasy and romance novel which tells the story of a young werewolf. Reagan is a descendant of a long line of powerful werewolves, known as the ultimate. He grew up learning how to rule his people and how to protect the Human world from threats (which are people of his species), and the hatred other Packs have for him.
An opposing pack interested in decimating the whole of humanity attacked his ultimate clan and killed the whole clan while they were at their weakest. He was transported to Earth to protect humans and to find his sister. He got to earth and found love, his sister, pain, and servitude.
Humans after discovering what he was decided to weaponize him. And the clan who hates the humans are ready to come to the human world. Will he be able to resist humans' desire to weaponize him? Will his anger for humans' greed make him fight for or against humans? And his lover in his home world, will he be able to reunite with her?

Eden McBride spent her whole life colouring within the lines. But when her fiancé dumps her one month before their wedding, Eden is done following the rules. A hot rebound is just what the doctor recommends for her broken heart. No, not really. But it's what Eden needs. Liam Anderson, the heir to the biggest logistics company in Rock Union, is the perfect rebound guy. Dubbed the Three Months Prince by the tabloids because he's never with the same girl longer than three months, Liam's had his fair share of one night stands and doesn't expect Eden to be anything more than a hookup. When he wakes up and finds her gone along with his favourite denim shirt, Liam is irritated, but oddly intrigued. No woman has ever left his bed willingly or stole from him. Eden has done both. He needs to find her and make her account. But in a city with more than five million people, finding one person is as impossible as winning the lottery, until fate brings them together again two years later. Eden is no longer the naive girl she was when she jumped into Liam's bed; she now has a secret to protect at all costs. Liam is determined to get everything Eden stole from him, and it's not just his shirt.

© 2020-2021 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers.

Salem pairs with Malik Roane, her partner, to chase leads quietly. But trust starts to crack. Malik knows more about her past than he admits.

The killer escalates victims are murdered in ways tied to specific foster kids. One was drowned in a bathtub. Another buried with dolls stuffed in their mouths.

Salem visits Dr. Ezra Kade, who helped her after a traumatic incident she can’t fully remember. He urges her to access what she’s repressed.

Meanwhile, a viral influencer, Tasha Bloom, starts releasing video clips from an anonymous source. Each one paints Salem as unstable, dangerous… possibly guilty.

Someone is watching Salem. Filming her. They know what happened in that house. And now, the world might know too

My parents ruined my wedding six times.

Every single time, right at the moment the ring was about to slip onto my finger—the first time, Mom knocked over the champagne tower. The second time, Dad drove his pickup truck straight through the floral arch... Either the groom wasn't good enough, or the wedding was too cheap. Each time was more batshit crazy than the last. The sixth time, Mom even held a knife to her own throat, threatening me not to put on the ring.

It made no sense to me—why push me to get married while doing everything to stop me from wearing that ring?

So for the seventh wedding, I chose a small chapel in a remote mountain area, went completely off-grid, dead certain they'd never track me down.

Just as Ethan was about to slide the ring onto my finger—

The chapel doors burst open.

Two figures stumbled in, gasping for air, faces streaked with tears.

My parents.

I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband had been cheating with the cousin I had kindly taken in.

My son said he wanted her to be his mom, then shoved me down the stairs and caused me to miscarry.

The day I lost the baby, my husband sat beside my bed. His voice was gentle, soft enough to lull someone to sleep.

“Relax,” he said. “You’ll forget all this pain.”

I closed my eyes and let him plant layer after layer of hypnotic commands in my ear.

“When you wake up, you’ll be an obedient wife.”

Now I watch them living happily ever after as a family of three.

They think I’m nothing but an empty shell.

They have no idea that I’ve already posted this plea for help online:

[HELP] My cousin is wearing my sexy nightgown to seduce my husband, I caught them cheating, and my son calls her “Mom.” But I just feel numb. What am I supposed to do?

"Are you a virgin?" The man's husky voice whispered in her ear. Emily slowly opened her misty eyes, barely able to make out the man's facial features.
Just as Emily tried to get a better look at the man's face, a sudden clap of thunder roared in her ears.
Emily jolted awake from her sleep.
A dream! It was just a dream!
Six months ago, in a desperate bid to save my mother’s life, I found myself in bed with a stranger, agreeing to bear his child.
I thought everything would go smoothly, but then disaster struck. My cousin and my boyfriend conspired against me, plotting to bury me alive and kill both me and my baby...
In a moment of extreme danger, my old butler rushed out to save me, sacrificing his life to help me escape!
After narrowly escaping death, my mind was filled with thoughts of revenge!
All those who have harmed me will pay a hundredfold for their actions!

Death should have been the end.

Instead, I wake up choking on warehouse air, a stranger's hand around my throat.

This time, I remember the man who was desperate to kill me.

Victor Sterling.

"Your scream killed my daughter!"
"I'll make you pay double."

In every loop, he finds me and kills me.

Julian pulls the trigger on himself just to turn back time one more time.

This time, I'm not waiting to be saved.

If the world insists on killing me, it had better be prepared.

This time, I'm rewriting the whole damn film.

If darkness comes for me again, I'll meet it on my terms.

“I am Ivan, a meteorologist. In my past life, I was tied up in the snow and froze to death by my wife’s family. After being reborn, I personally bought up all the inferior supplies they needed. When a blizzard of minus fifty degrees Celsius came down, and when the gangsters kicked down his door, I was sitting in a safe house two kilometers away, holding a whiskey, watching the surveillance footage—this is my revenge.”

I thought I was the happiest woman in the world... until I clicked on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my entire world came crashing down.

The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger.

"I've missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."

Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.

Everyone said we were the perfect couple, but who knew this marriage was built on nothing but lies?

Since he's so good at acting, I guess it's time I gave him a show of my own. I'm going to make sure everyone sees what this "perfect husband" really is...

A month after Allison broke up with Andrew, she found out that Andrew is now in a relationship with her best friend.

Allison felt betrayed so she decided to leave the country again.

Two years later she had no choice but to go back to the Philippines because her father's health is getting worst.

Andrew is now a famous singer and his manager is none other than his rumored girlfriend and Allison's ex- best friend, Anne.

Allison thought that she already moved on. But when she saw Andrew again, she realized that her feelings for him never changed.

What if one day, all the things they thought happened was just a lie?

Can love between them be found again?

Two years ago, Gretta Domingo signed the divorce papers for the man she loved… and hated.
Reagan Milano—ruthless billionaire, powerful magnate of an international empire, and the man who once swore to protect her… before tearing her apart.
Now, just as Gretta stands on the verge of a new life with another man, Reagan returns.
Colder. Stronger. More dangerous than ever.
With an offer that sounds a lot like a threat:
"Spend four months with me. As my wife. After that, you’re free. Or I’ll take everything."
Trapped in Reagan’s world of power and danger, Gretta finds herself face to face with the man who broke her once—and who still makes her fall all over again.
Behind every ruthless demand lies a burning gaze.
Behind every cold command, a touch that sets her on fire.
One hundred twenty-four days.
One hundred twenty-four nights .
Can Gretta survive Reagan Milano… or herself?

"Forget the vows," he said. "I will break you. I will make you miserable. And I will make sure you regret what you did every single day of your life."
I was never meant to be his bride.
I was the mistake he could never erase.
Killian hated me for simply existing. Every time his eyes met mine, they burned with fury and something far more dangerous. The hatred between us was suffocating. So was the heat.
Then there was Nolan.
His brother. Quiet. Controlled. Deadly.
He did not look at me like I was ruined. He looked at me like he wanted all of me, body and soul.
I never meant for this to happen. But when you are starving for something real, guilt can taste a lot like desire.
Now I am trapped between two brothers.
One who wants to destroy me.
And one who already has.
This is not just a love triangle.
It is a war.
And I am the weapon.

"I'm pregnant, Xarion."
He doesn't even look at her.
"Abort it."
Four years later, she is no longer the wolfless girl who once begged for his love.
She is a mother. A warrior. A woman who rebuilt herself from the ashes he left behind.
And she has no intention of ever belonging to him again.
Until fate brings them face to face.
"You belong to me, Megan," Xarion growls, backing her into the shadows.
"Not anymore."
But this time, Megan is no longer the one with everything to lose.
He doesn't know she was never wolfless.
He doesn't know the truth behind the prophecy that forced him to push her away.
And he has no idea their twins are alive.
Now, as enemies rise and secrets begin to unravel, Xarion is forced to confront the truth: that the woman he broke is the only one he cannot live without.
He let her go once.
This time, he'll fight fate, enemies, and even himself to win her back and become the man she deserved all along.

"I can do anything just to get your forgiveness," said Allen with the pleading tune, he knows that he can't be forgiven for the mistake, he has done, he knows that was unforgivable but still, he wants to get 2nd chance,

"did you think, getting forgiveness is so easy? NO, IT IS NOT, I can never forgive a man like you, a man, who hurt me to the point that I have to lose my unborn child, I will never forgive you" shouted Anna on Allen's face, she was so angry and at the same, she wants revenge for the suffering she has gone through, what will happen between them and why does she hate him so much,

come on, let's find out, what happened between them.

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Light strokes of the ropes were on her wrist as she massaged it slowly, she felt the handsome man grab her right hand, took the thumb, poked it with a pocket knife and pressed it at the back of the folder.

"Are you nuts?" She yelled in pain, grabbing her hand back from his grasp and sucking her bleeding thumb.

"72 hours, and if you fail you will face the consequences of my contract."

Dawn Hemlocks a fashion design student tries her hand on hacking and gets caught in a web that might take her life. She negotiates her options and signs an unknown contract given to her by the well know heartless billionaire Stephan Klar. Will she be able to break free or find herself tangled into a web of love, murder and deceit?

With abashed steps, she walked into the living room, already grunting before her mother started ranting. Ummah examined her from head to toe before she scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. What sort of stubborn child does she have? Among her four daughters, Hidayah was the only one giving her a tough time. And she always questioned herself for making Hidayah her favourite child at the same time treating them with equal love.

Hidayah pretended as if no one was in the living room and started walking towards the stairs. 'Hidayah come back here!" Ummah instructed her. Hidayah hesitated before she halted and slowly turned to look at Ummah. 'I called your friend, Yasmeen and she told me you guys were done with your exams for the day since 12 noon. Now look at the time."

Hidayah swallowed the anger and heaved a sigh. She needn't to be on her mother's bad side that night. At least for the sake of Adam and the party they were going to attend tonight. 'Something came up and I had to stay in school and tackle it." Without waiting to hear more of her mother's rants, she walks off to her room.

Ummah looked at her retreating back and shook her head. She believed it was a trial and she would surely pass it.

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child?
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Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her.

However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her.

Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage, Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives.

With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuilt her life.

Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else.

She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies.

Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He was determined to win Ariadne back.

BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?

In my past life , I was delivering supplies in the scorching heat of the apocalypse , only to have my ex-wife 's lover smash my head with a stick.
daughter, whom I've spoiled for sixteen years, looked at me with disgust: "Pretending to be a good girl is disgusting. Kill him and take his supplies."
When she opened her eyes again, her daughter had been reborn.
She cried and clung to my legs, begging to be taken in, all to trick me into believing she was building a shelter.
I decided to play along, spending all my savings to build her a top-of-the-line temperature-controlled fortress, and then "meticulously" teaching her the secrets of switching on the electric grid.
As the apocalypse arrives, the ex-wife and her lover launch a night raid on the high wall.
my daughter pressed the switch, trying to let her father in and kick me out the door.
The next second, with a loud "boom," the multi-million-volt high-voltage power grid was instantly activated !
The daughter collapsed in the control room, trembling : "Why is the switch upside down?!"

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“Fuck me,” I mutter, “or kill me. We both know you have to choose.”
He snarls as he wraps his hands around my waist.
“Have you ever been fucked, Lucia Reid?”
It's the first time he's said my real name, and it sends heat sparking between my thighs.
“Of course I’ve had sex.”
He leans in until his mouth is against my cheek and whispers, “That’s not what I asked.”
My toes curl in my expensive heels, my hips rolling against him, and his mouth slants over mine roughly, his hands pushing the material of my dress until it pools at the tops of my thighs.
He pushes into me then until I feel his cock pressing hard against my clothed sex.

“I’ll fuck you so hard, princess,” his mouth is at my ear, “Hard enough for you to forget about all about the Reids and Ardens and everything else that doesn’t matter. I’ll make you forget about every cocky rich boy who ever smiled at you, the ones who couldn’t handle you, and I’ll make you come so hard that by the time I'm done... you’ll have to name me king.”

Vanessa never thought she'd come face to face again with the man who once ruined her life.

But he was back and worse, he had no intention of leaving her alone.

What happens when she crossed paths with the one and only Mordechai Lenetti? Owner of Lenetti's House of Essence. Multi-billionaire. Arrogant. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable.

He was a man who smiled only when necessary and that wasn't often. Mordechai didn't like to be challenged, especially not by people he considered beneath him. The women who warmed his bed knew better than to step out of line. He cared only for himself and his family. No one else mattered.

But when his mother offered Vanessa a job, she had no choice but to take it. She needed the money to finally leave the city.

She had no intention of getting involved with the arrogant man who was now her boss.

But Mordechai knew there was something about her, something different, and he wasn't going to stop until he satisfied his curiosity.

Serena Hale thought she had finally built a quiet life for herself—one where her past, her family’s mistakes, and her father’s debts wouldn’t define her. But when her father’s financial troubles drag her into a marriage contract with Adrian Vale, a cold and devastatingly handsome billionaire heir, her fragile world shatters.
To the outside world, they are a perfect couple: glamorous, untouchable, and united. In reality, Serena and Adrian are strangers bound by obligation, their relationship defined by rules, tension, and restraint. He is ruthless, emotionally distant, and used to controlling everyone around him. She is quiet, observant, and fiercely protective of the small autonomy she has left. Every interaction is a battle between control and resistance, pride and vulnerability, fear and desire.
As they navigate public appearances, family scrutiny, and the constraints of their forced union, unexpected emotions begin to stir. Their hostility slowly transforms into understanding, and resentment gives way to longing—but every step toward connection is fraught with danger. Secrets from both their pasts threaten to unravel the fragile trust forming between them, and Serena soon realizes that love in this arrangement comes at a high cost.
When betrayal and scandal push them to the breaking point, Serena must decide whether to fight for the life she wants or surrender to the man who has slowly captured her heart. And Adrian must confront the truth: love cannot be forced, earned, or bought—it must be chosen.
Bound to a Man I Never Chose is a slow-burn billionaire romance about trust, power, emotional resilience, and the courage it takes to claim your own life, even when every choice feels impossible.

In order to rush to comfort his assistant whose apartment was leaking, Richard signed his name hastily without even glancing at the documents on the table.
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"

"Aveline Ashkaar." Rhaedon's voice was low as his golden eyes held mine. "The moment you offered yourself to become my Luna, everything about you became mine. Your life, your obedience, your blood... including the abilities that flow through it."

He paused, his gaze never leaving mine.

"And I don't share what's mine."

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I died on my son's death anniversary, betrayed by the man I'd devoted my entire life to, and the woman who stood by, smiling as I took my last breath… was my very own sister.

When I opened my eyes again, I was five years in the past—before the betrayal, before my death and before the beginning of it all.

This time, I refused to marry the man who destroyed me.

Instead, I walked straight into the arms of the only man the entire Empire feared—Crown Prince Alpha Rhaedon Ashkaar.

Rhaedon was everything Lucien wasn't.

Dangerous. Competent. Powerful.

And the perfect weapon for my revenge.

He wanted the throne. I wanted vengeance.

It should have been the perfect alliance, but revenge was never that simple.

With every step I took toward my revenge, another secret from my first life came to light. The deeper I dug, the more I realized I wasn't the only one playing this game.

And by the time I uncovered the truth...

Walking away from Rhaedon Ashkaar was no longer an option.

The first birthday after we finally made up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to know," Marissa said, one hand resting on her stomach, her smile dripping with triumph, "if you'll be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could."
Rachel's world shattered.
For three years, she had been the perfect Mrs. Voss, gentle, obedient, and endlessly devoted. She believed love could soften Bryce's cold heart... until he walked in with his pregnant mistress and erased her without a second thought.
Declared infertile. Branded a burden. Cast aside like she meant nothing.
When Bryce demanded a divorce, Rachel asked for just fourteen days. Fourteen days to hold onto the life she had built, to pretend her marriage hadn't already died.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't care.
But the moment she hit rock bottom, another man stepped in.
"A contract marriage," he said, his gaze dark with intent. "One year. You become my wife... and I'll make him beg for the woman he threw away."
Dangerous. Ruthless. A man who doesn't love, only claims.
"Unlike Bryce," he murmured, stepping closer, "I don't discard what belongs to me."
This time, Rachel won't beg to be chosen.
She'll rise. She'll take everything they stripped from her. And she'll become a woman Bryce Voss can never touch again.
So when he finally realizes the truth... when he's the one begging at her feet...
Will she walk away or make him suffer the way he made her break?

His ex‑mate had come back.
The one he’d loved before our pack arranged this bond.
I was just the contract wife.
I knew my place. So I laid the divorce papers on his desk, calm and final.
“Sign it. You don’t need me anymore.”
He stared at me like I’d grown a second head.
Then his jaw tightened, that wolf dominance flaring in his eyes—raw, territorial, furious.
He stepped close, caging me against the wall, his voice a low, dangerous growl.
“Need you? I don’t need you. I own you.
You think you get to choose when this bond ends?
You don’t run. You don’t leave.
You don’t get to divorce me. Not now. Not ever.
You’re mine!"

James Johnson bought me from the black market for five million.
I went from being a mercenary to his bodyguard, and also his plaything to satisfy his desires.
Countless intimate nights gradually changed the nature of our relationship.
Until he risked his life to save me during a gang shootout.
His restrained feelings finally broke free, and he proposed to me.
But today, five years later.
Right after James took control of the Johnson Family, he quickly got engaged to Julia, the daughter of the Smith Family, the biggest arms dealer.
I confronted him, only to overhear his conversation with a friend.
"I told Sophia I'd marry her just to make her give everything for me, even die for me. After all, those brothers fighting me for the inheritance are all crazy."
His friend laughed. "But she's risked her life for you for six years. That's pretty cold."
"Doesn't matter. With her background, she was never fit to be a mafia heir's wife anyway."
I stood outside the door and let out a bitter laugh.
Back in my room, I contacted Marshall Johnson.
"I promised to keep James safe until he became head of the Johnson Family. The mission's complete now. Please give me my freedom as agreed."

Lena Sawyer’s world crumbles in one brutal night when she caught Wes, her boyfriend cheating on her. Heartbroken and reckless, she stumbles into the arms of a stranger—dangerously older, devastatingly powerful, and far too tempting for her own good. One kiss is enough to set her soul on fire.
But when the haze clears, Lena discovers the stranger isn’t just anyone. He’s her new boss. A man with rules carved in stone. A man she has no business wanting—her ex’s father.
Sebastian Lancaster built an empire by controlling everything—and everyone—around him. But Lena tests every boundary he swore never to cross. She’s too young, too forbidden, and far too irresistible.
What starts as stolen glances and simmering tension spirals into nights that blur the line between pleasure and ruin. And the deeper they fall, the higher the risk: his empire, her career, and a desire that could burn them both alive.
Age-gap. Off-limits. Irresistible.

It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.

I still remember the day when I came to live in this house after my parent's death.

I still remember the day when he suddenly barged inside my room. I was so shocked because of his sudden appearance in my room. He locked the door and started coming in my direction with a pissed face. I knew that I was in danger by looking at his angry. I knew that I should run away at this moment and hide somewhere but I can't move my body.

Bloody hell, my body is held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes.

With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold stare. The next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.

"Who was that man with whom you were laughing and talking, Jane. Tell me who the hell he was” listening to his demanding voice shiver ran through my body but I kept my eyes close. “Answer me, Jane, who was he,” he shouted in anger causing tears to form in my closed eyes.

H-e-he saw me with him.

It was the only thought that was running in my brain. I knew I was in danger. Now, what I will do is the biggest question for me. The memory of that atrocious day still causes a shiver to run through my spine.

Suddenly someone was pulling my arm taking me out of my thoughts. I found myself standing In front of the airport to receive the devil of my life.

Yes, you heard it right.

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

Pregnant and abandoned. This is what Dionne experienced when she loved and trusted too much in someone without a standpoint. With a shattered heart she got up and went on living alone. But it got to the point where she fell in love again.
Can she gamble again in the name of love or will she never let herself fall for someone and get hurt again?

I have made many mistakes in my life.
Some couldn’t be helped.
Others were part of growing.

But there is one that has haunted me for years. The biggest one was breaking my best friend’s heart, the love of my life, all because my family convinced me she wasn’t enough, and I convinced myself I wasn’t ready to settle down.

Now, here I am five years later, going to come face-to-face with her at a mutual friend’s wedding, and I am not prepared to see her. I broke her heart, and I am sure she still hates me. I didn’t expect seeing her with another man would hurt this much.

I soon realised that the perfect relationship she wants everyone to believe she has is nothing but a lie. She deserves better, and I will do whatever it takes to become that person for her.

"If you ask me, I can shorten your imprisonment period. But you have to ask nicely," Sebastian Crowley said with a sly grin.
"Mr. Crowley, you should be more careful when having one-night stands with women," Vivienne Scully retorted coolly. She had promised herself that the night with Sebastian was purely for revenge. Why was he still pestering her? Did he think he had fallen in love with her?