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In that luxury cruise ship fire that shocked the world, my husband Gordon Mercer—the ship's captain—pried open my bloodied fingers and fastened the last intact life vest onto his first love.
In my past life, he locked me inside the blazing cabin. First, the flames devoured me. Then, as the ship broke apart, the icy ocean swallowed me whole. I drowned in the depths.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to that life-or-death moment—the ship about to sink, alarms tearing through the night.
Watching Gordon clutch that trembling woman in his arms, I didn't break down sobbing like before. I didn't beg.
Instead, I laughed coldly and threw the life vest at their feet.
"Since you two are so desperate to die together, go right ahead."

My daughter was choked until her face turned purple by the mistress's son, then nearly died after my ex-husband forced her to give blood.
She was beaten, cursed at, and abandoned on a bench outside the hospital.
And I could do nothing to help her.
Because I had already died eight years ago.
It wasn't until my daughter collapsed crying at my grave—and the story made the news—that my ex-husband finally learned the truth.
He had destroyed both me and the child we shared in the cruelest way possible.
And by then, there was no fixing it.

My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

I’m Molly Johnson. At my own engagement party, I witnessed my fiancé’s betrayal with my stepsister right before my eyes. Devastated, I turned around and married Edward Howard—a wealthy heir rumored to be terminally ill, with not much time left to live.
Everyone laughed, saying I was in a hurry to become a widow. But little did they know, I leaned close to his ear, my breath warm and teasing: “Since you don’t have much time left, why not play a little game with me?”
I flirted with him, tempted him, watched as his indifference slowly melted into a blush at the tips of his ears.
Until one day, he cornered me against the wall, his eyes burning with longing. “Molly… tease me again. Please.”

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Jess is the heir of his father big mansion, to fulfill his will he goes with his girlfriend to spend a week there but what is doesn't know is not only is half-sister is taking part of the project but they are monitored 24/7. What started as a normal experience turns into a bloody battle for power

As the manor's all seeing AI, Craig, monitors their every move and whispered confession, the line between sanctuary and laboratory blurs. The house's hidden passages and dark secrets begin to surface, revealing a legacy built on betrayal, psychological torture, and murder. The heirs soon realize they are not just fighting for an inheritance but for their very survival, as the house itself seems designed to make them turn on one another.

In this venomous crucible of lust and greed, where every kiss can be a lie and every touch a threat, the Blackwood family must confront the sins of their bloodline. Who will successfully navigate the lethal maze of desire and deception to claim the ultimate prize, and who will become just another ghost haunting the halls of Jackson Manor?

Damian's breath fanned my ear as I felt his body press into my back. The front of his gun brushed past my shoulder, fixated on Luca, who faced us with clenched fists.
“Move, Elena,” Luca wanted to sound dominating, “he won't hurt you. I won't let him.”
I couldn't move when Damian settled his hand on my waist firmly, keeping me from moving.
“You won't let me?” Damian's tone was possessive when he leaned closer to me, speaking to Luca. “You don't give the orders here.”
Luca's jaw tightened, but he didn't move from his place.
Damian slowly pressed his finger more on the trigger, deliberately.
“You have two choices, Elena," he whispered to me. "Choose me, and he'll live, but might end up in a hospital. Choose him and he dies."


Elena knew it wasn’t a threat but a promise.

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

Thirteen years. That's how long I loved Reid Holloway.
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.

I died on that operating table.

Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.

But I came back.

Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.

Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.

"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."

Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.

"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.

Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"

Too bad he figured it out too late.

Hazel Montgomery is your average witch. She keeps to her rank within the demizen community, but pushes it’s limits with her on again off again relationship with a werewolf. And let’s not forget her connection to the dream realm where no one’s secrets are safe.

But the line becomes blurred when she catches the eye of Gabriel, a vampire with the name of angel. Suddenly, the boring life of a witch is filled with vampire drama and dark deeds. Forced into a blood oath, she doesn’t truly know how entangled she is until it’s too late. So deeply entangled that not even time will be able to separate them.

Can Hazel handle being torn between who she thought she was, who she wants to be and who she’s becoming.

Everyone at Briar Ridge High knows two things: No one messes with star quarterback Jaxon Reed, and no one stands up for Mila Santos.
Mila is the brilliant, plus-size girl people underestimate too easily—the quiet honors student with a sharp tongue, a secret dream of leaving town, and a reputation shaped by years of cruelty. At school, she’s the target of whispers, pranks, and public humiliation, much of it fueled by Jaxon’s possessive cheerleader ex.

Then Mila takes a live-in babysitting job for Jaxon’s little sister while his father works nights, and everything changes.
At school, they are enemies by history and circumstance. At home, they are forced into the same kitchen, the same living room, the same late-night routines of homework help, shared meals, and caring for the little girl who adores them both. Mila sees the side of Jaxon no one else does: protective, overworked, and carrying more pressure than his golden-boy image reveals. Jaxon begins to see the truth about Mila too—not the rumors, not the body people mock, but the fierce, funny, deeply resilient girl he should have defended long ago.
As the bullying escalates and his ex wages war, Jaxon is forced to choose between the life everyone expects from him and the girl he cannot stop thinking about. Meanwhile, Mila begins a powerful transformation of her own. She stops shrinking. Stops apologizing. Stops letting cruel people decide her worth.

What begins as bitterness becomes tension. Tension becomes loyalty. Loyalty becomes a first love fierce enough to change them both.
But when betrayal, jealousy, and one devastating public humiliation threaten to tear them apart, Mila must decide whether loving Jaxon is worth the risk—or whether choosing herself means walking away from the boy who finally learned how to fight for her.....

"I have a proposal for you. Let's strike a deal."
"What kind of deal?"
"Marry me."
Kelly Brook thought her secret marriage to Anderson Grant would shield her from her previous scandal, but everything crumbled when she discovered Anderson's betrayal—a hidden affair with her estranged twin sister, Kate. Forced to announce her own divorce, Kelly struggles to hold her composure as she faces public judgment and private heartbreak.
In the midst of this chaos, Adrian—a charming doctor and heir who offers Kelly a lifeline in the form of a marriage of convenience—becomes her unexpected ally. But just when Kelly begins to find solace, she finds that she is pregnant for 6 weeks. Kelly must decide whether to fight for redemption or let her past destroy her future.

"So I was just a game to you, Angela?"
"Everything they said is true... I got close to you because of the bet."
Years later, high school betrayal ignites a deadly adult contract.
"This isn't a negotiation, Angela. I want your body, and I'll give you a price. That's it."
"Angela Jones. Once untouchable. Now sitting in front of me, begging."
"You're staying here starting today... your life isn't yours anymore."
Angela Jones is on the rise in Hollywood when a scandal destroys her career. Fleeing to Santa Barbara to escape the chaos, she runs into Aaron Carter,the man she once framed and ruined.
Aaron isn't the boy she remembers. He's a cold, calculated billionaire now, with only one goal: revenge. Using absolute control, he drags Angela into a dangerous game where every past sin and secret is laid bare. From betrayal and heartbreak to a binding contract that leaves her life under his command, Angela must navigate a world of power, desire, and ruthless retribution.
In the end, she must choose: fight to reclaim her life or surrender to the man determined to ruin her... and maybe, the only one who can save her.

Five years ago, Lila Hart vanished after one night with a man who never gave his real name.
She rebuilt her life in silence—until his face dominated every screen.
Adrian Blackmoor.
Tech billionaire. Phantom executive. Untouchable.
When Adrian discovers he has a son, he doesn’t demand forgiveness.
He demands access.
Dragged into a world of glass towers, private armies, and legal assassins, Lila realizes Adrian’s empire was built on blood—and his family intends to collect what they believe is theirs.
But Elliot isn’t just a child.
He’s leverage.
A weapon.
An heir.
And the truth about Lila’s disappearance may destroy them all.

"You're my weakness" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at her, she yawned.

"If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish" She said as she stepped towards him.

He stepped back. “Don't come closer" he said, his hands jolting. “I'll shoot."

“Jerald Carter! New York's Cosa Nostra, can't even shoot me.” She mocked him, she knew he couldn't do it.
She kept moving closer.

“Jennifer!” He warned her.

“You can't kill me, Jerald.” She pressed her chest against the gun. “You and I both know I am The Thing You Kill For.”
Jennifer’s father promised that she would marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend—but now that her family's lives depend on it, there’s no denying it anymore.
There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn’t help but fall for him.

Everyone is not perfect of course, Jerald Carter got a big secret he’s keeping, of the dark and deadly variety.

But what will happen when she finds out that she married a man who could just as easily kill her as a snap...?

BLURB

She was his destined mate, his forbidden love, and the mother of a legacy they tried to kill.

When Adelina McKenna steps into the glittering world of werewolf billionaires, she expects answers but what she gets is betrayal. Rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Daxon Reyes, and cast out by the powerful Silver Fang Council, she's left to fend for herself in a world that sees her as nothing more than a mistake.

But Adelina is no mistake. Carrying a child marked by ancient power and driven by blood-deep rage, she forges her own path through the wilderness of betrayal, vengeance, and forgotten magic.

As Alpha Dax faces the crumbling of everything he once held sacred, he must decide whether redemption is possible or whether he’s already lost the only future worth fighting for.

In a war of blood and legacy, one howl will shatter tradition. But destiny... reborn.

She showed up from a nowhere town in Texas. He runs half the city from a penthouse no one gets invited to.

First meeting: he told her to hand over the cat and the kid. She kicked his brother into a car hood.

Second meeting: he produced a travel-size hand sanitizer on a park bench. She ate a hot dog next to him without blinking.

They're locked to the same bracelet — heart rate spikes, coordinates sync, no override, no opt-out. He's precise, controlled, allergic to chaos. She keeps walking into his life like she owns the square footage. He's never once miscalculated a person. She makes him do it constantly.

He tells her he'll always know where she is. She tells him to keep his heart rate down, then.

Neither of them manages it.

He says he doesn't do feelings. She says she doesn't do roots. The bracelet doesn't care what either of them says.

It just keeps syncing.

Every time.

He was caught on camera… carrying an unconscious girl.

By morning, the internet had already decided what he did to her.

Kael Voss was supposed to be untouchable, campus golden boy, hockey captain, future pro.
Until one video destroyed everything.

Now he’s the face of a scandal he won’t explain…
and the most hated man on campus.

Nova Reyes didn’t just believe the story,
she told it to the world.

With one viral podcast episode, she turned outrage into a wildfire,
and Kael into a monster.

But when a ruthless reality show forces them into a fake relationship for the cameras,
hate isn’t the only thing burning between them anymore.

Because the truth Kael is hiding?
It isn’t just about that night.

It’s about the girl in the hospital…
the camera that was already waiting…
and a secret powerful enough to destroy far more than his life.

And the more Nova digs, the more terrifying it becomes.

She didn’t just expose a lie.

She walked straight into something that was never meant to be seen.

Now the cameras are always watching.
The threats are getting closer.
And the man she swore to ruin… might be the only one trying to keep her alive.

I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

“Didn't forget me, Ava?" He pinned me to wall.
I bit my lip, resisting his Alpha scent...
"How did you get out?" finger traced my face.
"Do you think you can escape, mate?"Xavier was acting irrationally, behaving in ways that were hard for her to predict and harder to defend against.

On top of everything else, the mating bond was back in earnest, riding her hard and making Ava hyperaware of every single point of contact where Xavier’s body met her own. Her body began heating up of its own volition, responding purely to his proximity. The scent of wood ash and violets was nearly suffocating.

Ava bit her lip, and turned her head away, unwilling to throw the first jab. He’d brought her here and he was the one keeping her here. If he had something to do, nothing was stopping him.

“Is this all you’ve got for me, Ava?” When he finally spoke, his voice was rough and lustful. “You used to be better at this.”


Being accused of murdering the Alpha’s sister and lover, Ava was sent to the dungeon three years ago. Life imprisonment. These two words were too heavy to take. Ava lost her pride, her friends, her belief and her love in that night.
After three years, she was sent out secretly to a sex club – the Green Light Club, where she got the reunion with her Alpha, Xavier. And she was astonished to find out who they really were…
Three years of abusive life changed her life. She ought to seek for a revenge. She ought to bark with scars, vengeance and hatreds. But she owe to someone. And she must keep her promise. The only thing she could think about was escaping.
However, Xavier offered a deal. But she must ‘pay’ for her freedom and atonement. In the meantime, she gradually found out the truth about what happened three years ago.
A plot.

“Wait, Liz. Are you still a virgin?” He asked, looking thoughtful.

“Pssh, no way!” I giggled, giving myself away.

“No shit? I’m shocked that with a body like yours, you haven’t had sex yet.”

“Well, timing was never right, I guess.” I admitted.

“You have to make the time right,” he whispered, moving closer and closer to me. When he was merely a breath away he trapped me against the pool wall with his strong arms.

He leaned down and took a sniff of my neck before licking along my pulse. He worked his way up to my ear and nibbled on it before grabbing a handful of my ass. He moved and looked into my eyes before leaning down to press his lips to mine. His lips were so warm and inviting as he prodded mine with his tongue for entry. I obliged and felt him sweep his tongue in my mouth. He pulled me closer to him, his erection digging into my stomach. I felt overwhelmed by his scent, his warmth and his taste. In that moment, I breathed Trey.

When we pulled apart, I was panting fiercely.

“That’s how you make the moment right.” He said with a wink before swimming away. That asshole.


Eliza is a human who babysits 4 year old Tammy during the day, and strips at night.

When Derek takes his best friend Tanner to the strip club for a birthday surprise, he meets Eliza and becomes immediately smitten with her.

The problem is that Derek’s the brother of Tammy, the girl she babysits. He soon comes to recognize her and ends up getting her fired when she fought against his sexual advances.

Unable to afford rent in the city now, she moves back in with her father.

In her old town, she comes across old faces and new faces. Trey, her best friend throughout school, and Luke, a mysterious man with a secret.

She suddenly finds her self surrounded by werewolves and vampires in a world she didn’t know existed.

Three men are after Eliza, only one will win her heart.

Isabel has everything—beauty, success, the perfect relationship. So why does she feel so empty? When she discovers the mystical dream realm, she finds what she’s been craving: Alexander. He’s everything her perfect life isn’t—wild, passionate, impossible. Twin flames colliding in a world where every forbidden fantasy becomes reality. And she’s done pretending to be satisfied.

Wife

The world was indeed a very small, cramped space, because the thought that I would see him again never crossed my mind.

The years changed him. The loving, laid-back man I used to love was gone, in his place was a cruel, calculating hunter. I didn't care though, we were through and the love I felt for him was long buried in the past.

Was it?

Husband

She goddamned left me. No how, no why. She just fucking left and she thought she was fucking badass enough to kill. She didn't had a fucking clue that she was about to flick a fire to a hive of been. Fuck!

Although I anticipated every second to meet her again, because now that I caught her, there was no fucking letting go.

MATURE/ADULT CONTENT
When I was a little girl, I always dreamed about being with a wealthy husband, having a beautiful home, and having wonderful kids.
I desired that little fairy-tale dream because that's all I've ever wanted.
I was never afraid of anything or anyone for that matter, that was until I met Mr. Aiden Williams.
He was a very intimidating and dangerous man and he never took no for an answer.
18+ ADVISED
CONTAINS SEXUAL MENTIONS/ VULGARITY/RAPE
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

I fumbled with the lock, my pulse hammering. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't want this.
"Alaric," I breathed, but his name barely made it past my lips before his hands were on me—hot, demanding, unstoppable.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against my throat, his fingers sliding beneath my dress. "Tell me you don't want this."
I opened my mouth—to argue, to push him away—but all that came out was a soft, shuddering gasp as he found the one place that betrayed me.
His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. "That's what I thought."
Betrayed and humiliated at the altar.
Isla never planned to ruin herself in the arms of another man. But heartbreak led her straight into the grasp of Alaric Voss—powerful, ruthless, and twice her age.
One night. No names. No future.
Or so she thought.
Because when the sun rose, Isla came face-to-face with her new boss—the same man who had just claimed her in every sinful way possible.
Now, resisting him is impossible. He's everywhere—watching, teasing, owning her with every smirk, every touch. She swore it was a mistake. He swears it's just the beginning.
And the more she fights him, the more she realizes the truth:
She was his from the moment he laid eyes on her. And Alaric Voss doesn't let what's his slip away.

Isabella Torrino has never questioned the gilded cage her father built around her—until Marco Santangelo becomes her shadow. As her new bodyguard, he should be just another face in her father's army of killers. Instead, his touch ignites fires she never knew existed, his dark eyes promising salvation from a life of beautiful emptiness. But in the Torrino empire, love is the deadliest luxury, and trust can be fatal. When Isabella discovers that Marco destroyed her mother with the very locket she treasures—the last piece of Elena's love—their world explodes into fragments she can never reassemble. Three years after his exile, Marco returns bearing impossible truths: the mother Isabella mourned is alive, the father she adores is a monster, and the love she destroyed might be the only thing that can save them all. In Sicily's ancient shadows, they must choose between the comfortable lies that shaped them and a truth that could set them free—if it doesn't kill them first.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. We couldn't save the baby."

My hand instinctively reached for my stomach. "So... it's really gone?"

"Your cancer-weakened body can't support the pregnancy. We need to end it, soon," the doctor says.

After the surgery, HE showed up. "Audrey Sinclair! How dare you make this decision without consulting me?"

I wanted to pour out my pain, to feel his embrace. But when I saw the WOMAN beside him, I gave up.

Without hesitation, he left with that "fragile" woman. That kind of tenderness, I’ve never felt it.

However, I don't mind that anymore as I have nothing now - my child, my love, and even... my life.


Audrey Sinclair, a poor woman, fell in love with a man she shouldn't have. Blake Parker, New York's most powerful billionaire, has everything a man could dream of - money, power, influence - but one thing: he doesn't love her.

Five years of one-sided love. Three years of secret marriage. A diagnosis that leaves her with three months to live.

When the Hollywood starlet returns from Europe, Audrey Sinclair knows it's time to end her loveless marriage. But she doesn't understand - since he doesn't love her, why did he refuse when she proposed divorce? Why is he torturing her during these last three months of her life?

As time slips away like sand through an hourglass, Audrey must choose: die as Mrs. Parker, or live her final days in freedom.

I loved him for seven years. I gave up my career as a genius designer, supported his rise, and gave him everything. But he betrayed me in the worst way possible.
He gave my only family—my beloved dog—to his so-called white moonlight and watched her torture it to death. He let her wear my wedding dress, take my ring, and destroy everything I cherished.
When I was hurt and broken, he never defended me. He chose her lies over my pain.
In that moment, I woke up. I ended our engagement, walked away, and returned to reclaim my throne as a top designer. I will make them regret every cruel thing they’ve done.
You lost me when you betrayed me. And you will never get me back.

Warning ⚠️
R18
Explicitly steamy, mature words and Raw!!! Read at your own risk

Ember Kane is strictly off-limits.
Her brother Colt made damn sure of that. And as Prez of the Savage MC, Zane Thorne wrote the rule himself: no one touches the brothers sisters.
But one forbidden night changes everything.
When the mate bond ignites between them, Zane...the cold, powerful Alpha with ice in his veins and fire in his touch...can’t stay away. Ember is the girl with a dormant wolf, hidden powers, and a body that burns only for the man she’s never supposed to crave.
He claims her hard and deep, knotting her under the stars while breaking every law of the pack. One stolen kiss turns into raw, desperate nights where he whispers “Little Berry” against her skin and makes her scream his name.
Now Prez Stepsister wants Him for herself, a viral video threatens to expose them, and Colt’s obsession grows darker by the day. Enemies circle, the past-life prophecy looms, and the bond pulls them deeper into dangerous pleasure.
Zane will freeze hell itself before he lets anyone take his Luna.
She’s his medicine. His addiction. His everything.
Will their forbidden heat survive the firestorm or will it burn them both alive?
Paranormal Romance | Biker Alpha | Fated Mates | Forbidden Love | Steamy

"We promised each other ten PM calls every single night, no matter what was happening in our lives."

That promise used to mean everything to Eric, until it became nothing but busy tones and angry hang-ups while some other woman's perfume lingered on his shirts. The signs were all there, but I kept dialing anyway.

On cancer diagnosis day, I called him nine times and watched each call go straight to voicemail. When he finally answered the tenth, Stella was giggling in the background and all he said was, "Wren, seriously, stop being such a pain in the ass."

I choked down my bloody pills, stared at my engagement ring, and felt the strangest thing—absolutely nothing. The pain had just vanished.

I dropped the ring next to the signed papers and disappeared from his world.

On our wedding night, my wife said to me: "Lucas's family needs an heir, and I've agreed to carry one for them."
Seeing me trembling all over, she gently cupped my face and added softly: "It's just IVF—a way to repay their kindness. The entire process is medical, with no physical contact at all. Once the baby is born and the debt is settled, I'll have as many children with you as you want, okay?"
For the sake of our ten years of love and the debt of gratitude we owed, I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Until three months later, when I found her lying naked on our wedding bed, frantically making love with Lucas.

“Did you ever love me?” Summer Hayes asked her husband once.

Kieran Cross never answered.

For two years, Summer believed their marriage was revenge—cold touches, ruthless control, and silence sharp enough to wound. The billionaire boy she ignored in high school had finally made her pay for it.

Until the night he died saving her.

As their yacht sank beneath freezing waves, Kieran shoved her onto the rescue boat, blood on his lips, and mouthed the words he’d never said before:

“I love you.”

By the time Summer understood the truth, he was gone.

Three years later, destroyed by grief and PTSD, she crashes her car—and wakes up at sixteen.

This time, her mother is alive.
And Kieran is not the untouchable billionaire she remembers, but a poor scholarship student everyone overlooks.

Quiet. Exhausted. Starving himself to support his deaf little sister.

When no one offers him a seat, Summer does.

Because this lifetime, she’ll save the boy who died for her.

But falling for Kieran again may uncover the devastating truth behind the man he became—and why loving her always seems to end in tragedy.

When star hockey player Jack Reynolds tosses divorce papers at his wife Emma, he believes he's trading up for a more glamorous model who "understands his lifestyle." What he doesn't know: the quiet, supportive woman he's discarding is the secret heir to an $18 billion fortune – and the granddaughter of the man who owns his hockey team.For eight years, Emma Mitchell hid her true identity, supporting Jack's career while secretly learning the business from the ground up. Now, with her grandfather's health failing and the Boston Blades facing financial crisis, Emma is poised to step into her rightful role as majority owner.*Some men have to lose everything to realize what they had. Some women have to lose a husband to find themselves. In this game, the most dangerous plays happen off the ice.

Felicia believed her marriage to Wilson was a perfect love story—until one day everything shattered when she discovered that her husband was having an affair with another woman. Her heart broke, and her pride was deeply wounded. In anger and desperation, Felicia made a decision she had never imagined before: to repay betrayal with betrayal.
On a night filled with overwhelming emotions and alcohol, Felicia accidentally bumped into a stranger. That unexpected encounter turned into a single night that would change her life forever.
A few weeks later, Felicia was shocked to discover that she was pregnant.
But the real shock came when she learned the man’s true identity—he was the husband of the woman who had been having an affair with Wilson, her own husband.

I’m married to a stranger… and I slept with the wrong billionaire.
My name is Elara Ashford.
I’m the adopted daughter the Ashfords sacrificed to save their precious biological child.
Four years ago, the family faced ruin, on the edge of bankruptcy.
A mysterious benefactor stepped in—saving them in exchange for a contract marriage with me.
Rumors said he was hideously ugly, reclusive, too ashamed to show his face.
For four years, he never asked to meet.
I grieved the baby I lost, painted in silence, and waited for our deal to end.
Now, the final year is here.
My unknown husband demands we meet face-to-face.
But things happened earlier than expected? I crash into him at the Serpentine Gallery, paint splattering his Tom Ford suit.
He flips open my sketchbook… and freezes.
That drawing? One I had made in grief for my son, who I had lost — and yet it was identical to his son, Cassian.
The man whose child I drew from grief.
And he is my mysterious contract husband.

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

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

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

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

Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.

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

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

I was always the extra daughter in the Cross family.
To my parents, I was nothing more than a walking blood bank for Clara. To my husband Adrian, I was a sinner who needed to atone for her crimes.
When Adrian forced me to donate a kidney to my sister, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, I liquidated every asset I owned and transferred it all to my research lab.
They thought I was stupid, thought I was still desperate for their love.
But all I was doing was putting my affairs in order.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up blood all over the table.
Adrian sneered over the phone. "Cut the act, Evelyn. You'll do anything to dodge responsibility. You just want attention—how pathetic."
The surgery was a "success."
My sister got the kidney she'd always wanted.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated above my body as I watched Adrian walk into the hospital room, that patronizing smile on his face, ready to put on his "repentant husband" act.
"Eve, I know you've been hurt. Let's start over..."
The only answer he got was a white sheet pulled over my face.

In my previous life, on the night of our wedding anniversary, my husband Bryan brought his pregnant mistress, Victoria, into our home. Driven to the edge, I slashed my wrists to force him to kick her out.
No one could have predicted her blood sugar would suddenly crash in the freezing storm outside. She collapsed into a flooded ditch and froze to death before anyone found her.
Everyone ruled it a tragic accident, but Bryan decided her blood was on my hands.
Months later, when I went into labor, he abused his position as my doctor to deliberately delay my care. He left me to writhe through dozens of hours of agonizing contractions and severe hemorrhaging until I bled out.
When, with hands slick with my own blood, I begged him to save our baby, he calmly peeled off his soiled surgical gloves. The look in his eyes was merciless.
"Heartbroken?" he sneered. "Good. Take the brat down to hell with you to keep Victoria company."
An icy, suffocating darkness swallowed me whole.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact night of our anniversary—the very moment Bryan, bringing the freezing rain in with him, protectively guided Victoria through my front door.

My sister Chiara and I had fought over Matteo for more than a decade.

In my first life, I got my wish and married him. Everyone said he adored me, trusting me to manage the entire Salvatore family's books and money laundering operations. I worked myself to death, literally dying from exhaustion. On my deathbed, he coldly told me the truth: "I never loved you. You're the one who begged to marry me."

In my second life, I let Chiara have her chance. She bore him four children in five years, trying desperately to earn his love, only to die in childbirth. I rushed to her bedside for her final moments, and she cried out to me: "Matteo doesn't love me either... there's another woman in his heart..."

When I opened my eyes again, it was my third life.

This time, we would NOT make the same mistakes.

My serpent mate has locked me in the castle, nine months pregnant. A dozen serpent guards watch me day and night. I can't even leave the room.

A month ago, his brother died in a hunting accident. He became the serpent clan leader. Then he brought back his brother's widow, the woman he grew up with. His first love.

He said he needed to take care of his brother's widow. He told me we'd all live together in the castle, nice and peaceful.

I said no.

I'm his mate. I'm a beastman. My pride won't let me accept that. And they grew up together, childhood sweethearts. How could I not think about it?

She came to him in tears, heavily pregnant. She said I poisoned her medicine, that I wanted to kill her and the baby.

He believed her.

He decided I was just some rogue beastman with no background, jealous and vicious, only after his title and money. So he locked me in this freezing castle while he camped outside her delivery room.

When labor hit, I screamed for a healer. I swore I never hurt her. I just couldn't live with her under the same roof. I only ever loved him.

He just laughed. "You're good at acting. I don't believe a word out of you. Once she delivers safely, I'll deal with you. Don't think you can trick me into coming back."

But when a trembling guard reported "Your mate and the child... they didn't make it," he lost it completely.

Three months after my miscarriage, at the celebration dinner he hosts for my "recovery," he tells his partners in French, "She's just a trophy wife. Doesn't understand basic business."

"What about that new assistant? The twenty-two-year-old?"

"So much smarter," he laughs. "And in bed? Way more exciting."

They think I don't understand. To everyone here, I'm just the stay-at-home wife who gave up her VP position at an investment bank to play house.

They don't know I minored in French. I spent a full year studying abroad at the Sorbonne.

As I lay in the operating room, bleeding out from the miscarriage, he was already seeing her.

Je comprends tout. I understand everything.

Over the champagne and candlelight, I smile at him.

He has no idea this is the last time he'll ever see it.

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game.
Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out.
He went first.
"I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was."
He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on.
My turn.
"I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?"
He laughed. He thought I was joking.
He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

Her father and stepmother died, leaving her in the brutal hands of her stepbrother. Her stepbrother is heartless.
He treats her as a maid, is it a torture?
She, however, discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?

For three years, I was his hidden wife. His secretary by day, his wife by night. No ring, no ceremony, no recognition. I gave up my medical career to save his dying company.
Then she came back. His first love. He announced her as his fiancée at his victory party. Right in front of me.
He asked for a divorce. I signed.
But he never knew the truth. That I was once the top student of a medical legend. That the secret drawing he found—the one he thought was another man—was actually him. That the woman he discarded is about to become the one he can never reach again.
Now? It's my turn to rise.

He drained my blood to save his mistress; now, I'm back to drain his empire dry.
"How can you do this to me, Zane?!" I ask in a heartbroken and devastated tone as tears roll down my cheeks in torrents.
"I stood by your side when everyone else left you! Hell, I donated my skin to you!" I say in a frantic tone as I try desperately to understand the reasons behind his actions.
"Stop being pathetic, Zara. You have lost the one thing that made you useful: your beauty, and in turn, your modelling career. The only woman who can secure my inheritance is Elora. You were only good while you lasted." Zane says with a sneer on his lips.
"It's over between us," Zane says with a tone of finality.


Zara Smith, blinded by love, abandons her heiress legacy and hides her identity to marry an illegitimate billionaire heir, Zane Wesley.
After getting into an accident staged by his step-siblings, he urgently needs saving. Despite being informed of all she had to lose, she donates parts of her skin to heal him.
When Zane no longer sees a need for her, he divorces her and marries another heiress to secure his inheritance. Three years later, she returns and is determined to bring Zane down.
To do this, she reclaims her legacy and... forms an alliance with her all-along silent investor and billionaire heir, Leo Armstrong. Watch them ruin the cheating couple—piece by piece!

They thought they were enemies. Fate made them mates.

Joy Stone isn’t just the brainy, sarcastic queen of pranks—she’s a deadly Alpha hybrid in disguise. At her human university, no one suspects the quiet nerd is also the fiercest warrior of the Diamond Heart Pack.

Until he walks in.

Lex: infuriatingly gorgeous, maddeningly brilliant, and cocky enough to challenge her at every turn. He’s also the future Alpha of the Water Moon Pack, a notorious playboy whose charm breaks hearts almost as fast as his fists break bones—and now, her new rival for the top spot on campus.

Their war starts with stolen notes, savage comebacks, and steamy glares that last too long. But one reckless kiss, one dark secret, and one blood-soaked rescue later… everything changes.

They’re not just rivals.
They’re mates.

Now Joy has to choose: resist the pull—or give in to a bond that could expose everything she’s worked to hide.

Enemies in the classroom. Lovers by fate. And in the end, only one will top the pack.

He is Milan, always have been in love, secretly with his best friend Eron. Who is actually his stepbrother after his dad get marry with a widow woman who had a child of 19 years old... Eron. But everythin will change one day when suddenly Milan discovers He is available to create a new reality, other world in his dreams, that actually is a portal to a totally real reality, where He and Eron can be together, and their love is the most natural, as breathing.¨


"Family is the most important thing, Eron."
I'm sick of hearing that phrase every day without qualm.
They force to include me in the standard picture where the only thing that matters is the happiness of others; the happiness of those around you. It is typical to think that you should care about those who, according to the rules of modern society, love you the most. But does owning the same blood connection make the affective connection between people? I want to know if I am the only one who is wrong.
I don't feel that warmth in my chest that I'm supposed to feel.

"You only think of yourself, Eron."
I can hear the annoying Milan Montjoy's voice even in my quiet solitude. People label him as my "brother" as we are children of the same parents, or actually, one of them, but we are not. Thus we are intertwined.

"I'm on a business trip. I'll be home in two days."
That's what my husband told me before he stopped answering my calls.
That same night, our son was rushed to the hospital.
While I sat beside his bed, terrified and alone, I discovered a truth my husband had spent years hiding.
One lie led to another.
The deeper I dug, the less I recognized the man I'd loved for ten years.
He thought I would keep believing him.
He thought I would never leave.
Most of all, he thought everything he took from me would stay his.
He was wrong.
Because while he was busy protecting his secrets, I was gathering the truth.
And when the day finally came, I didn't just walk away from my marriage—
I made sure he paid for every lie.
This time, I'm not fighting to keep what we built together.
I'm taking back everything that was mine.