1126 Book(s) Related to Command Me, Mr. CEO

Faith only wanted a quiet life in Zambales—teaching, caring for her child Jairee, and burying the pain of her past. But when Austin, her first love, suddenly returns, her world is turned upside down. A desperate agreement forces her into a cold marriage where silence and distance cut deeper than any wound.

Complicated family secrets begin to unravel: a manipulative mother-in-law, a hidden twin brother, lost loves, betrayals, and revelations that threaten to destroy everything Faith holds dear. With Jairee’s life at the center of a dangerous web of lies and vengeance, Faith must summon the strength to fight for her child, her love, and her dignity.

But in a world where every truth hides another deception, can Faith and Austin ever truly find peace—and a love strong enough to survive the past?

It was supposed to be nothing more than a night of raw, filthy need.

She was wild, irresistible, and gone before morning. Exactly how Royce Denis liked it. Until she became the one woman he couldn’t erase from his mind.

Weeks later, she walks into his office, wrapped in a pencil skirt and a tight blouse that screams sin. But when Royce Denis, the cold and commanding billionaire CEO, confronts her, she stares at him like he’s lost his mind.

Because he has.

This isn’t the woman he shared the night with.

Elizabeth Wakefield is the quiet twin, sweet, brilliant, and desperate to keep the job she worked so hard to get. She has no idea that her dangerously seductive boss is confusing her with Jessica, her scandalous, impulsive sister.

Royce’s gaze lingers too long. His voice is a low, sharp blade of accusation. His kisses threaten to shatter the secrets she doesn’t even understand.

And when Jessica returns, hungry for more than just attention, Elizabeth is caught in a dangerous game of mistaken identity, ruthless seduction, and twisted obsession that could ruin them all.

She wasn’t supposed to fall for him.
He wasn’t supposed to crave her.

But in a world of lies and temptation, the wrong twin might be the only one who can make him lose control.

Amelie thought she had lost everything when her husband died, until she witnessed something that could cost her daughter’s life. After seeing the cold-blooded CEO Aaron Vargas commit a brutal murder, she is forced into a hollow marriage to buy his silence—and her safety.

Trapped in a CEO with a dark secret Amelie begins to see the cracks in Aaron’s icy mask. But as forbidden sparks fly, a devastating truth emerges: the man she is learning to love is the same man linked to the tragedy that destroyed her first marriage. In a world of shadows and twins, Amelie must decide if love can truly grow from the seeds of betrayal.

"I don't do gentle, Constantine. I don't make love. I fuck, I claim, and I own. Still want this?"
My breath hitched as his hand wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just... possessing. "Yes."
"Good girl."
It started with spilled coffee and ended with my world on fire.
Wyatt Gorshkovsky is everything I should fear: ruthless CEO, mafia prince, and the man who's been watching me from the shadows since that night I don't remember. The night he first tasted me. Claimed me. Marked me as his.
His offer is simple and filthy: Be his secretary. Be his stress relief. Be his dirty secret. In return, he'll erase every debt that's suffocating me.
I signed because I'm desperate. Because my father's dying and my mother's care costs more than I'll ever make. Because sometimes survival means selling your soul to the devil in a three-piece suit.
But Wyatt didn't just buy my body...he's consuming my mind. His obsession is suffocating, addictive, and the only thing keeping me breathing.
Until I discover the truth: He's the reason my father is dying. His family wants me eliminated. And the baby growing inside me is the only thing standing between love and murder.
Rule #1: Don't fall in love.
Too late. We're both already burning.

She was the eldest daughter of the Collins family, but fate had her grow up in an orphanage until she finally reached adulthood.

Her biological parents suddenly appeared and claimed they wanted to take her back home. Little did she know that their true intention was for her to take the blame for a hit-and-run accident caused by none other than her twin sister, Stella Collins.

Interestingly enough, both sisters were identical twins with even their DNA being an exact match.

Today is the day she is released from prison.

When she just returned home, she saw her boyfriend and sister having sex on the sofa.

What is even more appalling is that her family has coerced her into marrying a terrible man for the sake of her sister. Nicholas Johnson, is blind and violent personality. There were rumors that he had killed five wives, and the five women were abused by him.

However, in fact, he is the most perfect man she has ever seen, and she was even spoiled by him.

"Baby, from now on, no matter who dares to hurt you, I will make sure they have nowhere to be buried.” he said.

Three years ago, Michael Smith was severely injured in a car accident and fell into a coma. The doctors said he was as good as a vegetable. His first love didn't hesitate to leave for further studies abroad. Meanwhile, I was forced into a marriage of convenience with him, arranged by his grandmother, so that I could take care of my sick mother. When he woke up, his first love had returned to the country, and I found myself pregnant. We went through morning sickness and the hardships of a ten-month pregnancy together. But then he filed for divorce, forcing me to leave with nothing. I struggled to pursue a career as a painter while carrying the pregnancy to term. Little did I know that his grandmother's will stipulated that all the assets originally meant for him would be given to me and the baby in my womb.

A deafening crack split the air.
GUNSHOT.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.
When I was at most desperate, my fiancé crushed me by rescuing my sister right before my eyes.
After waking up in the hospital, I faced ridicule from my parents and criticism from my fiancé. My only comfort was the twins, whose father—the handsome CEO of both the hotel and hospital—reminded me of that fateful night years ago when I was set up and left with no options.
I've hit rock bottom now. It's time to reclaim everything that's rightfully mine: the company my mother left before her suspicious death, the truth behind the scheme against me years ago, and justice for my lost children.

When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper.
Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn’t love her, but that was the last straw for the camel’s back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore.
When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression,
"Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce."
The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.

Olivia is the nerdy girl hopelessly in love with her best friend's brother - the charming, perfect and unattainable Christopher. She knows she has no chance - after all, every girl dreams of being with him, and she's just the plain, freckle-faced girl that everyone overlooks.
Christopher can have any girl he wants... but his heart belongs to the shy, bookish girl no one notices. When he finally confesses his feelings, it feels like a dream come true... until he breaks her heart and disappears from her life.
Years later, Olivia's life is far from simple. Determined to find a new direction, she applied for a prestigious position at the most powerful company in the city: Silver Enterprises. Little does she know that her new boss is none other than Christopher - the man who shattered her heart.
But Christopher is not the man Olivia remembers. There's something dark, mysterious, and otherworldly about him now. As they're drawn back into each other's orbit, she'll uncover secrets that go far beyond their past... and find that their destinies are more intertwined than she ever imagined.

Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress.
Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident.
Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up there? Who brought her there?
***"He's only a friend"
"You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!”Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them.
“W-what are you doing ?”Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion.
Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips.

"Even if you are my wife, you have no right to control anything! You are nothing but collateral. Your father could not pay his debt, so he sold you to me!"
"Fine, then divorce me right now. I do not mind. I will leave this place this very second."
"It will not be that easy. You will stay here and be a servant in this house!"
I smiled faintly, stepping closer until our faces were level.
"Oh? You mean a servant who also serves you in bed, my husband?"
Emelia Perez has spent twenty-five years invisible in her own home, unloved and overlooked, while her younger sister, Bianca, soaked up every ounce of her parents' affection. In that house, Emelia is nothing but a shadow, her energy drained by endless servitude.
One night, her life shatters completely. Her father, drowning in debt, offers her as collateral to the formidable President Samuel De Leon. Without hesitation, Emelia agrees. To her, marrying a man rumored to be cruel, unpredictable, and disabled by a tragic accident is freedom itself. She would rather face a monster than remain trapped in her family's prison.
But the De Leon palace holds a secret. Samuel is nothing like the rumors. His beauty is lethal, his presence commanding, his heart icy and unyielding. Emelia thought she was gaining freedom, but under Samuel's rule, she finds herself once again a servant, caught between fear, desire, and the dangerous power he wields.
In a world where secrets fester behind every door, can Emelia claim the life she longs for, or has she merely stepped from one cage into another?

“I will give you everything, money, and luxury goods but with one laden."
"What's that?"
"Marry me by the contract, and you will get whatever you want!"
Adeline, a 21-year-old girl, is a medical student who can't afford her tuition.
Smith is a 26-year-old man, CEO of a large company.
Their relationship began in a contract marriage which was considered to be beneficial for both of them.
As time went by, they seemed to have a tender feeling for each other. But at the same time, more secrets and problems from the past came to the surface, especially the appearance of Smith's ex that shook their relationship.
Slowly Adeline started to waver, did she have to endure the cold of their "marriage"?

“ I am sorry but I couldn’t fight it anymore,” he whispered next to her ears,“You are so hot. I miss you.”

She was on his lap, and she was going upside down in his c**ck while he was holding her waist supporting her to get in and out of his shaft in her cavern.

He saw when she bit her lower lip as if she was trying to stop herself from shouting.

What he did was he suck her breasts as she went up and down in his d*ck.

"Oh... Levi! I'm coming…" Amelia screamed while her hands were on his shoulders.

"Come baby, as I'm coming too.." He yelled and went on one last thrust.


After bagging the gold medal from the SEA games held in Korea, Levi was welcomed by the loud shout of the people as he arrived at the airport. His family along with fiancé Cameron Fuentebella were all there waiting for him.

He felt like he was the luckiest man on earth especially when Cameron Fuentebella said “yes” after he asked her to marry him in front of the public as soon as he got off the plane.

Twist of events that never entered Levi's mind turned his world around. The night that he arrived back home, he met with an accident. His dream that he thought was already just one step away from him became impossible to reach. Suddenly, he didn’t know what turn he should take in his life.

Six months to recover, that was what the doctor told him but how could it be possible if continuous or unfortunate events happened in his life.

And all of those times, Cameron was missing in action. What happened to the woman to whom he was supposedly sharing the rest of his life?

Deciding to get back the broken pieces of his life, Levi started his physical session where he met his first love, Amelia Chavez.

What’s fate in store for Levi, Cameron and Amelia? Who would be with Levi and swim against the waves of life? Who would be with him until he reached the victory that he was dreaming of?

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

I was a penniless nobody looked down upon by everyone. My wife was bullied along with me because of that. People treated us like beggars, bullying us as they pleased, forcing me to lick their toes, and making me eat with dogs.
Then one day, a stranger came to me and said, "Your father left you a fortune of five hundred billion dollars..."

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
In the previous life, she disliked him and avoided him. This time around, Adelaide wants to kiss, cuddle, and hug Sebastian every day.
"Bullying my husband? I'll poke your eyes out."
"My husband isn't handsome?"
Believe it or not, I'll blind you. Save you from having a pair of useless eyes.
Rumors have it that Sebastian, the heir of the Manners family, is physically and mentally weak, with his life hanging by a thread.
Adelaide, the sixth wife to marry into the family, is a fool?
No, who started this rumor? Isn't this rumor too exaggerated?
Is Adelaide a top doctor or a national goddess? Who knows?
Those strikingly handsome long legs belong to Sebastian?
Alright!
It's one thing for Sebastian to be wealthy, but to be both wealthy and handsome, that's just too much!
Adelaide being pretty is one thing, but being pretty with a sparkling and intelligent brain is just excessive."

Fifteen years of believing his lies. I played the perfect, innocent fiancée, only to discover he was sleeping with his sister-in-law and plotting to have me drugged and ruined on our wedding eve. Six years later, when I finally slammed the divorce papers on his desk, I thought I was free.

But instead of signing, my cheating ex-husband dropped to his knees, his eyes dark with a sudden, twisted obsession.

"Aviah, I was wrong. I'll give you everything. Just come back to me."

I laughed softly, leaning into the broad chest of the masked male escort standing beside me. "Why would I want your pathetic money, August? Since you couldn't be a real man, I hired one who actually knows how to satisfy me."

I walked away, ready to leave him in the dust. But as my hidden identity as a top aristocrat's long-lost heiress is exposed, my ex-husband’s regret turns into madness.

Worse? The "cheap escort" I've been paying to protect me turns out to be the city's most ruthless billionaire CEO... and the secret father of my five-year-old twins.

Will my ex-husband survive the wrath of the woman he once scorned, and what happens when the billionaire realizes I've been treating him like a cheap toy?

On our first wedding anniversary, I walked into my husband's office and found him having sex with my best friend.

He didn't even apologize. Instead, claiming he was disgusted that I hadn't produced an heir in a year of marriage, he threw divorce papers in my face.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my new husband—Cassian Vitiello, the Godfather of the North American underworld.

Vincent ran into me at the docks. He handed me a business card, offering me a job as a nanny for his mistress's son.

What he didn't know was that the woman he was mocking was now the Donna—the woman the entire East Coast underground feared.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

Seven years ago, my wife and son committed perjury in court, conspiring to send me to a high-security prison, all so they could elope with that fraudster.
Seven years later, I was released.
My ex-wife, with her son, arrogantly tossed a business card onto my faded work clothes:
"Go kowtow to my new husband and apologize, and I'll give you a waiter's job."
Little did she know that just hours later, at a top-tier financial summit across America, her seemingly untouchable new husband was kneeling at my feet like a dog.
And her proud multi-billion dollar empire was nothing more than garbage I could crush with a flick of my finger.

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

Alexander pinned Sophia to the wall, his cock thrust in her pussy. Her body shook as he bit her breast, rough with frustration, but still gentle.
Sophia had sacrificed a lot for him, even destroying her sense of smell. But all she got in return was his cold indifference.
The night his first love returned to the country, Sophia threw the divorce papers at him."Give me two months," he said, and tore them up. "I promise you'll fall in love with me."
The contract's weight and his first love's shadow trapped her deeper in this love game.

Betrayed. Three years of love dead in an instant. I walked in on Adrian fucking my stepsister Sophia in the parking garage—her legs wrapped around him, his BMW fogged and rocking, her smirk cruel and triumphant.

"Better than her?" she moaned.

"So much better," he grunted.

My world shattered. Then everything fell apart: my father framed, his suicide attempt, suffocating medical bills. Drunk and broken, I let Sebastian—a cold, dominant billionaire—take me hard.

Next morning, a six-month contract: he erases my debts, saves my father, and I'm his property—his to own, his to fuck, whenever he pleases.

I thought it was just a deal, never expecting it hid a twenty-year bond. By day, a cold, untouchable Wall Street tycoon. By night, feral, insatiable, rough yet worshipful—consumed by a decades-long obsession.

He destroys my enemies, uncovers every lie, keeps me locked in his grip. When he drives into me, deep and relentless, his voice ragged against my neck: "I've been searching for you for twenty years, Emma. This cunt is mine. This body is mine. Every fucking breath you take belongs to me. Don't you dare run."

This deal-born possession—ruin or fate? The truth hits: he's loved me all along, waited, burned, just to claim me completely.

"And where the hell is the supposed assistant?"" He angrily asked.
"I'm here."" A soft voice answered shyly. There was something about the voice that was oddly familiar.
He was ready to fire the person until he turned around to find no one other than Shayan West, a woman he heavily despised.
Her heart was pounding in her chest loudly as she stared at him, it was him, standing in front of her after five years.
Everything was going great for Shayan until her new boss arrived. What happens when her new boss turns out to be no one other than Kel Adrios, the man who caused so much drama in her life. Would she continue working or quit? Will they overcome their misunderstanding and start a new or loose their love to revenge? After all it takes two to tango and the more you hate, the more you fall in love.
Read to find out. You will experience a surge of emotions and your heart strings will be played like a guitar chord."

"Look how wet you are," Philip growled, his cock thrusting deep. "I'm not interested."

Catherine smiled. "It doesn't matter, so long as I'm intrigued by you," she whispered, stroking his cock, sliding onto him with a slow, teasing grind, her soaked pussy gripping him tightly.

Motivated by revenge, Catherine Levin used herself as bait to trap the ruthless tycoon Philip Foster in a web of desire and deceit.

As his beloved ex returned, he cast Catherine aside. However, her drunken confession revealed her true identity: the innocent girl he had known eight years prior.

What else could this woman be hiding?

An accident left him mentally impaired, but for three years he loved me—gentle, steady, impossibly attentive.

Then he recovered—and all I got was his cold back.

If love can vanish, why keep holding on?

My palm settles on my belly.
"Baby," I whisper, "do we just file for the divorce?"

Five years ago, my world shattered in a single night.

On my wedding anniversary, I discovered my husband, Rowan Whittaker, in the arms of his ambitious subordinate—Serena, who was carrying his child. Within hours, my family's tech empire collapsed under Rowan's betrayal, and my father was left comatose after a ruthless corporate coup. Broken, pregnant, and hunted by secrets, I fled overseas, seeking refuge from the unseen enemies who destroyed my world.

Now I'm back in Los Angeles—not as the naive heiress everyone remembers, but as H.S., a quantum chip expert known for playing hard and winning harder. I'm not alone; my twin children, sharp and cunning, are my greatest allies.

I know exactly what I need to do: uncover the truth behind my father's fall, reclaim my family's legacy, and make Rowan pay for every lie and betrayal. But in the world of high-stakes tech, revenge is never simple. As old flames reignite and new enemies surface, I discover that even the perfect plan for vengeance comes with complications I never expected...

Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress.

Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident.

Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up here ? Who brought her here?


"He's only a friend"

"You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!” Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them.

“W-what are you doing ?” Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion.

Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips.

"Joanna, you can't escape!" Sebastian roars, gripping my wrist and yanking me against his chest. His lips crush mine—raw and searing—stealing the air from my lungs. I fight him, but my body betrays me, trapped between shame and a hunger I can't explain. Through tears, I whisper, "Am I just Elodie's ghost to you? Or something you own?" His eyes darken, silencing me with a kiss that leaves me hating myself for wanting more.

I'm Joanna Bennett, struggling to pay my mother's medical bills when Sebastian King stormed into my life because I resemble his dead girlfriend. He rules his empire with ruthless control, treating me like a pawn. At night, I hear him call her name, his voice breaking in ways it never does with me.

My brother Daniel watches with quiet rage, while Sebastian's enigmatic brother Zayne’s sudden interest feels far from innocent. Soon, I uncover shocking lies about my own past that threaten everything.

When Sebastian announces his engagement, I shatter—then he drags me to mansion, locking the door, reminding me what’ll happen to my mother’s care if I leave.

His fiancée Ava cuts me down with cruel jabs. Then Daniel’s journal reveals a forbidden love that broke him, destroying us both.

Until Sebastian finds me at our lakeside, dropping to his knees: “I was wrong.”

Can I forgive him—or myself if I do?

Freya's an alien, from planet Eris. She came to Earth to live, and from the planet bureau system, they gave her a new identity. Daughter of the Quinn’s. On the day she came here, a mistake happened, and she almost lost her life but was saved by Ash. That's why when her “supposedly” sister escaped, she got married to Ash on her behalf.

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

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

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

Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.
That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.
While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.
All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:
"I'm busy."
And then… silence.
She waited.
And waited.
Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.
He never came.
Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.
Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:
Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.
The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.
And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:
Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

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.

He wandered the world like a lost soul, wanting to die but unable to.
He killed the only girl who had sincerely accepted him, loneliness was his punishment.
He drifted aimlessly, gradually forgetting the taste of food, beginning to savor the beauty of drinking blood,
No longer caring about the disdainful and fearful looks from people, no longer caring about anything at all,
But no matter how hard he tried to forget,
The regret from years ago could never be shaken off, following him like a shadow,
Just when he thought he might go mad from extreme loneliness,
He met a girl,
Her eyes resembled those of the girl in his deep memories,
When she boldly stabbed a silver sword into his chest while on the bed,
He didn't know whether he would fall into hell, or into a river of love...

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

I'm Sophie White, an orphan who was arranged to marry Bay City's most powerful devil—the ruthless, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome Adam Foster.

"Adam, please..." I whimpered as his touch set my body aflame. From the bathroom to his massive bed, he claimed me relentlessly until dawn, leaving me breathless and burning with desire.

But beneath our passionate nights lurked a terrifying reality. My fairy tale marriage became a nightmare of obsession and control. He monitored my every move, threatened my unborn child, and kept me prisoner in his golden cage.

Everything changed the night he led me to his secret basement—a chamber of horrors where his own father had tortured him for five years. As I stared at the chains and shadows of his past, I finally glimpsed the broken soul behind those cold eyes.

Was this vulnerability real? Or was I falling deeper into the trap of Bay City's most dangerous predator?

Just when I thought I knew all his secrets, I discovered something that would shatter both our worlds forever...