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"I will marry her, but I will never give her my heart."
Elara Hart enters her marriage to billionaire heir Aaron Blackwood knowing it is nothing more than a contract, a union built on power and convenience rather than love. What she does not expect is how quickly she will become invisible in her own marriage, living beside a husband who belongs emotionally to another woman.
Aaron is cold, distant, and untouchable. His silence is heavier than words, and his indifference is constant. The memory of the woman he once loved lingers between them, making Elara feel like an intruder in a life she was never meant to enter.
Yet Elara is not as fragile as she appears. As a plus size woman who has spent her life being overlooked and judged, she carries a quiet strength that refuses to break. Slowly, she begins to affect Aaron in ways neither of them can control.
Just as their fragile distance begins to shift, a scandal shatters everything. Humiliated and betrayed, Elara disappears without a trace.
Her vanishing forces buried secrets within the Blackwood family to surface, revealing a history of obsession, betrayal, and a tragedy long hidden. As Aaron searches for her, he realizes she was never just an unwanted wife.
She may be the only one who can expose the truth.
And someone has been watching her all along.

"Why are you here, Carly? What brings you all the way to Russia?" Landon inquired, a hint of concern in his voice.

"Tell me, are you working with those agents, perhaps, mingling in some thrilling covert operation?" he pressed further, his eyes welling up with tears, gripping Carly's arm.

"You're my girlfriend, Carly. You shouldn't be keeping secrets from me!" Landon shouted, his voice filled with frustration and hurt, his grip tightening.

"Pretended girlfriend, remember? But don't worry, love, our secret mission awaits!" Carly corrected gently, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.


Landon, a wealthy tech mogul plagued by a genetic disorder, uncovers a hidden past that connects him to a clandestine organization, yet his life lacks one vital element: true love.

When he hires Carly as his secretary, their paths unexpectedly intertwine, leading them on a thrilling journey.

However, their blossoming love is put to the test as Carly's past resurfaces, putting their lives in jeopardy. With unexpected twists lurking at every turn, Landon must confront his own secrets and make a heart-wrenching choice between love and his covert mission.

Will they find solace in each other amidst the chaotic circumstances, or will their concealed truths drive them apart?

Caitlin Humphries never expected a simple charity ball to change her life. Given a last-minute invitation by her boss, she steps into a world of glittering gowns and powerful people—completely unaware that one dance would spark something far greater than a fleeting night. There, she meets Arion McCallen, the enigmatic billionaire behind one of the world’s leading IT empires. From the moment he lays eyes on her, Arion is captivated by the mysterious woman who seems so out of place among the elite. But just as quickly as she appears, Caitlin vanishes without a trace. Fate, however, has other plans. When Caitlin unexpectedly shows up at Arion’s house—this time as a temporary household assistant—the sparks reignite. But nothing is as simple as it seems. Behind the façade of a fake relationship, family secrets, and hidden identities, their connection deepens… and so do the consequences. What begins as a chance encounter soon unravels into a whirlwind of desire, betrayal, and a truth neither of them ever saw coming

"Why?" she muttered as tears welled up in her eyes, "Why did you do it?"

He said nothing, and only picked up a document and stretched it to her.

Boldly written on it is ‘Divorce Agreement’.

She raised her eyes to him, studying him through blurry vision, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Clarissa is back," he said with a straight face.

"Clarissa is back... that’s why you sent me to another man’s bed so that you can have enough evidence to divorce?" she thought to herself, not having enough guts to say it out to his face.

Vanessa never thought that one day she would be sent to another man's bed by her husband.

And the purpose of her husband is just to force her to divorce.

Her heart was so broken that she signed the divorce agreement. However, an accident reminded her of her true identity, Sophia Blake, the heiress of the Blake Family.

What will happen when Sophia Blake came back?
Read to find out.

For twenty-two years, Emily believed she was unwanted. She'd been abandoned at birth and raised in a quiet orphanage. She'd thought she was forgotten.

Until the day a black car pulls up and billionaire tycoon Victor Hale claims her as his daughter. Emily is overjoyed. But soon, she discovers he didn’t come with love. Instead, He came with a contract.

Within days, Emily is thrust into an arranged marriage with Adrian Cross, the country’s most ruthless and untouchable billionaire. Cold and calculating. A man who destroys enemies without blinking.

She thought she could at least be loved here. But he makes one thing clear: He doesn’t want a wife and he will never love her.

Their marriage is nothing but a business merger… or so Emily thinks.

Because behind Adrian’s icy silence lies a dangerous secret. One that could destroy her father. One that could change Emily’s entire identity. One that proves she was never meant to be Victor Hale’s daughter.

When betrayal, corporate warfare, and a shocking kidnapping threaten to tear everything apart, Emily must decide who her true enemy is.

The father who used her? Or the husband who might be risking everything to protect her?

In a world of power, lies, and stolen empires, love is the most dangerous gamble of all and this time, the heiress is done being a pawn.

"Katty," he moaned against my lips.
My world cracked.
One kiss was all it took to make Narda lose her breath and everything she thought she understood.
After a night of passion with Axle Carrington, Narda never imagined she would be hired to care for his grieving young son. Narda promised herself she would never cross the line. But living under the same roof as Axle Carrington meant sharing space, routines, and unspoken silences charged with longing. When his touch finally came, it wasn't gentle, desperate, hungry. Brutal in its honesty.
And then… he whispered another woman's name.
Katty. His dead wife.
Now, Narda is caught in a twisted web of memory and desire. Axle's grief is a cage, and Narda? She might just be the key he's too ashamed to turn. But how do you love a man who sees you as a ghost of the woman he lost? And how do you walk away from a little boy who calls you "mummy"?
Now in a house haunted by grief and guarded hearts, can two broken souls survive the pull of something that feels dangerously close to love?

“My name is Isabela Darius, and for five years I’ve kept a secret that could change everything.”

I knew crossing paths with Gabriel Castellano again would be dangerous. He’s not just an arrogant and controlling billionaire; he’s also the man who broke my heart—and the father of the child he doesn’t know exists.

I had a plan: keep my head down, stay invisible, and move on with my life. But the moment our eyes met that night, I knew fate had other plans. Gabriel has always been ruthless, and now he’s determined to uncover what I’m hiding.

Between his anger, my guilt, and the undeniable love still lingering between us, one thing is certain: secrets don’t stay buried forever.

And mine is about to be exposed.

In the story of Forbidden Desire, Brandon Henderson and Emma Coleman find out they have a very strong chemistry. Brandon, torn between his love for Emma, the age gap between them and his loyalty to his best friend Emma's father, makes a difficult decision to distance himself from Emma. When they reunite years later, their love rekindled, leading to a passionate night that results in a pregnancy and a child. Tensions rise and a conflict ensues, Brandon and Emma's bond remains unbreakable. However, tragedy strikes, leaving Emma in a state of amnesia. Brandon could not jog her memory. As Emma embarks on a journey of self-discovery, unaware of the love and children she and Brandon have. Will Emma's memories finally lead her back to Brandon, or will she marry Kaiden, a man who claims they are lovers before the accident occurred?

"We've been together for three years. We married in Germany in spring."
"Three years… You said residency. You said you couldn't leave her chemo."
"I couldn't. You were doing fine without me. Better, actually. I think God gave her that illness so you'd stay busy while I figured myself out."


I kept his secret for six years. Every time someone asked where my husband was, I said Germany. I said residency. I said he was building something for us.
I believed it because Zoe was sick and I could not afford to fall apart. I found out at a restaurant. He walked in with her, his hand on her back, her ring on his finger.
He looked at me the way you look at someone you have already decided does not matter. He said Zoe's illness was God's way of keeping me occupied while he moved on.
I signed the papers. I left. I did not let him see me break.
Fourteen months later my daughter was accepted into the Harlow Foundation's post-cancer program and I walked into that building for her. Not for me. The way I have done everything for six years.
I did not plan for Ethan.
I did not plan for the way he speaks to my daughter before he ever speaks to me, or the way he looks at me like I am something worth being patient for. I did not plan to find out his sister is the woman my husband left me for.
He says he is not going anywhere. I have heard that before. But Ethan Harlow is not Daniel. And I am not the woman who waited in silence anymore. I am just learning what comes next.

"Be my woman and warm my bed," he said, with a smirk.
"And you must follow the terms."
The terms: no pregnancy, always remind him to use protection, constant permission for even the simplest things—even visits to her sick mom—and never denying him intimacy.
Sophie Thompson should have walked away. She should have told him where to shove his suffocating terms.
But when her mother's life hangs in the balance, Sophie signs away her freedom to the masked billionaire whose kiss feels like sin and whose touch makes her tremble. She thought it would be just a deal. She thought she could survive his world of wealth and power.
She was wrong.
Because Julian has secrets buried in darkness, an ex-fiancée who wants him back, and a past that could destroy them both.
And when Sophie breaks the one rule she never meant to—falling for him—she'll learn the deadly truth that hides behind the billionaire's mask.

Fayre is a provincial girl with a simple dream: to give her parents and younger sister a good and wonderful life. Driven by that desire, she moves to the big city to find a better job. She lands a job as a housemaid for a famous and powerful family. Her days inside the mansion go smoothly, and everyone treats her well. Eventually, without realizing it, she falls in love with her employer’s son. She never expected that her simple admiration would turn into a romance.

Their relationship lasts in secret for a year, until one day Rihav himself announces that he is engaged to the daughter of his father's business partner. Fayre's world shatters upon hearing the announcement directly from Rihav. Devastated, she leaves the Madrigal mansion—running away not just on her own, but carrying Rihav's child.

Vivienne Payton is a 19 years old girl with endless beauty, she was raised in an orphanage, she knew nothing of her birth parents or who brought her to such a place but at the age of ten, she was thrown out for a crime she didn't commit, she never thought life was easy but she made sure she worked hard her entire life to give herself a better life and future but for how long when life problems presented themselves, bringing her back to the reality that she was all alone with no one to call her own but for a successful future she was willing to do anything including being the billionaire's Surrogate, he was broken, betrayed and disappointed and 9 months with him changed everything
"I'm only doing this for money...that's the important thing to me"
She needed it but what happens when her fate is twisted, what started fine turned serious. What if feelings and the heart are involved, will Vivienne be able to reach her goal of being successful or will she embrace her new life, will Victor ever get over his wife's death and accept love for the second time?

A MUST read d story full of, drama, lies, betrayal, hot romance, forbidden passion, and a possessive Male Lead.

Love was never meant to be part of the bargain. But some desires can’t be silenced… and some destinies can’t be denied.


Seraphina Caldwell’s life is destroyed in a single night: her mother murdered, her father betrayed, and her future stolen by men who see her as nothing more than a commodity. Thrown into a world of danger and deceit, she fights to hold on to hope, even when survival means becoming a maid in a billionaire’s mansion far from home.

Damien Harrington lives by rules: wealth, power, and control. But when Seraphina enters his world, fragile yet defiant, she becomes the one rule he cannot keep. She is temptation, danger, and a secret that could bring his empire to its knees. Yet with enemies closing in, Damien must choose... protect the life he was born to rule, or the woman he was never supposed to love.

She knelt in the pouring rain, pounding on my glass door, covered in mud, her voice hoarse from shouting. I stood inside, holding Lily's hand. She called my name, over and over, like calling a dead person. I lowered my head and said to Lily, "Come on, Daddy will take you to dinner." Then I turned and closed the door. From beginning to end, I didn't look at her once. Not because I still hated her. It was because she meant nothing to me anymore. And that woman didn't know—three years ago, when she threw me away like trash, I had already learned not to cling to trash.

I live with a man who wants to destroy me.

Stephen Kinsley doesn’t just hate me—he wants to break me. Ruin me. Make me suffer for the sins of my father, the man who murdered his mother in cold blood.

Now, I’m trapped in his territory, forced to obey his rules, surrounded by a pack that would tear me apart if given the chance.

Stephen watches me like a predator stalking prey. He pushes, taunts, and waits for the moment I shatter. But beneath his fury, there’s something darker. Something twisted.

Because the more he hurts me, the more he seems to enjoy it.

And the most terrifying part?

I think I do too.

This isn’t just revenge. This is war. And when it ends, one of us won’t make it out alive.

Blood pooled beneath Eloise's head just moments after she discovered the truth about her husband. The man she built her world around wanted nothing more than to destroy her. He stole everything, her company, her pride, her future, and left her to die. But as the darkness closed in on her, fate offered a second chance.

**

Now she is back, with bloodstained memories and a thirst for revenge. Desperate and broken, she made a deal with the devil, a man powerful enough to hand her the weapons.

But his help comes at a price.

To be owned by him. For four months. A strict deal with no strings or feelings attached. But nothing about him is simple. He's infuriating, intoxicating, and every second with him chips away at her control.

What starts as business quickly spirals into a dangerous game of possession, secrets, and desire. And when hearts get involved, the real cost becomes something more than she bargained for.

He’s the last man she should trust… and the only one who makes her lose control.

AN AGE GAP, FORCED PROXIMITY, BLACK FLAG ROMANCE

Vincenzo Valentini is a man who sees the world as a business counter and human beings as merchandise.

The owner of an empire built upon corpses and submission, he is the reflection of pure perversity.

When fate places Andrew Thompson, the son of his greatest rival, into his hands, the plan was simple: use him, break him, and discard him like a toy that has lost its appeal.

What Vincenzo did not expect was that, beneath the youthful skin and the appearance of innocence, Andrew hid the same abyss as he did.

Vincenzo never wanted redemption. He never wanted someone to save him from his own darkness. He was seeking a mirror. And in Andrew, he found the partner who, upon seeing his blood-stained hands, does not recoil in terror, but trembles with desire.

In this perverse game, the "little toy" proves to be the perfect executioner. The mafia leader found someone who not only accepts his cruel side but cultivates it, feeding the monster Vincenzo has always been.

Where there should have been fear, lust emerged. Where there should have been hatred, a perverse loyalty was born. Andrew Thompson is the dark reflection of Vincenzo, the soldier the underworld did not see coming, and the man who proved that, for some, paradise only makes sense if it is in the middle of chaos.

Vincenzo opened the doors to his empire, but Andrew was the only one capable of invading his heart.

They are not heroes. They are hell on earth.

My name is Arabella. I sold 20 years of my life to become a vampire’s attendant after my father’s death in order to help my family. I should have been scared of blood and fangs, but instead, I long for my master's touches.

What I didn't know was that my desire for him would bring me nothing but destruction.


“You taste delicious.” He licks his lips, pulling me closer to him.
The warmth of his skin against mine, and the soothing rhythm of his beating heart calms me a bit. I relax my shoulders and lie there with my head on his chest.
“Ara, I'm your master and it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, but I failed today.”
His words sound sincere, and I really wish I could believe him.
But all vampires are monsters.
He just happens to be the monster I wish I could trust.

My Vampire Master: A Contract of Blood and Lust is created by Angeline Hartwood, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Run, mi amor, run, while I watch."
"I feel his eyes everywhere, always watching!"
Ever heard of a hunter becoming the hunted?
That is what happened to Victoria Alexander.
After years of getting betrayed by her husband and best friend, Victoria returns to the city, stronger and more determined to ruin his seemingly happy home.
But things turns out sour for her as her mission for revenge turns into a game in a serial murder case.
While hunting her ex-husband's happiness and an unknown serial killer, Victoria suddenly becomes the hunted.
The thrilling part is that she isn't hunted by just anyone but a powerful shadow, hidden in the dark, watching. Always watching with nothing but a single phrase that leaves chills in her.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my elder brother shoved me into a horde of the undead. Now, I've been reborn exactly five days before the end of the world, and he's trying to scam me out of my winning lottery ticket with a beat-up old ring. What he doesn't know is that this ring is a genuine pocket dimension artifact. He thinks he's pulling the ultimate con, completely unaware that I'm going to use this very relic to forge my own post-apocalyptic empire. This time, I'm going to make them pay back every last thing they owe me.

On the eve of the apocalypse, I awakened a survival system: send me $5,000, and the sender can unlock a safehouse and awaken a life-saving ability.
The first person I told was Chloe, my girlfriend of three years. In return, she humiliated me in public and cheated on me without a shred of remorse.
That was the moment I finally gave up. The "nice guy" she had drained dry was dead for good.
One month later, the zombie horde arrived right on schedule. For old times' sake, I saved her one last time. And she repaid me by shoving me straight into the jaws of the mutated dead so she could save herself.
What she didn't know... was that I wasn't the only one who had awakened powers.

irectly in front of me.
Only the night before, she’d been curled up in my arms, her warm fingertips brushing my collarbone, our bodies tangled in tender, loving intimacy.
Yet the toe tag fastened around her ankle was etched with cold, unflinching words: Su Wan, Female, 22. Cause of death: fatal fall from height. Time in morgue custody: 365 days.
She had been dead for an entire year.
Just what in the hell was the woman who’d gasped beneath me night after night, who’d lived beside me day in and day out for six whole months—the woman I’d called my girlfriend?

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.

Fresh off the operating table after barely surviving a miscarriage, I received a $50,000 bill—every cent spent on a waterbed and aphrodisiac aromatherapy on a yacht.
 
I called my husband, the only other person who knew about that account.

Over the phone, he sounded gentle yet aggrieved: "Honey, how could I afford a luxury yacht? It must be a banking error. You just lost our baby; please rest well. My flight to New York is taking off soon, and I'll be right by your side the moment I get back!"
 
I didn't expose the deafening sounds of the wild party in his background. I simply hung up.
 
He thought his lie was flawless. He had no idea that as the hidden heiress of the Windsor Consortium, that priceless yacht, the Poseidon, was actually a coming-of-age gift from my grandmother.
 
I ripped the IV out of my arm and dialed a number I hadn't called in years since marrying beneath my station.
 
"Grandma, you were right. He doesn't deserve me. I'm going to the ship to catch him red-handed."

To end two years of a long-distance marriage with my husband, Sutton Brennan, I quit my job and moved halfway across the state to join his top-tier medical center.
But from the moment I clocked in on day one, a nightmare awaited me.
IV pain pumps violently popped open in my hands, medication cabinets rejected my fingerprints, coffee machines sprayed me with boiling water, microwaves exploded in public, and the employee lockers locked me out entirely.
My colleagues laughed at me, calling me a walking disaster. The head nurse publicly berated me for being incompetent. And my husband, the man I trusted most, simply smiled his gentle smile and said, "You're just tense. Give it a few more days."
In my past life, I believed him. I gritted my teeth and held on until the bitter end—and ultimately died inside this very hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my first day of work.

"What do you think I want to do Amelia?" Mr handsome asked as he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, he placed his lips just below it as he sucked on it.
"Nngh don't do that" Amelia practically moaned as Mr handsome's tongue swirled on her sensitive spot, far too urgently. Amelia forced her hand out of his grip as she pushed his chest gently.
Mr handsome pulled out a red velvet box from his pocket, Amelia stared at it skeptically. "What is that?" She asked as she looked up at it.
Mr handsome thought she knew what it was but sadly she didn't.
"It's a wedding ring, Amelia. I'm agreeing to that tempting proposal of yours and I'll have my lawyer draft out the agreement," Mr handsome said as he stood up from the bed, standing in front of her as he put on a sexy smirk.


On her wedding day, Amelia’s world shatters when she catches her fiancé, Diego, betraying her with her best friend, Viola. Devastated, she flees, only to be involved in a car accident—yet a mysterious man saves her.
That man is Colton—Diego’s uncle—who, coincidentally, needs a wife for his own reasons. Seeing an opportunity for revenge, she proposes a deal: she’ll pose as Colton’s fiancée and take down Diego and Viola.
As their scheme unfolds, Amelia and Colton find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never expected. But their growing feelings are tangled in deception, old wounds, and unresolved secrets. When Amelia is poisoned and barely survives, Colton vows to uncover the truth and protect her at all costs.
Can their love survive the weight of revenge, or will the truth tear them apart?

Woke up with the power to command endless zombies. I guarded the fortress for my sister, only to find her tortured, drained of blood, and used as live bait. A fake hologram fooled me for two years. Now I unleash my million undead army to burn all traitors to ashes.

I thought I'd signed up for an immersive dating show.

Turns out it was a 99.9% death rate, globally livestreamed horror game.

And me? Half-blind without my contacts, desperate to go viral, I somehow talk my way through a death game like it's a romance.

I mistook blood for ketchup, human eyeballs for sashimi, a murderous child ghost for a kid who just needed some love.

Worst part? I fell for the guy running the place, the one who could kill you without blinking, and tried to get his number within the hour.

My teammate hissed at me, shaking. "You wanna die, fine, just don't take us with you!"

I just waved him off. It's a dating show. Relax.

Three years since I married into the Hawthorne family, I had already lost two children.
And the one who decided whether my babies lived or died wasn't a doctor—it was a potted plant in the manor's living room: the Crimson Orchid.
In this family, if the petals withered and reeked after drinking the pregnancy blood, it was an unbreakable rule: the child had to go.
The first two times, all I could do was lose my children in despair under the anesthetic mask at some underground clinic.
To save my third pregnancy, I secretly went to a top medical center out of state for an amniocentesis.
The diagnosis, there in black and white, proved it: my baby was perfectly healthy and carried the purest family bloodline.
I thought I was safe this time. But when my finger blood dripped into the black soil again, the orchid once more oozed foul-smelling black water.
My in-laws crushed my medical report underfoot without mercy and had their people drag me toward the operating table.
I couldn't understand it: the scientific evidence clearly confirmed my child was healthy and pure-blooded.
Why did they insist on trusting a mutated, stinking flower and killing their own grandchildren over and over again?

"You're pregnant?"
"Yes... ours."
"How dare you step into this house with that child? You've disgraced me. Don't stand there and pretend that bastard is mine."
Four years of loyalty. Four years of trust. Four years believing a marriage built on paper could turn into love. He repaid her with lies, betrayal, and cruelty so complete it destroyed her world. Her child, her husband, her family, and even her reputation were taken from her.
"Marry me."
"You think marrying you will fix this?"
"I think marrying me will give you the power to take it all back, everything they stole."
Betrayed and broken, Claire hits rock bottom. When Julian saves her from a near-fatal accident, he offers a shocking proposal. She is to marry him not for love but to join forces in taking down her ex husband and the family that betrayed them both. With a new identity, a shocking public appearance, and a carefully plotted comeback, Claire begins reclaiming everything she lost, including her life and her dreams. Along the way, she discovers the warmth beneath Julian's cold exterior and a love that grows from trust and shared pain.
She is not broken. She is awakened. When she comes back, it will not be with tears or pleas. It will be to reclaim everything. Can revenge heal a heart betrayed so completely, or will the past consume her before she can rise?

My fiancé's "innocent" sister posted a photo wearing the sheer lingerie I bought for him, standing in the master bedroom of my new house. The caption read: "Finally have a place to take shelter. Thanks Lucas for the security." In the corner of her photo, my carefully chosen wedding portrait was thrown face-down on the hardwood floor.

I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly took a screenshot and dialed the number of my billionaire boss. "Mr. Allen, I'll take that overseas transfer." Since Lucas wanted to give another woman a home, I didn't want this wedding anymore.

The next day, I went to our new house. The passcode had been changed to her birthday. When I finally got in, she was sprawling on my leather sofa, demanding I leave because Lucas "owned half." I laughed, throwing the property deed right in her pale face. "Look closely at the name. You have ten minutes to pack your trash and get out, or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

She ran away crying. I called a cleaning crew and threw out the bed, the sofa, and every single thing they had touched. Because you don't keep dead things, and in my heart, this eight-year relationship was already rotting in the grave. Will Lucas realize what he lost before it's too late?

On our sixth wedding anniversary, my husband Jonathan brought his dead ex-girlfriend's sister into our home — despite my objections.

"Beatrice, are you even human? You can't even show compassion to a dying woman! How could someone so cold-hearted be a role model for Oliver!"

My son — the boy I'd raised for six years — swung his little fists at me and screamed: "Beatrice! If you don't let Isadora stay, I'll never speak to you again!"

That was the moment my heart turned to stone.

I signed the divorce papers and walked straight back into the courtroom — clawing my way back to the top.

Then they discovered her lies. Every. Single. One.

Jonathan fell to his knees before me, eyes red and brimming with tears: "Beatrice, do six years of marriage mean nothing to you anymore?"

My son clung to my legs, sobbing: "Mommy! Mommy, don't go! I know I was wrong! Mommy—"

I looked down at them. I felt nothing.

"Now take your mistress and your son — and get out of my life."

I turned and walked away without looking back.

She built a quiet life from the wreckage of a marriage that nearly swallowed her whole. A bakery. A hidden talent for art. And a son she loves more than breathing. At forty, Corinna Adler is composed, grounded, but devastatingly unsated, starved and untouched.

One night was supposed to fix that.

One anonymous night at Obscura, the city's most secretive underground club with a man whose hands knew things about her body she had forgotten were possible. Young, commanding, and patient. The kind of man Corinna would unfortunately, never forget.

Because the morning after, he re-introduces himself into her reality in a way she never sees coming.

"You're pathetic." Sophia's manicured nails dug into my shoulder. "A wolfless freak who thinks she can fight back?"

The storage room door slammed shut. The lock clicked.

My inhaler was in my locker. My lungs seized. Darkness crept in.

"Help..." I wheezed. "Please..."

But they were already walking away, laughing.

Lynette, the most feared Alpha in the Canadian territories who ruled through blood and ice, dies in an ambush—only to wake up as Elara Grey, a seventeen-year-old wolfless Omega who just suffocated to death from bullying.

The original Elara's life was pure torment. Humiliated by golden boy Blythe Harrison and his girlfriend Sophia Reign, then left to die gasping in a locked room. But that's not the worst part her family faces:

"Your adorable little family," the scarred mercenary held up their photo. "The black market's offering a million for you, Lynette. But them? They're just a bonus. I'll make sure they suffer as well."

Now Lynette's lethal instincts awaken in this fragile, asthmatic body.

She'll protect this family and destroy everyone who dared to hurt them—one brutal lesson at a time.

Dema never expected her new job to end with a marriage proposal from her billionaire CEO.
But with the tabloids destroying his family's reputation, Rami needs a wife—fast.
One year, a quiet divorce, four million dollars. That's the deal.
Thrown into a world of luxury, scrutiny, and impossible expectations, Dema struggles to keep up while Rami treats their marriage like another business arrangement. Yet beneath his cold rules and perfect composure, something unspoken flickers between them.
Just when Dema begins to wonder if their pretend marriage is becoming something real, she overhears a late-night phone call that makes her blood run cold.
Because maybe she wasn't chosen.
Maybe she was used.
And maybe the deal was never the real trap.

For four years, I tolerated Grayson’s blatant favoritism. He spoiled my roommate Mia with exquisite breakfasts every day, while leaving me with plain biscuits and bitter black coffee. I swallowed every unfair slight, hoping for true love. Yet he finally humiliated me thoroughly by choosing Mia over me for the elite corporate event, sneering that I was unworthy of high society. Hiding my identity as the university’s secret heiress, I stopped my father from ruining his career on impulse. I will let them attend the glamorous party—not out of mercy, but to deliver my quiet, devastating revenge. Now I only need time to decide my next move, and whether to accept my arranged engagement.

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning.

A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul.

What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise?


“Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“

“If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my shaft.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words.


“You belong to me, Kitten.” He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust.

“I… be…long.. to you, Master…” I’m just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.

Hurt and betrayed by the man she had a one-night-stand with and was starting to love, Elaine Matthews is devastated to learn that she's fallen pregnant for him. Worse, she doesn't know him from Adam, nor did she have a way of reaching out to him. Plus, they didn’t part ways amicably.

Five years later, Elaine moves to New York in search of greener pastures with her four-year-old son. When she snags an interview with one of the top-leading publishing firms in New York, she receives a rude shock when she discovers that the father of her son is her boss, and to make things even more devastating, he recognizes her and tries to right the wrongs that happened between them five years ago.

But this new life is uncertain as Elaine finds it hard to tell him that they have a son together. Worse, the more time she spends in his arms, the guiltier she feels. Will she learn to let go and tell the truth, or will her secret keep her from enjoying this new fun-filled life? What would be Max’s reaction? Would he believe her?

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENTS.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

" If you think you can pin someone else’s child on me ..." Drake smirked as he turns towards Sarah who was beginning to shed tears

" I didn't do this on my own Drake,I came here for the money." tears flowed down her eyes , there was no way Drake was accepting her child after the incident with his best friend last night and now he wouldn’t let her explain.

" I will wire the rest of your balance to your account in the morning, I am sorry Sarah you have to pack your things and leave now ."

" At least hear me out ." Sarah managed to stand up in tears . " This baby ...."
“ this contract is over” He cut her off before she could finish
Drake walked out of the room before she said anything more.

Except it wasn't that easy

Drake Holt wasn't just anybody,he was wealthy and a well-known billionaire.Not interested in marriage except the normal hookups he is determined to win back his ex who is almost married.

Sarah Rosewood is determined to put her feelings aside so she doesn't get heartbroken again by this same man Drake Holt, who happened to be her ex too , but it's not so easy as it sounds . Every seconds playing as his pretend wife draws her closer to the billionaire playboy who might again break her heart.

Once, she broke into his life and pestered him so much that he had nowhere to escape, but she suddenly disappeared. Six years later, he went from being an associate professor in the music department to the president of a well-known domestic and foreign group and caught the runaway girl back to his side. "Ethan White! If you kiss me again, I will--"
"What will you do? Bite me?" So, he was thrown to the bed by her mouth-to-mouth with a whine.

"Fucking open your eyes" He presses my jaw hard, which forces me to open my eyes.

''I am- so-r-r-r-y" My whole body is quivering in fear as his eyes bore holes into my head.

''Fucking shut up" I seal my lips shut and try to calm myself so I can stop crying.

''Did you think it would work? Did you actually think you could get me arrested and you could run away? Are you that fucking dumb, Melina?"

Melina Davis was born with the face and body of a goddess. Her heart was as beautiful as her, but it never did her any good. Melina was the most unlucky woman in this world when it came to love. Her first love was an abusive con artist who made sure to exploit Melina's kindness. The second one who Melina felt was genuinely worthy of owing her heart was far more dangerous than her first. His name is Thomas Costanzo. He is the second in command of the Costanzo mafia. He was highly feared in the mafia world. Some even feared him more than the don of the Costanzo mafia. Melina didn't know she shouldn't cross him, and she did. She broke the heart of one of the most feared men on this earth, and now, he is out searching for her. Once he finds her, Melina will wish she never crossed paths with him.

Six years ago, I was forced to marry the Alpha prince to keep my pack from going to a war we’d never win. Torn from the arms of my mate—scratch that…

He knew I’d be tossed aside for the peace treaty, and he didn’t say a word. He sat at that dinner table and let me go. He betrayed me. Darius Sinclair, my fated mate, betrayed me and made a fool out of me at that dinner table.

Well, I married the heir of a mad king, known to have madness in their DNA. But just when I thought my life was over, the heir, Dominus Jones, turned out to be all I had ever dreamed of in a man: caring, loving, and everything I could mold him into to win the elections and become the Alpha president of the werewolf kingdom.

I thought he was my missing rib until these words rolled off his tongue:

"Me or the baby,” he sneered down at me. “Choose between us.”

He wanted me to abort our month-old baby, and I did, thinking that would keep our marriage intact. But then I saw the announcement: he wanted to run for the elections with his fated mate. He broke me, tossed me aside, and fucked his mate in our matrimonial bed. He never loved me; what he needed was a stepping stone.

But what he doesn’t know is that my fated mate wants me back, and his brother would kill at my beck and call. I’ll take everything I gave him. I will take it all with the two men by my side, but things start to get complicated when they both fall in love with me. Who do I pick?

"I won't kiss you." His voice was cold.
Right, it's just a business deal...
But his touches were warm and...tempting
"A virgin?" he suddenly stared at me...


Emma Wells, a college girl who's about to graduate. She was abused and tortured by her stepmother Jane and stepsister Anna. The only hope in her life was her prince-like boyfriend Matthew David, who promised to make her the happiest woman around the world.
However, her world was completely crashed down when her stepmother took $50000 as the betrothal gift from an old man and agreed to marry her off. Even worse, she found her dear boyfriend cheated with her roommate Vivian Stone.
Walking on the street under the pouring rain, she was desperate and hopeless...
Clenching her fists, she decided. If she was doomed to be sold out, then she'll be her own seller.
Rushed into the street and stopping in front of a luxurious car, she just wondered how much her virginity would worth...