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I was pregnant, but my husband wanted to divorce me because his first love had fallen seriously ill and had less than six months to live.

He wanted to divorce me and then marry his first love. He asked me to wait for him, to wait until his first love passed away so he could remarry me.

My heart was shattered. I was completely disappointed in this man. I terminated the pregnancy and decided to live the rest of my life for myself!

When he discovered I was gone, he became extremely anxious and searched for me like a madman!

But it was already too late...

Careful keep challenging me, and I won’t pretend I’m not tempted to bend you over this desk,” Kael’s low warning brushes against my ear, his hand trapping mine against the boardroom table.
I refuse to flinch. “Power doesn’t impress me, Laurent. Admit it you’re as obsessed with me as I am with hating you.”
He leans closer, the scent of cedar and coffee surrounding me, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Obsessed? Maybe. But you’re not here just to save your team… you’re here because every fight between us burns hotter than the idea of losing control.”
Aurora Hale is brilliant, disciplined, and fiercely independent. As one of the most talented researchers at Laurent Dynamics, she refuses to bow to corporate pressure even when it comes from the company’s powerful and dangerously composed CEO, Kael Laurent.
When Kael threatens to cut funding to Aurora’s department, she does the unthinkable she challenges him publicly in the boardroom. Instead of silencing her, Kael assigns her as his direct liaison, forcing them to work side by side.
What begins as rivalry quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
Late-night strategy sessions, heated arguments, and moments of unexpected vulnerability blur the line between hate and desire. But in a world ruled by ambition and power, attraction can be a liability.
As rumors spread through the company, ambitious rivals including the calculating Elena Morozov begin to exploit their growing connection. With only her loyal friend Lila standing by her side, Aurora must protect her career while navigating the dangerous pull between her and the man she once despised.
When betrayal threatens everything she has built, Kael must choose between protecting his empire or fighting for the woman who has completely upended his world.

Ella is running from a past that she doesn't want to be found out by anyone until she meets Nikolas Zuk and she starts working for him what happens when they fall for each other?

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We're playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that's part of the thrill .

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters.
A company policy: no dating of work colleagues.

A passion unresistable.

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This year has been real harsh , seems like am kinda jinxed or something. I know you might think I'm just making things up but seriously, it's true.Am like a Walking talking ticking hot mess!

Not only does my name literally means "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.
Everything I touch suddenly turns to crap.

Moved out of the studio I shared with my ex for cheating -means I'm living back at home with my teenage like parents,with me acting like the grown up adult .

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Damien Boyce to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully start afresh.

Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Am like his secretary, pretty sure it's a simple task .
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but dangerous and sexy smiles added with a hot sexy desire.
Now, nothing is easy–except this sudden scorching burn of mutual attraction
But he’s my boss!

you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure:

It never ends well.

Except am I willing to risk losing my job.

it’s just not worth it?

Or is it?

"I want a divorce, Damian."
"I'm tired," I said. "Of pretending. Of being your wife on paper and invisible in every other way. I don't want to do this anymore."
He stepped closer, his jaw tense. "We had a deal."
"Yes. Three years. It's been three years." I looked up at him, eyes shining but dry. "And not once have you touched me, held me, or looked at me like I was anything more than a roommate with your last name. We've been married for three years, and our contract is over."
Three years of marriage. One contract. Zero kisses.
Lira Hart, Hollywood's rising star and media darling, has spent three long, loveless years married to cold, enigmatic billionaire Damian Blackwood. Their marriage was never about love—it was a business deal between two powerful families.
While the world envied her glamorous last name, Lira knew the truth: Damian never wanted her. Never touched her. Never looked at her like she mattered.
Until the night she asked for a divorce.
Now, the man who once ignored her is suddenly appearing on her film sets, making headlines with possessive kisses, and whispering words that sound dangerously like regret. The husband who locked his heart away is acting like he'll do anything to keep her.
But Lira's heart isn't a game. Not after three years of being invisible in his world.
Can a man who never loved her learn how to fight for her… or is he three years too late?

Is a stay-at-home wife just a maid in her marriage?

I say: Absolutely not.

I worked late just to buy my daughter a birthday cake.
But when I got home, I accidentally heard her on the phone with another woman.

She was ashamed of me, called me a maid, and begged that woman to act as her family member at the parent-teacher conference.

Later I found out my husband had been with that woman all along.
Hidden inside my daughter’s watch was a small group chat with just the three of them.

My own daughter said she hated me and planned to drive me away.
And my husband let it all happen.

My heart was completely broken.
On my birthday, I signed the divorce papers and left home quietly.

After leaving, I discovered a much bigger world and achieved my dreams.

But their lives fell completely apart.

“I didn’t do it, Bella,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “She set me up.”

But Bella had already seen enough to break her heart forever.

One week before her wedding, Bella walks into a luxury hotel suite expecting her first night with the man she loves — Leo, the struggling dreamer she stood by for years when he had nothing.

Instead, she finds him in bed with her best friend, Ciara — half-naked, drunk, and moaning Bella’s name while Ciara moved on top of him.

Heart shattered, Bella rips off her engagement ring and walks away, determined never to look back.

The man she sacrificed everything for… and the best friend she trusted like a sister… both destroyed her in the cruelest way.

But the truth wasn’t that simple.

Leo was not who she thought he was — not just a man, not just a fiancé. And that night in the hotel room… something about it didn’t add up.

Ciara didn’t betray her out of jealousy alone. She planned it.

Now Bella is trying to rebuild her life, but Leo refuses to disappear. He keeps showing up — silent, intense, broken — like a man desperate to fix something she doesn’t want to remember.

Even when Bella tries to forget Leo, he keeps appearing in her life. And every time he gets close, something inside her reacts.

A pull she can’t resist and a fire she can’t explain. And a connection her heart keeps denying, even as her body betrays her.

Seven days. That was the deadline the doctor gave her. And the sentence she handed down to her betrayer.

When Chloe walked in on her husband and his mistress in bed, he didn't even bother to dress properly. He simply tossed out three words: "Let's divorce."

Eight years of marriage. She had abandoned her dream of becoming a top-tier racing engineer, bankrolled his startup, kept vigil through the nights when his mother fell gravely ill—and yet he chose to believe a photograph over her, never once asking where she had actually been that night.

She didn't cry or make a scene. Because tucked in her pocket was a diagnosis: aortic dissection. Without surgery, seven days left.

So she proposed one condition: Before we divorce, spend seven days with me. Complete seven tasks.

Over those seven days, she took him back to every scene he had misunderstood—
The night he accused her of "standing him up for a date"? She had been at the racetrack saving someone's life.
The Italy trip he was convinced was an affair? She had simply comforted a desperate stranger.
And then there was his mother, whom he hadn't faced in three years, and the close friend he had driven away fifteen years ago...

With each truth unveiled, the frozen man crumbled a little more. When he finally fell to his knees in agonizing regret and raced frantically to the track to win her back—his mistress had already tampered with Chloe's race car.

At three hundred kilometers per hour, the engine emitted a fatal shudder.

"I haven't lived enough in this lifetime."

Then she opened her eyes—back to seven years ago, to her university days before she had fallen in love with him.

This time, she would never again love the man who destroyed her.

But fate had other plans. The man who should have been a stranger now had eyes filled with pain and obsession she could read all too well—he had been reborn too.

A battle spanning two lifetimes began: he pursued her relentlessly, determined to "possess her again," while she built her walls with cold resolve, vowing to live for herself. Family power struggles, racetrack pursuits, public opinion warfare, a blue-eyed wealthy heir appearing out of nowhere...

In this life, she would make the whole world hear her engine roar.

The Bodyguard CEO is a heart- pounding and very interesting story..

It takes us through the journey of two different but loving individuals; Gem and Leon.

Gem is a Model in the Modeling/Fashion Industry. After her mother death her father who she once had hope on betrayed her by marrying a new woman who is now her Step-Mother by name Maria.

Maria also had a daughter named Jolene.

Jolene is Gem's Step-sister and rival in the Modelling industry.

She always wants to be perfect, respected and more beautiful like Gem.

Everything changes and unfolds when Gem met Leon.

The most powerful handsome CEO of the world biggest security agency and first world class owner of Bodyguard Industry.

  Gem made Leon her personal Bodyguard without knowing the secrets behind her Bodyguard.

Find out in the Story.

When more secrets get unfold.

Will Gem's father and Step-Mother be forgiven after what he's done to Gem and her deceased Mother?

Will Jolene ever get what she wants?

What happens when Leon finds Gem as a very amazing woman to be with.

One reckless night. Two rival billionaires. A morning after with no memory, a pregnancy with no answers, and a shocking secret that threatens to destroy everything.
Caught between a ruthless CEO and his charismatic rival, Annabella must untangle a web of lies to protect her unborn child. But when the truth behind her parents' death comes to light, she’ll discover that her one beautiful mistake is a deeper betrayal than she ever imagined.

My body pressed against Raymond's, my kisses stretching from his lips to his chin and throat.

He suddenly rolled over and pinned me underneath him, gripping my chin tightly. "You asked for it!" He growled, grabbing my lips and kissing me furiously.

I let out a playful whistle and trailed my fingers down his chest before deftly undoing his belt.

Raymond's breath was coming in quicker and quicker, his eyes locked on mine. "Damn it, Amelia, I'm going to fuck you"

But I wasn't there to fuck, I was there to torture him. As he lunged at me, I quickly flipped him over and handcuffed him to the table. "Sorry, tonight is my time, not yours."
After that night of madness, I fled in a panic. Five years later, I returned with our child

After Raymond found out about my transgressions, I was convinced I wouldn't live to see the next dawn.

I distanced myself from him, feared him, even considered hurting him.

To my surprise, the aloof heir to the Adams family clasped my hand and pleaded, "Honey, when are you gonna fuck me again?"

I pulled her closer and entered her again. Again and again, picking up the rhythm. The more intense my movements, the louder she screamed.

"Amelia?" I asked.

"Stop asking if I'm okay and take me, Leonardo!" she shouted. "Harder!"

My boss, proposes that we get married for six months to improve his bachelor image and save his company. I agree, thinking it's just a game. But from the first kiss in this fake marriage, I realize my innocence won’t last long.

Rule number one? Some boundaries are meant to be broken, no matter the consequences.

I told myself to only check his wound, but my gaze betrayed me--sliding back to his lips again and again. Thin, pale, but so inviting it made my throat dry.

What are you doing, Matilda? Stop!

My hand trembled as I nearly touched them. Just a little closer… Then, as if fate wished to humiliate me, his eyes opened. Golden amber, locking straight into mine.

"Want to kiss me?"

"No! I—!" My whole body jolted backward.

I stumbled, about to fall flat on the floor but in that instant, his hand shot out. His grip was firm, pulling me forward instead of letting me fall.

My body lurched, and before I knew it, I dropped my fucking ass on his lap.

His gaze instantly dropped lower, stopping at my breast. I froze, realizing my nightwear left little to the imagination. The sudden awareness of it made my entire face burn.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

This is why I always get dumped! Because I lose my head the moment I see a handsome man!

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Matilda Lawson is just an ordinary investigative journalist in Sydney, chasing murder stories while surviving her string of failed romances.

Whilst Blake McAllister is anything but ordinary... Alpha of the powerful Blue Mountain Pack, hiding his beast behind the mask of a cold and untouchable CEO in the human world.

One night was enough. Her human scent branded itself into his soul, and Blake lost control. From that moment on, Matilda became his obsession... the woman he would never release, no matter the cost.

"Her scent was his deadly obsession--her body, his temptation. And her heart... whether she wanted it or not, would only ever belong to him!"

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

I endured in silence for five years, and everyone treated me like worthless trash. My wife sacrificed our daughter for vanity, my in-laws called me bottom-tier scum, and a senator wanted me dead to divide up my fortune. They thought I was just an ant they could trample at will. Until I produced the Supreme Commander's immunity medallion, until armed helicopters hovered above the courthouse, until I forcibly hijacked the national broadcast, they finally realized what kind of existence they had provoked. I am "Night Asura"—the one man in this world who should never be crossed.

Five years ago, my sister vanished the night before her wedding. She left behind a crying newborn in a crib and a mafia heir on the verge of losing control.

And I was forced into her place—the temporary bride, the contract wife, the whispered “replacement” in every gilded hallway.

I thought I only had to survive five years. Five years to earn what I was promised, and then walk away from this city of shadows and blood.

I clawed my way through bullets, politics, and betrayal. I earned respect. I gained power.
And somehow... I tasted a tenderness I was never meant to have.

Now, with only ten days left on our marriage contract, I thought everything was finally under control. I thought freedom and power were within reach.

Until she came back—wrapped in grace, dripping secrets, smiling as if she owned the world she abandoned.

She looked at me and said, “Little sister, give me back my life.”

"Enough, Serafina! The thing rigged to the parasail is just a mannequin. It's not your mother! Cut the damn act!"

I watched helplessly as my severely ill mother plummeted from hundreds of feet in the air, smashing into the bone-chilling ocean.

My husband was holding my stepsister, a doting smile playing on his lips.

My own biological son clapped his hands in glee—because he was the one who had blindly pushed the release button.

They all said I was faking it. They said I was vicious, toxic, and jealous.

It wasn't until I erased every last trace of my existence and vanished entirely from their lives that they dug through the wreckage of our past like madmen, desperate to find me.

Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.


“Take off your dress, Meadow.”

“Why?”

“Because your ex is watching,” he said, leaning back into his seat. “And I want him to see what he lost.”

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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.

One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger’s offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.

Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition—he can’t feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.

Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience… revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.

Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.

Alaric doesn’t share what’s his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.

I was but eighteen when I found myself captivated by my best friend’s brother.

At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.

For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."

Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.

He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:

"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"

I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.

"I shall no longer trouble you."

I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."

In my past life, my wife was in a car accident and became a vegetable.

I bankrupted myself trying to save her, going from billionaire to homeless vagrant.

When I finally died mysteriously in prison, I understood the truth:

My wife had been faking her coma all along. She wanted to steal my fortune with her lover—my own brother.

But now I've been reborn.

"Since she's already dead, let's harvest all her organs for donation," I told the doctor.

My wife was sleeping with her assistant.

I didn’t confront her. I was in the middle of a critical funding round and about to take over as CEO, and I couldn’t afford to act on emotion.

Then my PI told me the truth: the affair was only the beginning.

On her birthday night, she planned to drug me, send my secretary into my room, and frame me for cheating—maybe even saddle me with a fake child scandal.

If it worked, my CEO promotion would be dead, the funding would collapse, and my reputation would be finished.

She thought the setup was flawless.

Too bad she forgot one thing:

I’m not good at explaining myself. I’m good at letting people walk straight into the trap I built for them.

So that night, the man carried into the room wasn’t me.

It was her lover.

My wife was a fearsome Mafia queen in Chicago.
On the anniversary of our daughter's death, she didn't show up.
When I arrived, the male college student she was keeping was trampling on my daughter's black-and-white portrait.
Instead of scolding him, my wife shielded him in her arms: "Marco was just a child, why are you arguing with him?"
She thought I would be like a dog, forever subservient to her for wealth and power, enduring her betrayal.
Until I discovered the true cause of my daughter's tragic death—
I simply pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against her forehead.

Darcy Madu never imagined she’d become a billionaire’s nanny or find herself at the heart of a high-profile scandal. But when she walks into Adrian Ashford’s office and instantly calms his inconsolable daughter, Hazel, fate intervenes. As Darcy navigates life in the penthouse, she discovers the man behind the empire is grieving, guarded, and desperately in need of someone who can love them both unconditionally.

Amidst whispers of betrayal, media scrutiny, and Adrian’s own walls of guilt, Darcy and Adrian’s hearts collide in quiet moments of laughter, care, and stolen glances. But can love survive when the world seems determined to tear them apart or will the past and family expectations force them to let go of the only happiness they’ve ever truly known?

I've got a reputation on campus as a doormat with zero dignity. I bring Wyatt Langley food, do his homework, act as his emotional dumping ground. Been at it for a year.

His rich friends mock my cheap clothes and say I'm reaching way out of my league. He never stops them. Sometimes he even laughs along.

Finally, he announces in front of everyone that he's breaking up with me. His first love is coming back from Europe, so I need to get lost.

Everyone's waiting to see me cry.

I glance at the five million dollars that hit my account half an hour ago and say, with complete sincerity, "Okay. Congrats."

What nobody knows is that I put up with him, tolerated his rotten temper, for one simple reason. His mom pays way too well.

Now the money's here. Time to end this arrangement.

So why, the second I walk away, does he start tearing the city apart trying to find me?

Congratulations, Mrs. Miles, you're pregnant with quadruplets!
Estella Miles, after years of emotional turmoil, is overjoyed to learn she’s expecting two boys and two girls. Married for five years to a renowned billionaire capitalist, Cameron, she rushes home to share the news as the perfect birthday surprise. But her world shatters when Cameron, unmoved by the pregnancy reveal, tears up the test results and serves her divorce papers. In a cruel twist, he replaces her with her twin sister, Riana.
A heated confrontation between the sisters lands Estella unconscious in the hospital where she works. There, she’s saved by a charismatic, sexy doctor—who also happens to be her boss, the billionaire owner of the hospital. As sparks fly, Estella finds herself falling for the man who mends her broken heart.
Meanwhile, Cameron uncovers Riana’s deception—she’s scammed him and fled, leaving him to grapple with the truth about Estella’s pregnancy and his grave mistake. Determined to win her back, he vows, “I must find her.”
Will Estella forgive her ex-husband and rekindle their past, or will she surrender to the passionate connection with her billionaire doctor boss, whose touch ignites undeniable chemistry?

My fiancée Chloe dumped me, a veteran, for Seth's multi-million dollar fortune. As she left, she threw $100,000 at me with contempt in her eyes.
Little did I know that while I was using the money to stockpile weapons and food and upgrade the steel fortress, she and Seth were squandering it all in their luxurious villa.
Seven days later, the zombie outbreak occurred. I was enjoying steak and red wine in the fortress, while that despicable couple was slapping each other over a mouthful of dirty water in the ruins.
Thanks to my ex-girlfriend's generous sponsorship, I lived like a king in the apocalypse.

When the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to save the woman I loved, and spent three years wandering around just to help her find her white moonlight.
Just when I thought she was finally moved, she stabbed me to death on our wedding night!
Reborn back to the first day of the apocalypse, I coldly watched her kneel down and beg for mercy.
You want me to be your lapdog? Dream on!
In this life, I will make her taste the bitterness of despair, and make her kneel down and beg for my forgiveness!
Forget about white moonlight and true love, they all have to kneel down before me!

In order to prolong the life of my supposedly sick "white moonlight" (my love interest), my wife forced me onto the operating table and removed my kidney while I was still alive.

To force me to leave with nothing, she even cut off my mother's medication, coldly declaring, "Your mother is just a liability that deserves to be optimized."

She thought I would wag my tail and beg for mercy like a stray dog.

Little did she know, suffering from single kidney failure, I transformed myself into the deadliest viral code before my death, dragging her business empire and that male mistress into an inescapable hell.

On the day the truth came to light, the once-powerful tech queen went completely mad. She squandered her fortune, kneeling in the frost of the morgue, kowtowing and weeping blood, begging me to look at her one last time. But she couldn't find a single hair of mine.

Because I had already made a will, ordering my remains to be cremated as high-risk medical waste.

She treated me like dirt when she was alive, and after she died, I found her disgusting and didn't even bother to leave her a handful of ashes.

I was dying. To buy myself just a few more days, I had no choice but to sell my body for medicine money.
I never expected the man who bought me was Michael. My ex-husband.
He threw the cash in my face, humiliated me, forced me through every degradation he could think of.
All because he hated me for leaving when he was critically ill.
What he never knew was that, the heart beating in his chest…
Was mine.

Raven thought she knew the truth: Darius Pike is a monster.
To avenge her sister, Raven Casmir infiltrates the supernatural Midnight Academy, masquerading as a human girl with a death wish. She takes his spot on the hockey team. She mocks his Alpha authority. She plays a dangerous game of cat and mouse in the shadows of his billion-dollar empire.

Darius has never met a human he couldn’t break. Until her. The fiery-haired rebel doesn’t bow. She fights. She’s the ultimate forbidden fruit—the sister of the girl he once rejected, and the only person who makes his wolf lose control.

But as blood ties turn to betrayals and ancient MoonWolf powers awaken, Raven discovers the most terrifying secret of all: Her sister lied. And the man she swore to destroy is the only one who can save her from the darkness in her own soul.

"You have no house to go to, no money, no friends and no child to drain me of child support. Don't be stubborn. You know you'll die without me, I'm your only family left." Once again that proud tone was sneered at me.

"I worry for you." Devon’s eyes glimmered waiting for me to go on my knees and beg him.

I shake my head. "Worry about yourself Devon. Do you really think you'd go scott free after the shit you pulled today? You couldn't even let me mourn my baby in peace." I searched for his gaze, my eyes burrowing into his.

"I promise you, if not today, one-day Devon. I'll make you wish you were dead."


Corrie North gave Devon Remington everything.

Amazing sex? She gave him her body.

A devoted house-wife? She abandoned her career for him.

A fucking maid? She scrubbed every inch of his sprawling mansion.

A child? She nearly died bringing their son, Haven, into the world.

And how did he repay her?

Devon betrayed her.

He cheated with a younger woman, handed her divorce papers, and vanished on the day their son died in a mysterious accident.
Two months later, he finally showed up to Haven's funeral, with his pregnant mistress on his arm.
As if that wasn’t enough, he accused Corrie of murdering their child.

Devastated, Corrie vowed revenge. She vanished from Devon’s life, promising that everyone who played a part in Haven’s death would pay, including him.

Four years later she returns and Devon wants her back. He’ll do anything to make her his again.

But Corrie isn’t the same woman he left behind.
Will she make him pay for his betrayal , or will old flames pull her back into the arms of the man who destroyed her?

Three years ago, my fiancée asked me to wait another three years at our own engagement party.
"He's looking out for me. You should understand."
Seeing her leave with her advisor, I married the noble lady who'd always loved me.
Now they all want me back. Too late.

I was a billionaire's canary. Never asked for it — but every time I slept with him, he paid another chunk of my mom's medical bills. Later he made me his secretary, and stupidly, I thought we'd built something real. Turns out I was wrong. He drained my entire savings to buy his mistress a $500K necklace. "What do you mean, your money?" he sneered. "Every penny came from me." I begged. He laughed. Then the hospital called: Mom didn't make it. That's when I stopped being anyone's canary — and started billing him back, in full.

Criminal profiler in training (and newlywed) Jessie Hunt, 29, discovers that dark secrets lurk in her new suburban town; when a body turns up dead, she finds herself caught in the crosshairs of her newfound friends, her husband’s secrets, her serial killer caseload—and the secrets of her own dark past.In THE PERFECT WIFE (A Jessie Hunt Psychological Suspense Thriller—Book One), Criminal profiler-in-training Jessie Hunt is sure she's finally put the darkness of her childhood behind her. She and her husband, Kyle, just moved from a cramped downtown Los Angeles apartment into a Westport Beach mansion. Kyle's promotion has them swimming in money. And Jessie is on the verge of getting her Master's degree in forensic psychology, the last step in her dream of becoming a criminal profiler. But soon after their arrival, Jessie begins to notice a series of strange developments. The neighbors—and their au pairs—all seem to be hiding secrets. The mysterious yacht club Kyle is desperate to join is rife with cheating spouses, and with troubling rules of its own. And the notorious serial killer being held at the psychiatric hospital where Jessie is completing her degree seems to know more about her life than is normal—or safe. As her world starts to unravel, Jessie begins to question everything around her—including her own sanity. Has she truly uncovered a disturbing conspiracy buried within a sunny, wealthy Southern California beach town? Does the mass murderer she's studying really somehow know the origin of her private nightmares? Or has her tortured past finally come back to claim her?A fast-paced psychological suspense thriller with unforgettable characters and heart-pounding suspense, THE PERFECT WIFE is book #1 in a riveting new series that will leave you turning pages late into the night.

The day before my engagement to my fiancé, I discovered I was a fake heiress.
And now, the real young lady had returned, and I was being sent away to the poor countryside.
But unlike what they said, my biological parents weren't poor country folk—they were the wealthiest family in the nation!
And I owned top-tier farms, a mysterious jewelry studio, and was a hidden tycoon who could shake up the entire business world.
My fiancé, who had looked down on me, was now crying and begging me to marry him.
He came to me with photos: "Pretending to be greedy, pretending to be ignorant, when you're actually a top-tier mogul? My fiancée, you've deceived me so thoroughly."

Missing for five years, I dragged my slightly crippled left leg back to the slums.

Only to see my once-gentle wife wearing a cheap, fraying apron, being mercilessly humiliated in front of a greasy sink.
My five-year-old son was cowering beside a pile of garbage, clutching a broken toy, trembling in fear.

A high-and-mighty tycoon slapped a three-million-dollar IOU across my face. A thug kicked a plate of rancid, rotting meat scraps to my feet, sneering, "Lick it clean, and I'll waive ten thousand in interest."

Desperate to protect me, my wife pushed me away, only to be brutally kicked into the muddy water by a bodyguard, revealing a back covered in a suffocating, horrific lattice of burn marks and whip scars.

Everyone thought I was just a crippled piece of trash—a useless man who couldn't even protect his own wife and child.
That was, until I reached into my coat and pulled out a black satellite phone that had gathered dust for five years.

"Disable Ghost Silence Protocol. Initiate full takeover."

That night, eight heavy attack helicopters tore through the clouds, blotting out the sky.
Hundreds of fully armed, elite special operatives descended from above. Dropping to one knee in the freezing mud, they roared in unison: "Welcome back, Young Master!"

The entire city’s municipal assets, the police force, the underworld—both the light and the dark—could be reduced to ashes with a single thought from me.

I took off my tattered jacket and draped it gently over my wife's trembling shoulders. Then, I crushed the tycoon's mechanical prosthetic limb with my bare hands. My voice was calm, yet it sent a chilling shockwave through everyone present:

"Three million? I just did the math on the scars you owe my wife..."
"Now, you owe me thirty billion."

Betrayed by her fated mate and left shattered, June is banished—wolf broken, heart in pieces. But when the ruthless Shadow Alpha Cassian drags her from the darkness, one scorching touch ignites everything.
His massive body pins her to the wall, thick cock grinding against her dripping heat as he growls, “Mine.” Every filthy lick, every possessive thrust chases away her pain, turning agony into raw, screaming pleasure.
Yet her treacherous past is coming—sister and ex hunting her down.
Will Cassian claim her completely, burying himself so deep she forgets every other man… or will the old bond tear her apart mid moans?

After seven years of marriage, she had given up her crown as the world’s foremost violinist to become a devoted housewife—for him. In return, on their anniversary, he spent the evening with another woman, and her own son looked at her as if she were the enemy. When the cold dial tone of a deadened phone line reached her ear, her heart turned to ash. She signed the divorce papers and walked away with nothing.

Everyone assumed she would come crawling back, begging for mercy once she tasted life outside the gilded cage. Her ex-husband merely smirked, waiting for her to relent. But what he got instead was a blocked number—and a global headline: “The Violin Queen, Missing for Seven Years, Returns—Her First Solo Concert Sells Out in One Second!” Under the spotlight, the woman he had dismissed as worthless now blazed with a brilliance far beyond his reach.

Backstage, an assistant stopped the frantic ex-husband as he tried to storm in. “She’s currently meeting with royalty. She has no time for you.”
His eyes bloodshot, he roared, “Tell her to come out! I’m her husband!”
The assistant gave a cold smile. “Sorry—you were her husband.”

She baked his pack to perfection for five years, only to overhear she was just the “cheaper version” of his fated mate.

When Alpha Brian slaps her, abandons her in flames, and chooses the villainess who faked everything… Angela walks away, rejects him forever, returns home as the hidden heiress of a powerhouse pack, marries the Lycan King who worships her and watches her ex spiral into madness.

On our fifth Anniversary party, Harris got admitted to the City's Hospital.

Cancer. Stage IV.

I struggled to find words to whisper some comforting words to Harris .

Instead, he held my hands, and said,"It's alright, Darcy."

"Don't be afraid of anything that may happen. Even if I am about to die, I will always be with you."

Even when he was dying, he made sure to comfort me, which bled my heart.

I spent my days researching treatments, draining my savings for "miracle" consultations.

Then came the afternoon I went to his office early to surprise him with the appointment letter with Dr. Wilson, a world famous surgeon.

Harris had been trying to contact him for weeks now. But, everytime he declined him bluntly, only this time when I tried to contact him personally, his assistant reached out to me.

Finally, he had a chance to be saved. I cried tears of joy. I wanted to share this good news with Harris as soon as possible.

But, My hands, almost pushed open the door, , a Lively and joyous laughter echoed through my ears.
"Is the paperwork ready?"

I slightly opened it ajar and peered inside.
I froze on the spot.

Clara was sitting on Harris's lap, clutching to his shoulder like she owned him.

"Everything," Harris' voice sounded, confident and excited.

"By the time 'cancer' takes me, Harris Hudson will be dead, life insurance will be processed, and you and I will be halfway across the world with a clean slate."

Clara. Harris' first love. The one he told me was a 'closed chapter' years ago.

Something broke into my heart.
I froze at my place.

The cancer, the treatment, it was all a lie orchestrated by Harris to elope with Clara?

At the board meeting, he voted to dilute my equity.

"This is business, Elena. Not personal."

Three years of hidden marriage. I thought we were partners. But in that moment, I finally understood—I was just his technical supplier on the road to success.

What Ryan didn't know: that Technology Contribution Agreement he signed three years ago contained one clause. 70% of NexTech's core algorithm IP belongs to me. Personally.

Product launch day. Two hundred investors watching. I took the microphone.

He thought I'd present the tech specs like always.

He was wrong.

“Mr. Cross, why have you been suffering from insomnia for ten years?”

“Because… I’ve been waiting for someone.”

“A woman?”

I looked at the mysterious man in front of me and realized for the first time that my patient was far more complicated than I had imagined.

My name is Mila Thorne. I’m 26 years old, and I’m a psychologist.

I used to be the top psychologist at the most prestigious private hospital in Dusk City. But after being betrayed by my best friend, I lost my job and everything I had worked for. With my rent due and no other options, I accepted a high-paying offer—to become the private psychologist of Draven Cross, the CEO of Darke Group.

Everyone in Dusk City warned me about Draven Cross.

He was a cold and dangerous man. He controlled the largest multinational corporation in the city, possessed unimaginable wealth and power, yet he had been suffering from severe insomnia for years.

But after spending time with him, I realized he wasn’t anything like the rumors described.

He would treat my injuries when I got hurt, remember the foods I liked, and quietly take care of me after my long days of work.

The strangest thing was…

The man who hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully for ten years could finally fall asleep whenever I stayed by his side.

He said the scent on my body made him feel safe.

He said that as long as I was there, he could sleep.

I thought it was just a special psychological dependence.

Until I discovered that he was hiding a secret.

He lived in darkness, couldn’t be exposed to sunlight, had an unusually cold body temperature, and drank a strange “red wine” that didn’t smell like alcohol at all.

All of this reminded me of the person who saved me sixteen years ago.