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I was born into blood. Into power. Into a family that calls me the curse.
My fate? To marry the son of our enemy.
My rebellion? To lie—and claim I was in love with Kian O’Sullivan.
Now the lie is my prison.
Kian isn’t my savior. He’s a wolf dressed in silk, a monster with grey eyes who would rather break me than hold me.
But when the bullets start flying and our enemies circle closer… he’s the only one standing between me and death.
And maybe the only man dangerous enough to make me beg for it.
NOTE: This is a DARK ROMANCE story. It includes disturbing content like: Extreme violence, torture, degradation, BDSM, drugging, Somnophila, self harm. Sexual assault and group sex(not including the main leads). Both main leads are red flags!

Hailey has been in love with Derek since their first day in college. Just when Hailey finally works up the courage to confess, Derek’s highschool ex, Jessica, shows up again. And before Hailey can blink, Derek’s back in Jessica’s arms.
Heartbroken and drunk, Hailey slept with the man who she believed was Derek. Similar face. Similar voice. Similar intoxicating pull. But by morning, Hailey realizes it was a mistake.
Hailey’s world collapses even further when her mom announces a surprise engagement and takes her to meet her new fiancé.
Her mother’s soon-to-be husband? Derek’s father.
And his other son Tyler? Hailey's One-Night-Stand.
Living under the same roof with these two stepbrothers is hard enough for Hailey, while more secrets about their family are just beginning to surface....

I was born into a cursed bloodline of witches. My mother told me that every firstborn daughter had to sacrifice the one she loved most to break the chains binding our blood. She said it was the only way to save my child. I lied to myself, and I lied to him, leading him to the altar with my own two hands. But I couldn't survive a single day without him. No curse, no matter how horrific, could ever compare to the sheer ugliness of the human heart. Waking up in that empty house, the truth finally hit me: I had absolutely nothing left.

The Alaskan winds cut across my face like knives, but only one thought consumed me—why hadn't Madison shown up to get me? In ten years, my sister had never failed to be there.

Until I walked in on my brother-in-law tangled up with some blonde bitch, and my world shattered. "Fallen through ice in a blizzard"? What a goddamn lie. They cut open her eight-month pregnant belly to steal her baby—while she was still conscious. They let her suffer for 47 excruciating minutes before she died.

I didn't break out of the psych ward to cry about it. I came back so these monsters can pay their blood debts in full. They think I was born wicked? Fine. Let me show them exactly how it feels to have your living body sliced open.

Ten years ago, eight-year-old him nearly died under wolf claws trying to save me. Ten years later, when I gathered the courage to return to this town, that little hero had become a dangerous man.

"We're strangers, remember?" The eyes that used to be gentle only for me now looked at me with cold indifference.

But why does he hold me tight every time I'm in trouble? Why is his skin burning hot and his muscles hard like iron? Why do I tremble when his breath hits my neck?

When blood scented the rainy night and red-eyed beasts showed their fangs, I discovered the truth—my childhood sweetheart Logan was no longer human.

I was the second child in my family who had an elder sister, perfect in every aspect. However, I had always craved for a brother.
My excitement was above the ninth cloud when Claire, my elder sister, ran up to me and announced, “Steffy, we have a big brother now.”
However, I ruined everything when the pure love for my brother took a different place in my heart. Now, I wanted Taylor, not as my brother but my lover.


“Were you ever going to tell me the truth?” He asked, staring at my fragile body in the hospital bed.
“Do you care at all?” I replied before turning my face away from him.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

Five yeas ago, we were hosting a family dinner when I walked into the study and found my father with his mistress.

He looked at me, voice flat and cold: "Alice Russo, you don't tell your mother about this. Trust me, you can't handle the fallout."

I didn't listen. Ran straight to my mother in tears and told her everything.

That night, Mother had her people remove the woman from the property.

The next morning, the woman's daughter Anya ran my mother down with her car at the docks.

That's when I realized, I was completely alone. Because my dad is taking his bastard daughter's side.

I called Victor Castro, my husband, 99 times. He never answered once.

I had a breakdown at the family tribunal. They physically removed me and had me committed to a psychiatric facility in Sicily, the worst kind of place you can imagine.

Five years later, Victor finally spoke to me.

The transport stopped outside the facility that day. Sunlight hit my eyes.

Two guards helped me to the car. My father stood there with a line of his men behind him.

In the crowd, I recognized Peter Thompson, one of my mother's most loyal people.

He gave me the smallest nod. Something flickered in his eyes.

I kept my expression neutral and got in the car.

The door closed. Victor sat across from me.

He lit a cigar and said it without any preamble:

"The day Anya ran your mother down at the docks? I paid for her legal team. I provided the witnesses. I signed the autopsy report myself."

In the seventh year after I broke my fated mate's heart and he went abroad to study, he finally returned home with his new fiancée to meet his parents.
On that exact same day, the hospital finally pronounced my seven-year battle with Core Degeneration a failure. I was sent home to wait for death.
Seeing me sitting in a wheelchair on the street, supported by my mother, a mocking smile appeared on Kaelen's lips.
"It’s been seven years, and you've fallen so low you can't even walk?"
Listening to his disgusted voice and smelling the Alpha pine scent I once loved so much, I panicked, hurriedly yanking down the sleeves of my coat to hide the dense, ugly needle marks on the back of my hand.
"It's nothing. I fell and broke my leg, that's all," I lied quietly.
Kaelen sneered, pulling a beautiful Omega woman,Sloane, closer to his side. She smelled exactly like I used to—vanilla and rain.
"Since you're so free," he drawled, his eyes cold, "I'm getting married soon. Why don't you be Sloane's bridesmaid?"
I just smiled calmly. "No thanks. I'm going somewhere very far away soon."

Three years ago, to save my Clan Lord husband from a hunter's death trap, I forced him to stop at the border.

Instead, his First Embrace, Seraphina, crossed in his place and was burned to ashes.

Shattered by her death, he suffered a breakdown and was diagnosed with Crimson Frenzy.

For three years, I let him wildly drain my source blood, cheating death in underground clinics countless times.

This time, his violent feeding caused a miscarriage and permanently destroyed my ability to conceive.

Yet, while still in agony and desperate to find him a cure, I overheard his secret conversation with the butler.

"My Lord, Seraphina is still alive. Why keep faking this illness? If the Madame finds out and severs the Blood Pact..."

"Sever it? What right does she have? If she hadn't blocked me back then, Seraphina would never have run off with another vampire. She deserves every bit of this suffering!"

"Sandra, we're a modern couple. Keeping our finances separate is the greatest respect I can show you."
Seven years into our marriage, my husband Howard Mercer had taken "fifty-fifty" to its absolute extreme.
The mortgage was split down the middle. Utility bills were calculated to the penny.
Even for our six-year-old daughter Anna's birthday cake, he'd remind me to Venmo him forty dollars right after paying at the register.
I used to think he'd just brought his Wall Street spreadsheets home with him.
Then Anna had an asthma attack and ended up in the ER, and after that first exchange, he gave me the silent treatment for three days over the ER bill.
That's when I caught a glimpse of the credit card statement he'd been hiding.
Twenty thousand dollars. A private helicopter. A ski trip to Aspen.
All for another woman. And her son.
So he wasn't broke. And he wasn't incapable of love. He'd just been spending it all on someone else.
In that moment, I didn't shed a single tear.
If he wanted to run our marriage like a business, fine. I'd play along, right up until I bled him dry.

When twisted steel tore through my stomach in a horrific helicopter crash, I was pushed to the absolute brink of death.

In my darkest moment, Alaric, the Vampire High Lord, saved me.

He healed my shattered body, bound me as his fiercely protected mate, and spoiled me with what I thought was endless devotion.

Until tonight. My blood amulet unexpectedly resonated with our pact's magic, intercepting his encrypted call with his private physician.

"I orchestrated that crash. Maiming her was the only way to justify the continuous blood draws."

"But My Lord, drawing any more will cross the lethal threshold..."

"So what? She has a congenital immunity to pain. As long as she doesn't die, it's an honor for her to bleed to suppress Elena's werewolf venom."

The salvation I worshipped was nothing but a meticulously designed trap to harvest my veins.

If that's the case, I will tear this blood pact to shreds.

My water broke on the coldest night of winter.

My fated mate, Alpha Cassian, wrapped silver chains around my wrists and threw me into a freezing dungeon.

"Lucian's son must be born first," he snarled, forcing wolfsbane down my throat as I screamed through contractions.

Above me, his sister-in-law Sienna rested in silk sheets, surrounded by healers and warmth. She was carrying his dead brother's heir—the future of the pack. And I? I was nothing. Just the Omega he'd been forced to mark, the one his pack blamed for Lucian's death.

As silver burned through my skin and ice water rose past my chest, I felt our baby's heartbeat flutter. Then slow.

"Please," I begged. "Our child—"

"You owe him this," Cassian said coldly.

When the chains finally came off, he'd lost us both for good.

My son Leo died in the snow. Three rogue wolves tore him apart that winter night.

My Alpha mate Carl didn't hunt them down. Instead, he brought home Elena—his childhood sweetheart—and her five-year-old bastard.

"Leo died because you failed as Luna," he said, pushing the boy toward me. "You'll raise him as our heir."

I looked into those cold eyes, and something inside me died.

At the cliff, I severed our bond in front of the entire pack. Then I jumped.

That unbreakable Alpha? He shattered completely.

The idea came from Cora.
She ran into the kitchen while I was making dinner, wrapped both arms around my waist, and looked up at me.
"Mommy, can we go to Grandma Ellen's? Just us two? Just us girls?"
"Why?" I asked.
She thought about it, very serious. "Because every time I wake up and you're not home, I miss you. Even when Daddy's there, it's different." A pause. "Grandma Ellen probably misses you just as much as I do."
Reid was leaning in the doorway. He smiled at me—that easy, certain smile—and said, "She's not wrong. You've been running on empty for months. Take the trip. I've got everything covered."
The flights were booked before I finished washing the dishes.
I should have noticed how fast that was.
The call I made the night before we flew home changed everything. I thought I'd hung up.
I hadn't.

I’m in the final stages of stomach cancer. My son just passed away yesterday.
At his funeral, my ex-husband barged in, pointed at our son’s headstone, and accused me of doing anything for attention—even putting on a show like this.
He told me to get lost, to stay far away from the woman he really loves.
So I did exactly as he wanted.
I took my son’s ashes and disappeared into the endless sea.
But now, when I’m truly at death’s door, that same man who once hated me with everything he had is tearing the hospital apart, desperate to save me.
Don’t bother, Lucian.
If there’s a next life, let’s never meet again.

My boss and I had one night. A mistake—or so I told myself, right up until I found a file in his office with my photo labeled "Potential Breeder," tucked inside a folder marked Pack Hierarchy. Same night the pregnancy test came back positive.
His eyes were glowing gold when he walked in.
I ran before sunrise. New name, new city, a life built from nothing.
Five years later, my son stops aggressive dogs in midair with his bare hands. He wakes up at 3 AM telling me someone is coming before the car even turns onto our street. His eyes flash gold when he's angry, and his voice makes grown men step back without knowing why.
The most powerful werewolf in the western territories has been looking for us for five years.
He just found our street.

I’m a top assassin.

Three years ago, on a rainy night, I was being hunted when a stranger took a bullet for me. As he lay dying, he grabbed my hand and begged me to protect his son—and to keep living in his place.

To escape my pursuers and keep that promise, I changed my face, took his identity, and stayed by the boy’s side as his father.

His wife was arrogant, cruel, and constantly cheating. For the child—and to protect my cover—I endured all of it.

Until today.

She drugged me.

When I woke up, a doctor was holding a blade over my chest. They were about to take my heart.

Lying on that operating table, I finally learned the truth: her family had been trafficking organs all along.

That man died three years ago because he discovered it, and she arranged the crash that killed him.

She murdered the man who saved me. Now she wants to kill me too.

She still thinks I’m the same weak doctor who gets out of breath after a short run.

She doesn’t know I’m resistant to anesthesia.

And she definitely doesn’t know these hands have held scalpels—and snapped far too many necks.

Intro: I'm an S-Class superhuman, but I was locked in a basement for five full years, subjected to inhuman abuse and torment. All they wanted was to drain my blood and energy dry. I once believed that if I could just endure it all, I would see my family again. Until my wife Valen's voice came through the intercom and revealed that it was all a lie. I will turn my fury into strength and tear it all apart with my own hands.

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

It was a perfect plan to destroy both their families in one go. Manipulated with the aid of sorcery, Samantha and Leo were caught in-between their grandparent's old fraternity feud when they found themselves in a one night stand situation.

The previous night was blurry. Samantha was aghast when she realized she was not in her dormitory room…

"Did we have sex!?..."

"Why can't I remember?..."

Leo thought it was just a hook-up between two adults, only to learn he must marry her even if she was part of the group that killed his father.

She hated him for taking away her innocence. He hated her for destroying his family and taking away his freedom.

It was a huge misunderstanding that they must unravel and a feud they must overcome only if they could find love in the midst of their hatred for each other.

He raised me, married me, and called me his perfect wife. I didn't know I was just his pet.

When his first love returned, I saw our marriage for what it was: a gilded cage. I served him divorce papers. He laughed, sure I'd come crawling back.

I ran and never looked back. Now, my life is my own, with a new suitor every day.

The CEO who swore I couldn't leave him is now on his knees, desperate. "Come back," he pleads.

I just smile. "Move. You're blocking my future."

This runaway wife is gone for good.

Treated like a commodity by my own parents, I reluctantly agreed to marry Benjamin, the man rumored to die before his twenty-fifth birthday. But can someone please tell me why he's so devastatingly handsome that he makes my knees weak?

I thought I was walking into a trap, but instead he spoiled me beyond belief. He stood up for me, crushed every scumbag in his path, and protected me under his powerful wing. Yet every night, he would reveal a painful and dangerous side of himself, and the jade pendant around my neck seemed to be mysteriously connected to the secrets he carried...

Dear readers, I'd like to recommend another novel of the same genre: After His Mistress Conceived, I Left Him.
I was found by my biological parents only to become a mobile blood bank for their adopted daughter Leila, expected to sacrifice myself to donate blood—even my heart—whenever she fell seriously ill...
My parents despised me, and my own brother drugged me, threatening my life to force me to marry a dying man as Leila's substitute.
Having lost all hope in my family, I signed a severance agreement, cutting all ties with them, and took a large sum of money for marriage investment.
What they didn’t know was that I was the mysterious Nobel Prize-winning doctor in medicine, possessing the world’s most advanced medical research technology...

Everyone says Etienne Beaumont, the patriarch of the Beaumont empire, is the living definition of cold, stoic detachment. He is my legal guardian, the relentless architect of my rhythmic gymnastics career, and the strict authority figure I spent years resenting. I believed he cared for nothing but order and control—until I stumbled upon a yellowed photograph and a long-buried medical report.
It turns out he wasn't always a cold-blooded businessman. He was "Apex-001," the legendary racing myth who once ruled the European tracks. The right leg that aches every time it rains wasn't a mark of age, but the price he paid to pull me from the twisted, fiery wreckage of a horrific crash years ago. He traded his glory for my life.
"Etienne, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice breaking.
He stroked my hair with a tenderness that shattered my heart, his voice low and steady: "Elena, I taught you to leap and fly so you could reach the stars, not so you would look back at old scars."
He sacrificed a lifetime of brilliance for my safety. Now, defying the whispers of the world, he takes my hand in the light of day. Leaning down to press a kiss to the charm on my ankle, his gaze burns with the resolve of a racer at the finish line: "Since you know the truth, I won't hide it anymore. For the rest of my life, I will be your one and only—exclusive navigator."

On New Year's Eve, my baby sister's life is hanging by a thread. I'm on my knees, sobbing, begging a stone-faced hospital administrator for just a few more hours.

Six years ago, a car crash took our parents. I was eighteen, about to start college. Instead, I raised twelve-year-old Josette alone—working three dead-end jobs, fighting every day to give her something normal. Now I’m twenty-four, and my worst nightmare is here: Josette needs a heart transplant. I have five hours to raise $89,000, or she’s removed from the list forever.

My boyfriend swore his work bonus would cover it. Seven calls, straight to voicemail. I’m stranded. Until him. The cold, untouchable CEO who’s always felt lightyears out of my league. The man I never thought I’d beg.

He offers me a deal: one night with him, and the money is mine. No strings. But what starts as desperate transaction quickly twists into something else. His touch burns through my defenses. His quiet intensity cracks the walls I’ve spent years building. I told myself this was only about saving Josette. Now I’m terrified I’ll lose my heart, too.

In five hours, my sister’s fate will be sealed.
Mine? Just beginning.

"You want my forgiveness?" he asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.

Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.

"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.

My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.

My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...

Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.

Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...

“Millions of dollars on the table... and you think I’ll let my heir be made in a lab instead of between your thighs?”


Camila Sterling is a liar.
She has to be, if she wants to infiltrate Lucien Hayes’ territory.
He is the ruthless CEO who ruined her life with a night that chained her to a twisted man who calls himself her savior.

Going undercover as an employee of Hayes Corp was step one. She was to blend in, bide her time and wait for her moment… but she ruins it.
Thanks to her impulsiveness and a half-baked plan, she sparks a scandal that lands her in the spotlight as Lucien's girlfriend.

However, Lucien flips the script.

He claims her as his lover, and suddenly, Camila isn’t hiding in the shadows—she’s trapped at the center of a fake romance with the devil himself.

And the closer she gets, the harder it is to tell who’s playing who.
How do you destroy a devil you are starting to crave?

"I fd with a pretty bimbo all night. Her energy was unmatched!" James smirked as he walked past.
"Don't you think you should stop messing around?" I muttered. "If the media finds out, you'll be in trouble. Sleeping with a different girl every night doesn't make you a better man. You should settle down soon."
"Wow," James scoffed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't remember asking for your advice. You're just my secretary—stick to that. Besides, if the media does find out, isn't it your job to deny it? Unless… you're jealous and want to sleep with me too."
Stella always knew that her boss, James, had his eyes on her and would do anything to get her in his bed. But she refused to give in to his advances and drew the line between their CEO and secretary relationship. However, when James gets involved in a scandal with a famous model, and his mother forces him to get married, he has no choice but to turn to Stella for help to be his fake girlfriend.
What started as a fake relationship and sparks of sl attraction turned into something more when they were forced to get closer. James had secrets that could haunt Stella for the rest of her life and it's up to her to choose between her sanity and her attraction towards her boss.

"Our relationship is just a contracted marriage. You and I, both have benefits. Don’t think I'll give you something called love. I will never love you."

He looked at the woman sitting on the bed, coldly warning her not to do anything too extreme.

Amanda's life is associated with criticism and abandonment from her parents, from others. Her face had a terrifying scar, even her voice was stolen. Amanda suddenly realized, she was just a piece of chess for others to take advantage of. When she is no longer worth taking advantage of, she will be discarded and trampled on.

Unlike Amanda, Justin is the second son of the Stephen family who is highly respected. He has a traumatic past and was also an outcast. Because of past wounds, Justin doesn't trust anyone. All relationships around him are just taking advantage.

Two people come together, because of a marriage contract.

But, with such a long time together, can Amanda's tenderness touch Justin's cold heart? Will Justin realize that he still has something called love?

And what will be the relationship between the two of them after the contracted marriage ends?

I am Ophelia.
Three years ago, my adoptive parents and sister personally sent me to a mental institution.
When Blake came to the psychiatric hospital and took me away, I had nothing. Later, he spoiled me tremendously.
But none of them knew that this very situation gave me the perfect opportunity for revenge...

Ethan Watson, CEO—a man whose reputation for icy detachment was only surpassed by his ruthless business acumen—found his meticulously constructed life in ruins. Diana, his supposed soulmate, had betrayed him, a viper in his paradise, absconding with his closest friend. The ensuing heartbreak, generously lubricated with top-shelf whiskey, led to a serendipitous, if somewhat inebriated, encounter. He quite literally stumbled into Alea.

Alea, a vibrant woman whose fiery spirit masked a quiet vulnerability, was nursing her own wounds—a lover who'd prioritized wealth over genuine affection. Their meeting, a chaotic collision of bruised egos and spilled cocktails in a luxury hotel bar, was hardly promising. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their respective love lives, a spark ignited—a fragile connection forged in the crucible of shared pain. Then, as swiftly as it began, it ended, leaving behind only a delicate silver necklace—a cryptic clue in a mystery Ethan, ever the strategist, couldn't ignore.

Fueled by a potent mixture of vengeance and wounded pride, Ethan devised a plan—bold, audacious, even slightly ludicrous: a one-year contract marriage with Alea. It was a scorched-earth strategy against their betrayers, a meticulously crafted scheme for mutual retribution. But, as fate often dictates, meticulously laid plans and unpredictable human emotions rarely harmonize. The unexpected, naturally, ensued.

What began as a coldly calculated arrangement began to evolve. Passion, simmering beneath the surface, threatened to erupt. Secrets, insidious weeds in a carefully cultivated garden, choked their carefully constructed façade. Malicious gossip and underhanded maneuvers threatened to derail their revenge plot. However, Ethan's formidable mother, Martha—a woman whose wisdom and unwavering loyalty were as formidable as her son's ambition—became an invaluable asset.

Valerie Patterson has always been the unwanted daughter, the one with the scar birthmark. Valerie's
parents rejected her from the moment she was born, because she has an ugly scar on her face.
Valerie's parents hid Valerie away and despised Valerie so much. After years of enduring her father’s
indifference and her mother’s cruelty, she has one thing to hold onto, the promise, that her birthmark
will disappear when she finds true love.
Valerie saved Mr Andrew hill's and had a one night stand with him. Mr Hills discovered that the
woman who saved him was from the Patterson family. Mr Hill visited the Patterson family to marry
the woman who saved him and also to make it up to Valerie.
When billionaire Andrew Hill arrives to propose to Valerie, it was Valerie's sister that Richard
Patterson presented to Mr Hills, Richard said that he has only one daughter which is Daphne, Mr
Andrew hill's didn't not actually know the face of the woman that saved him but he was convinced
that the woman is from Patterson family and if Mr Patterson said he has only one daughter then it
must be Daphne who saved him Last night. But as they continue with the marriage arrangements Mr Andrew Hill's come to know that the
Patterson family was hiding something from him.

Andrew believes he’s found the woman he spent a magical night with, but he’s being deceived.
Mr Patterson and Mrs Patterson determine to hide Valerie from Mr Andrew hill's even when he is very close to finding Valerie. Mr and Mrs Patterson hated Valerie, they don't want
Valerie to marry Mr Andrew hill's instead they want their beloved daughter Daphne to have
the better life that belongs to Valerie
An unexpected twist of fate puts Valerie in the spotlight.

Julieta Carrasco is twenty-one years old with the eyes of someone who's lived sixty.
Three months ago, she escaped a nightmare she can barely name — weeks of captivity, abuse, and violence at the hands of a man her mother brought into their lives. Now she's living in a women's shelter, working a dead-end job at a luxury clothing store, and trying to convince herself that breathing counts as surviving. Her mother is in prison. Her sister has been missing for years. And the scars she hides beneath long sleeves are the least of what she carries.
Vladimir Rossi is a thirty-five-year-old Italian CEO who built an empire, buried a wife, and hasn't smiled in five years. Trapped in a loveless contract marriage to Viviana Franco — a woman who spends his money, despises his five-year-old daughter Gabriela, and holds his family's inheritance hostage — Vladimir is a man running out of options and patience. When bruises keep appearing on his little girl's arms and every nanny he hires mysteriously quits, he knows Viviana is behind it. But he can't touch her. Not yet. Not for ten more months.
Their worlds collide when Vladimir's car strikes Julieta on a rainy night — hours after their eyes first met across a boutique where she watched his marriage fall apart in real time. At the hospital, doctors discover Julieta was twelve weeks pregnant. She didn't know. The baby — a remnant of her captivity — doesn't survive.

After a drunken one-night stand, I made the biggest mistake of my life—I slept with my boss, Alexander Brown. He's my father's business partner, a man who terrified me with just an icy stare.

I fled in a panic, but a resume I left behind led him to the wrong person—my cousin, Elodie. While I lived in fear and guilt, she seized the opportunity to take my place, accepting the marriage he offered out of a sense of responsibility.

What no one knew was that our reckless night had already sown its seed. I was pregnant.

Believing he was committed to her, I planned to secretly get an abortion and disappear from his world, even inventing a "fiancé" to fend off his growing suspicions.

But Alexander was no fool, and his sharp instincts began to tear through my web of lies.

He could never have imagined that the timid, overlooked intern he barely noticed was not only the woman from that passionate night, but also the mother of his child.

I woke up from a coma with no memory. Only a baby by my side.
And now, I am a nude muse at a Paris elite academy, and the youngest billionaire in the city is taking the class where I model, unable to take his eyes off me.
Andrew thinks I am a stranger. He doesn’t know I am the woman he once loved.
And neither do I.
But our past is darker, dirtier, and more forbidden than either of us remembers.

"W-what are you doing?" I was shocked and couldn't move because Dante's hands were holding my body.

"Remember! You are my wife and you have to do what a wife should do to your husband!"

I couldn't breathe for a moment. His face was too close to mine. "What do you mean?"

"Serve me in bed tonight!"

My eyes cut perfectly. I couldn't believe the man who was my sister's future husband asked me to serve him in bed. "But ..."

"But what?" Dante's face got closer even our seeds were united but I couldn't do anything. I closed my eyes and let Dante do what he wanted. His lips were so soft and fragrant I couldn't hold my breath anymore I could die here.

Then Dante just left me. "Go to sleep! I'll wait for you until you're ready."


Aurora did not expect that she would marry the man my sister loved.

Today should be my sister's wedding. However, when the event was about to take place, suddenly my sister left a letter stating that she could not marry Dante for whatever reason. Where he is the CEO of the CNM Group where this company is a magnet for all companies in this country,

This made Dante's family feel humiliated, and they asked Aurora, who was Molly May's young sister, to continue the marriage with Dante, replacing Molly May.

How is Aurora's story next? Will she and Dante live happily with their sudden marriage?

Fifteen years ago, Caspian Blackwood watched his world burn. His parents were murdered, his family's empire was stolen, and he was captured and forced to live as a slave by the man who destroyed everything he loved. But he escaped, disappeared, and spent the next fifteen years building an empire of his own. Now, he has returned as a ruthless billionaire CEO with only one goal—to make his enemies pay. His revenge begins with Indigo Anderson, the innocent daughter of the man he hates most. On the very night she loses her mother, Indigo is betrayed by her own uncle, sold for six million dollars, and delivered into Caspian's hands. To him, she is not a woman deserving of mercy but a debt that must be repaid. He vows to make her suffer for every scar her father left behind, declaring, "No one is coming to save you. You're mine now." But the longer Indigo remains his captive, the more Caspian realizes she is nothing like the monster who raised her. She is compassionate where her father was cruel, selfless where he was selfish, and innocent of the sins he is punishing her for. As hatred slowly gives way to an undeniable attraction, long-buried secrets begin to unravel, exposing a truth that could destroy everything Caspian has believed for the past fifteen years. When revenge collides with love, will he remain the man who stole her freedom, or will the woman he swore to destroy become the only one capable of saving his broken soul?

She had a dream about him, saying his vows to her, that they would be together forever, and then her best friend woke her up. Good thing because that dream she had is a nightmare! What Sadie didn't know is that going to her new job today is the start of her real-life nightmare? Or will she realise as she spends more time with her Boss, slash husband it is a sweet reality dream after all? Let's see as we start the beginning of Sadie and Kayden's love story. No one is good enough to deserve the charming, assertive, cocky, smart and bad boy type Kayden Freniere. Almost everyone around him admires him. Kayden the CEO and Sadie his secretary. They have a cold and thrilling relationship. One moment, she feels like he is torturing her then the next thing she knew she was fascinated by him. However what could happen if, the secret about Sadie his secretary and him they were hiding the most suddenly came out? That they are married for years now. Will Kayden defend her and act like the Knight in shining armour Sadie needs or will he deny the connection they have with each other? One thing for sure, he wants his Wife back for some reason he can't name but the question is ... does she want him back too?

Lyra Winters has been in a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend Ethan for over a year. When their once-perfect connection begins to fray, Lyra plans the ultimate Valentine's Day surprise—an engagement that will reignite their love, complete with a romantic getaway to the Maldives. But when a shocking betrayal shatters her world, Lyra finds herself in an unexpected and unpredictable situation.
A chance encounter with a stranger—Roman Lennox, a successful and enigmatic CEO—leads to a surprising turn of events. In a moment of anger and heartbreak, Lyra makes a bold decision that will change the course of both their lives.
As the lines between duty and desire blur, Lyra and Roman embark on a journey neither of them expected. With a fake engagement on the horizon, can a holiday romance turn into something real, or will the challenges ahead threaten to pull them apart?

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

In my past life, I signed a marriage agreement, served as a live-in son-in-law for five years, and died in a hospital. Meanwhile, my "wife," Grace, was on the moon, embracing her lover and watching the star rings.
Given a second chance, she threw the agreement in my face at the marriage summit: "Sign it. After the wedding, I'll go find Karl. You'd better act like the legal wife."
I didn't refuse; I just tossed the agreement to my emotional nemesis .
The whole city laughed at my madness.
Until Grace flaunted her "pure-blood heir" at the 100-day celebration, I publicly projected her sterilization report—
the bastard in her arms was the product of her lover and a downtown prostitute.
And her lover was being mutilated in the downtown area.
In this life, I'm not a live-in son-in-law; I'm her gravedigger.

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."

The day I signed the divorce papers, Ethan Frost lit up the night sky with thousands of drones spelling out, ‘Vivian Moore, I love you.’ The whole city celebrated his new romance.
On our daughter, Sophie’s birthday, he watched coldly as Vivian’s daughter snatched away her favorite Elsa princess cake—and didn’t even blink when I was shoved down the stairs. Bleeding and trembling, I looked up to see him tenderly massaging Vivian’s feet.
But what truly shattered me was the day Sophie struggled in the pool—Ethan held me back, eyes dark, roaring, “What do you want?”
Later, he scrambled to Sophie’s photo on his knees, crying “Where’s Sophie? Bring her out.” While I only felt absurd, I smiled through my tears “you will never see Sophie again—ever.”

Megan Corteza fell in love with the school’s football quarterback, Ashton Pritzgold. She has a simple beauty, but she is the number one all over senior high school students, but she lacked with one thing, and that is money which matters in their school to become famous that is why she was never on Ashton’s radar.

Ashton Priztgold is the most popular guy on campus because he got it all, intelligent, hot, handsome, and the football prodigy, and most of all, son of the filthy rich business tycoon in the country.

Megan always kept away from the rich, but one day she was shocked when Ashton approached her, and she became the envy of all the girls on campus, and her once peaceful life became chaotic because of him.

For Ashton, Megan was way out of his league because hot cheerleaders and rich girls will always chase him around, but he was on a mission to know her and couldn’t stop himself from falling in love with her. And he didn’t foresee the big mistake he had made will hurt her whole being and shattered not only her heart but her entire future.

Megan was broken-hearted and left no choice but to left her home after her high school graduation and promised herself never to forgive Ashton for what he had done to her.

Ashton is now the CEO of Pritzgold International Shipping Lines, Incorporated. After eight years, he meets Megan again, and he realized he was such a fool for hurting her because, after so many years, he realized Megan was still his one great love.

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”What are you doing here, Ashton?” Megan asked angrily, and she hated herself because even if she was angry with him she can't deny he has still the same effect on her.

”To win back your heart, and claim what is rightfully mine.” He replied, and his intense gaze is driving her crazy.

"You have nothing to claim because you lose your chance eight years ago." She answered coldly.