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She’s the fashion world’s fiercest storm—Zephyra Lione, the woman who turns scandal into power and enemies into ashes. He’s the billionaire who doesn’t need to raise his voice to end a career—Kairo Draven, cold, commanding, and untouchable.
When a public scandal threatens to destroy them both, they strike a dangerous deal: a fake marriage, perfectly curated to fool the world and protect their empires. One year. No love. No real touch. Only the illusion of passion. But every photoshoot becomes a power struggle. Every whispered word drips with tension. Behind the flash of cameras and polished smiles, they fight for control—and somewhere between the staged kisses and midnight standoffs, lines blur.
Then their secret contract leaks. The world learns the truth, and everything they built shatters overnight. Betrayal cuts deeper than either expected. Pride turns to obsession. And the only thing more dangerous than their hatred… is the fire neither of them can extinguish.
Because their perfect lie started a war—and surrender was never an option.

Seven years ago, I unexpectedly transmigrated into the treacherous world of the North American mafia.
 
The System told me that as long as I accumulated a 100% "Angst Index" in this world, I could escape and return to reality with substantial rewards.
 
But after crossing over, I became the most pampered princess of the entire Koschei family.
 
My mafia father would buy all the roses in Manhattan just because I said I liked them. My genius doctor brother once climbed a mountain in a blizzard just to find medicine for me. And my fiancé, the heir apparent to the empire, still carried a scar on his chest from a fatal bullet he took for me.
 
I lost myself in the tender illusion they had forged.
 
Just when I had decided to give up everything and stay in this world forever, I overheard my father talking to my brother in his study:
 
"The brake lines are cut. Tomorrow, as soon as the crash happens, take advantage of the chaos in the ambulance to remove Elara's corneas. Do the transplant for Seraphina immediately."
 
Seraphina was the true blood daughter they had just brought back a month ago.
 
My fiancé, Silas, merely added, "Leave Elara alive, at least. She's called you 'Father' for so many years, after all."
 
Standing outside the door, my blood ran cold like ice.
 
So the next day, I gave them exactly what they wanted.
 
Amidst the deafening crash of the collision, feeling the agonizing pain of my legs being crushed, I watched my brother sprinting toward me, carrying an organ transplant cooler.
 
A long-absent electronic voice echoed in my ears:
 
[Congratulations to the Host. The Angst Index has reached 100%. You may return to the real world upon physical death.]
 
As blood completely swallowed my vision, a trace of twisted relief welled up in my heart.

I never expected to find a man tied to a chair, bloody and barely breathing, in my billionaire husband’s forbidden basement—so I did the only logical thing: I stole my husband's money, untied the gorgeous stranger, and ran for our lives.

For six years, I thought my husband Augustus was perfect. I was his princess. But my curiosity got the best of me. When I opened that heavy wooden door to the east wing, the illusion shattered. I didn't just find a torture chamber; I found Brad.

Since that night, it's been a blur of cheap motels, fake names, and colored contacts. I traded my designer dresses for a pocket knife I clutch in my fist every time I close my eyes. I sewed up his brutal stab wounds with my own shaking hands. We are bound by trauma, running from a mafia boss who will slaughter us both if he ever finds us.

Brad is broken, scarred, and terrified of the dark. But as his wounds healed, the terrified stranger turned into my fierce protector. The nights of holding him through his night terrors slowly turned into nights of tangled limbs and breathless moans. He became my entire world.

We finally found a crappy apartment in Arkansas. A place to breathe. But yesterday, the coil wire on our car was deliberately ripped off. And last night, when I woke up in the pitch black, the front door I swore I locked was standing wide open...

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

Before the zombie outbreak, I was a hardcore doomsday prepper. I hoarded countless supplies, but when the apocalypse actually arrived, I ended up turning into a zombie myself. Just as I was overwhelmed with panic, my girlfriend and the guy she was cheating on me with brought a mob of thugs to smash down my door...

As the only mute player in this horror game, I thought I was screwed.

Turns out the boss knows sign language.

Thank God! Perfect!

Then he gets everything completely wrong.

I sign "help me," he reads it as "you're hot."

I sign "danger," he thinks I'm saying "I like you."

I sign "get lost," and he goes, "You want me to come closer? Okay."

The worst part? I curse him out in sign language, calling him a psycho pervert.

He just smiles and says, "Baby, you're so good at flirting. I can't even bring myself to kill you now."

Me: ...

My teammate whispers to me, "Please stop signing. Every time you do, he stares at you even more like a psycho."

“I’ve lived with that guilt every single day.”

Lila swallowed hard. Her world felt disoriented with memories of her sister, the lingering grief, the recent attacks all blended into a suffocating haze.

Beckett continued, quieter now. “I am twenty-six years old. Young and naive as a professor. And this campus...” He gave a hollow laugh. “It’s full of people who would love to get rid of me. Students who resent strict grading. Colleagues who think I got my position too early. Some who believe I’m arrogant. Some who simply don’t like me.”

His eyes sharpened, steady but tired. “So yes. Anyone could be the killer. And anyone could be trying to frame me. Or frame Damian. Or frame anyone close to this case.”

Lila’s heartbeat grew loud in her ears.

Her mind raced.

Damian said Beckett wasn’t the killer. Mara said Beckett was suspicious.
Mercer said Beckett was dangerous.

At Halden University, the murders follow a deadly rhythm, one red-haired girl every month, each found with a single rose placed in her hand, each killing more vicious than the last.

Lila Rowan arrives a year after her sister’s death, determined to uncover what the police can’t: the identity of the Rose Killer. But the deeper she digs, the more her world begins to tilt. Her sister’s voice slips into her dreams, repeating a warning Lila can’t ignore:

He’s charming. He’s handsome. And he never lets go.

Now every man around her feels like a threat.
The professor whose gaze lingers a heartbeat too long.
The best friend who is trying to protect her.
The other male students who claim to know her sister.

The roses keep appearing.
The bodies keep escalating. And someone is watching Lila, waiting for their moment to strike.

Accidental Marriage with the Mafia Lord

"I wanted to discuss the arrangement between you and your brother." He told her letting his fingers graze the bare skin of her shoulder.

"Okay, so what's the deal then?" She asked giving him a confused look.

"Are you aware of the amount that he owes?" Josiah asked her.

"He said he took out around ten k. I've been able to get about a thousand a week back to the guy so there is only about four thousand left." She said with a shrug.

"Yes, but the thing is, since he was getting repaid regularly, the guy reupped his loan. Your brother borrowed another ten k two days ago. So now there is a total of 14k outstanding on the debt." Josiah said, watching her carefully for her reaction.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" She finally whirled to face him, her tone furious.

Josiah didn't respond, just watched the vision of her standing in front of him clad in nothing but an almost see through bra and thong with stockings and garter belt. She was standing before him with her hands on her hips, her breasts heaving from her agitated breaths. He quite forgot himself and just stared at her for a moment. She was a very beautiful woman, and he couldn't deny he liked seeing her angry. For a moment she just stared back at him, then seemed to remember herself and retreated across the room to try and compose herself. He let her have her space for the time being.

"So, what do you want from me? "

"Simple, you marry me, I forgive your brother's debts and keep him from doing anything else stupid like getting involved with anyone else," Josiah said.

"Don't come near her again. That is a warning you must not transgress."
"Who the hell you are to say that, huh?!"
Darth stepped closer. "Because she's mine. And I don't share my property with anyone."
"Don't look at him. I'm just here," Darth stated gently to me.
UNHESITANTLY, Darth kissed me


As the wheel of fate keeps rolling, two lovers in the previous life meet again.

Hera, a painter who was crazy for wolgans since her childhood. She liked to collect everything about wolgans for no reason, just like wolgan is part of her life and she couldn’ t live without it. Among all of the wolgans, she picked the red wolgan most. One day, she came to met a new man in the town and something magical happened.

Darth Lancelot, the red dragon-wolf better known as red wolgan—a werewolf with dragon blood, has been stuck in the mortal world for two hundred years. Somehow he keeps being summoned by a human girl to save her from danger. And he found that he was deeply attracted by the girl and felt jealous when someone else stood beside her.

She is his property.
And he doesn't share his property with anyone

“Are you making an offer?”
“Careful, Charmeze, you are playing with a fire that will burn you to ashes. ”
She had been one of the best waitresses who had served them during the Thursday meetings. He is a Mafia boss and a vampire.
He had liked having her in his lap. She felt soft and round in all the right places. He had liked it too much, which had become clear, as Millard had called her over to him. Vidar’s instinct had been to object, to keep her in his lap.
He took a deep breath and took another hit of her scent. He would ascribe his behavior during the night to the long time he had been without a woman, or a man, for that. Maybe his body was telling him it was time to indulge in some depraved behavior. But not with the waitress. All his instincts told him that would end up being a bad idea.


Working at 'The Red Lady' was the salvation Charlie needed. The money was good and she liked her boss. The only thing she stayed away from was the Thursday club. The mysterious group of hot men that came every Thursday to play cards in the back room. That was until the day she didn't have a choice. The moment she laid eyes on Vidar and his hypnotic ice-blue eyes, she found him irresistible. It didn't help that he was everywhere, offering her things she wanted, and things she didn't think she wanted but needed.
Vidar knew he was gone the moment he saw Charlie. Every last instinct he had told him to make her his. But there were rules and the others were watching him.

After being sold into slavery by her own mother, Umara is taken to the capital of the Kurani Empire where she will be rescued by whom she believes to be a prince.

The long journey and the hardships make him lose consciousness and when he wakes up he finds nothing more and nothing less... than in the Emperor's harem!

Trying to stand by her beliefs, she will be involved in a series of dangerous events, as she accidentally discovers that someone is trying to poison the emperor and his wives.
She earns the enmity of Lady Cassandra, the Emperor's first wife, who will try by all means to get rid of her.

In the mist-choked Appalachian valley of Red Hollow, Wren Calloway lives a quiet life tending bees alongside her enigmatic father—until their hives fall suddenly, unnaturally silent. When her father vanishes without a trace, he leaves behind a hidden journal that reveals a devastating truth: their family is part of an ancient lineage bound to contain the Reeping, a supernatural force born from the mountain’s accumulated grief.

As the Reeping begins to stir, Wren learns it is not a creature to be fought, but a wound in the world—one that feeds on sorrow and threatens to consume everything if left unchecked. Following her father’s final clues, Wren and her closest friend Caleb descend into the abandoned Blackwood Colliery, where reality fractures and the mountain itself begins to speak.

Inside the Heart of the Mountain, Wren discovers the truth of the Guardians: they do not destroy the Reeping—they become vessels for it, absorbing its grief to preserve the balance between the living world and the ancient power beneath it. Faced with the weight of her inheritance, Wren must choose between a life of her own… or a sacrifice that will bind her to the mountain forever.

As Wren merges with the Reeping, she transforms its hunger into something new—reshaping it from a force of destruction into one of protection. Red Hollow begins to heal, its long-held darkness lifting at last.

But peace comes at a cost.

My husband bought a necklace for the woman who killed my mother.

When I saw my foster sister Rebecca Rebecca wearing that emerald necklace with Aaron at the party, I knew history would repeat itself. Seven years ago, my mother lost everything the same way—her husband, her dignity, and finally her life.

I wouldn't follow in her footsteps.

So after slapping Rebecca across the face, I told everyone I was divorcing him and walked out with my suitcase.

Rebecca thought she'd won again. Aaron thought I was just being hysterical.

Neither of them saw it coming—

This time, I'd make them pay.

For most, anime is just a hobby. For others, it is a sanctuary—the only escape from a harsh, disappointing, and often depressing reality. This is the story of a devoted fan, a "Shut-in NEET" who has turned their back on the real world to find life and meaning in the stories of 2D characters, manga, and games.
​But the lines between fiction and reality are about to vanish forever.

​When a mysterious Angel appears with a divine decree, our protagonist is plucked from their room and thrust into a literal Fantasy World. This isn't just a dream come true; it is a Mission. Given a second chance to truly live, they must now navigate a land filled with magic, peril, and wonder—armed only with the knowledge of countless anime tropes and a will to survive.
​Can a person who spent their life hiding in stories finally become the hero of their own? In a world where the stakes are real and the magic is dangerous, the ultimate challenge isn't just completing the mission—it’s learning how to finally belong.

​The story follows the life of a dedicated Anime fan (an Otaku) who feels disconnected from the harsh realities of the real world. Seeking an escape from depression and personal problems, the protagonist finds solace in anime and dreams of experiencing magical or extraordinary events. It explores the psychological boundary between fiction and reality, reflecting on people who isolate themselves to live within their imagination

My best friend Bella had a cluster of mushrooms growing on her back, every color you could imagine.

They throbbed like something alive, and the smell coming off them was like nothing I'd ever smelled.

She called it Moonlight Bloom, a gift straight from Viscount Lucas himself.

If she kept that thing on her body for forty days, not one more, not one less, until it bloomed its brightest spores, the viscount would marry her and take her into his estate.

So she refused to shower. Wouldn't let a drop of water touch her.

Everyone in the pack knew me as the one who always looked out for people, and I figured she'd been cursed with dark magic. So one night while she slept, I grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a stiff brush and scrubbed that thing clean off her back.

The next morning, she ran her hand over the raw patch of skin where it used to be, grabbed a silver dagger, and drove it straight through my heart.

"You jealous bitch! You just ruined my whole future!"

Bleeding out on the floor, that's when it hit me. She never cared how disgusting that thing was, or what it was doing to her body. All she cared about was marrying into money and status.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd gone back in time.

This time around, I decided I wasn't going to stick my nose where it didn't belong. I was going to sit back and watch that mushroom grow.

When Alexander Carter, the ruthless and irresistibly charming CEO of one of the country’s largest corporations, walked into my office, I thought he was there to terminate my contract. After all, I had just lost everything in a project sabotaged by his company. But instead, he made me an offer that would change my life: marry him for one year.

Sounds crazy? Maybe. But with my younger sister depending on me and the bills piling up, refusing wasn’t an option. In return, he offered enough money to rebuild my career and a contract to lead a project I had always dreamed of.

There was just one rule: don’t fall in love.

Simple, right? Or so I thought. Until I realized that behind his cold demeanor and flawless suits was a man full of secrets. A man who started to unravel me with every touch, every whispered word, every lingering glance.

Now, as I fight to keep up the façade of the perfect wife and uncover the conspiracies within his world, one question remains: when all this ends, will I be able to walk away unscathed?

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?"

Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze.

"Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?"

Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck."

"Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?"

Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg."

Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name."

He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?"

"Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing."

He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.

Isabella Monte is distraught when her family loses everything. Determined not to lose her parents, she swore on her father's hospital bed to get back all they had lost.
However her father told her that it was futile as their suffering was caused by Angelo Flores, the wealthiest bachelor in Panama.
Angelo would stop at nothing to completely get rid of the Monte's as he blames them for the death of his parents and sister. While at the hospital with her father, Isabella is visited by none other than Angelo and a deal is placed before her.
"Marry me and I will let your family go." Against her father's will, Isabella agrees to Angelo's demands. Her hatred for him is stronger than ever as she vows to make him pay for her family's suffering.
But, what happens when Isabella finds herself falling for the enemy?
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

After being murdered in an arson attack, I was reborn to the moment right after marrying Charles.
This time, all I want is to fight for my daughter's future and my career.
But just when the divorce papers are ready, the always cold and distant Charles suddenly begs me to stay.
——
I hesitated...

Blurb:

“Did the condom really break all those years back or did you just want to baby trap me, Varian?”

He looked at me, eyes freezing over, “I just did what time you would make sure you would never leave my side,”

•••••••••••••

Varian and Thalia had been childhood sweethearts ever since they were little. He was the alpha son and she came from the Beta line, there's seemed like a perfect love story just waiting for its happy ending. That was until Thalia got a scholarship to go to Crescent University and pursue her dream of becoming a professional healer, it was supposed to mark the end of their relationship until another curveball was thrown at them–Thalia’s pregnancy.

Her dream was eventually flushed down the toilet, exchanged for being an underappreciated glorified housewife with the title of Luna slapped across it. Varian had become distant over the years then the straw that broke the camel's back was when she found out that he had been cheating with her best friend, devastation claimed her. She demanded for a divorce and as if to punish her he made sure she was left with nothing more than the clothes on her back.

One night she disappeared with her twins, and years passed. Varian came face-to-face with her again. The only woman who could cure a plague unlike any seen in a hundred years. He tried to win her back but now saw that their twins was calling another man ‘Daddy’

A house burns in the dead of night. A boy screams from inside. Another is arrested on the spot. But neither of them set that fire.

Weeks earlier, Nathan Rourke, a worn-out defense attorney from the city, returned to Hollow Creek—his haunted Southern hometown—after his brother’s sudden death. What was supposed to be a temporary visit becomes permanent when he uncovers chilling truths about the town he left behind.

Nathan takes on two high-profile cases: Elijah Moore, a wealthy teen accused of murdering his father, and Jace Carter, a poor foster kid charged with arson. But in a town where no one is ever found guilty, Nathan finds himself caught between lies passed off as justice, buried family secrets, and a decades-old system built on silence.

As Nathan digs deeper, the lines between his past and present blur. The deeper he searches, the more dangerous it becomes—not just for him, but for the boys whose lives depend on him.

He bought her company to own every inch of her. She plans to shatter his empire. Falling in love was never part of the plan.
Kael Knox is the most secretive billionaire in New York – ruthless, dominant, brooding. He has never been seen with a woman in public.
Until her.
Aria Vale.
When he purchases her firm, she becomes the one thing he can’t control. And the only woman he’s ever risked his legacy and reputation for.
Their first meeting ends in a boardroom explosion, and the second, in a deal with too many strings. And their third? That’s when she realizes that the man who signs her checks might just want to ruin her.
Or worship her.
Maybe both.
And now, the world is watching.

She saved her husband with scorched flesh, raised her son with dying breath, yet was abandoned, insulted, and left to freeze in the snow. When she vanished into the deep sea, all the liars finally got their cruel karma.

In my previous life, I married the old-money aristocrat Charles for the sake of so-called love, only to exhaust my heart and soul enduring his mother's torment and his own spineless cowardice.

I eventually left that marriage with nothing but scars.
 
Meanwhile, my gentle and kind-hearted sister, Chloe, married the self-made shipping magnate Alexander.

Yet, she was relentlessly tormented by the so-called "comrade's sister" he kept in his mansion, ultimately slitting her wrists in a bathtub in utter despair.
 
Now, I was back to the exact moment we were about to sign our prenuptial agreements.
 
The second our eyes met, Chloe and I recognized the shared, unspoken resolve in each other's gaze—we had both been reborn.

"If you’re hearing this, I’m already gone. And one of you made sure of it."
To the wealthy, untouchable elite of Oakridge Academy, I’m just a nameless scholarship student who pours their drinks and stays out of the way.
Until Prom Night.
When the school’s golden girl, Charlotte Vance, vanishes into thin air, she leaves behind a synchronized text to every phone on campus linking to an anonymous podcast. Its mission? Exposing the student council's darkest, most corrupt secrets.
The next morning, I find Charlotte's master files hidden in my locker with a desperate warning: They are watching me, Joy. You are the only one who can play the tape.
To survive, I’m forced to team up with Liam Vance—Charlotte’s volatile, dangerous stepbrother. Together, we have to find the physical proof of the council's crimes before they find us.
But Julian Vance, the ruthless council president, is already closing in. He's made it clear that if I don’t hand over the files, my scholarship won’t be the only thing that disappears.
In a school built on beautiful lies, unmasking the truth is a death sentence. And we are running out of air.

Not long after I transferred to this school, I became the bullies’ favorite target.
They didn’t like how quiet I was or how pale I looked, so they casually slapped me with a nickname: “vampire.”
It started with shoves in the hallway and jeers in the classroom, escalated to messing with my drink, then stuffing trash into my locker.
They treated my silence as permission and wrapped every provocation in the same excuse: “Just a joke.”
Until that night, when humiliation wasn’t enough. They lured me into a tiny storage room behind the auditorium—locked the door, killed the lights, set up a fixed camera—ready to strap me to a chair and film an “execution” video that would make sure I could never hold my head up at this school again.
What they didn’t know was that the nickname wasn’t a joke. It was the one time they got the truth right.
I really am a vampire.

Farryn once had a normal life, as normal as one could have in a world where werewolves were hunted down for sport because they were different. In the matter of a year, Farryn’s life has been turned upside down, losing all her family members and living without her wolf. Until she met Alpha Chandler, she could not believe she might be able to come close to who she once was. However, the Moon Goddess isn’t the only one who has abandoned Farryn in a world where being defenseless means a death sentence….

A substitute, huh?

She met him out of luck, and out of the blue, he proposed something to her that she couldn't possibly refuse.

To become his wife.

But unknown to her, she was just a substitute to him, all because she resembled his beloved ex.

And when his ex returned, she was something he could easily discard.

Heartbroken, betrayed, and called a golddigger, she left with her little brother and her mother, who was recovering from a dangerous illness.

Only to return 7 years later as a completely different person with pride.

What happens when they cross paths with each other? Especially when he saw a young child beside her who looked just like his childhood pictures? But most especially, what would happen when he discovered just how much he was hated by the child, since his mother had filled his mind with something beyond saying.

He was supposed to be my way out, but he was the one who pushed me into the pit all along.
I used to think Carter was the one good thing in this hellhole of a high school. He'd stand up for me when the whole class mocked my stutter. He'd hand me a clean jacket when my locker got stuffed with dead rats.
For him, I gave up my Ivy League dreams, willingly settling for some mediocre state university.
Until that Friday outside the locker room, when I heard him brag to his teammates and the head cheerleader—the same girl who'd led the charge in tormenting me—about his "conquest" in the most casual tone imaginable.
Turns out, I was just the prize in their sick bet.
In that moment, everything I'd believed in shattered.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just quietly changed my college application, and then, at the height of their triumph, I watched with cold eyes as they destroyed themselves.

"You'll regret this," he said, certain I was only bluffing.
I still signed the divorce papers—without asking for a single extra dollar.
For three years, I was the wife who left a light on for him, who knew exactly how warm he liked his water, how strong his coffee should be, even what his silence meant. He never once asked what I wanted.
"I can't live without you," he now begs, kneeling in the rain outside my building.
Some men only learn to bow their heads after they've already lost everything worth keeping.

"Hey, don't move!"
I was robbed by a stranger. But what he wanted was not money.
He tore my clothes off, kept kissing me hard, not to rape me.
He wanted me to cover his blood and track from his enemies.
I saw blood running out of his stomach.
He said thank you after he fooled his enemies.
I let him come into my place to get the bullet out of him.
I was a doctor.
He gave me a kiss the next morning and disappeared from my life.
It felt like a dream, I couldn't help thinking about the night making out with him.
Until one day, I saw him again in the hospital.
I learned that he was a soldier and that he had looked for me and loved me for a very very long time...
But I had no memory of him, until...

I was in love with Ethan Black, a brilliant man with big dreams. I gave him my twenties, my body, my loyalty. I worked three jobs while he chased his startup dreams. And when he finally made it, he became a stranger.
Then I found out he got another woman pregnant, the same woman who dumped him in college when his family lost everything. That nearly destroyed me. But I stayed. I told myself love was worth it.
But nothing could prepare me for the day he left our four-year-old daughter home alone… to go see her. And our little girl died.
I buried my child and with her, the woman I used to be.
Now, I live for one thing only: Revenge.
He took everything from me. Now I’ll take everything from him.
He doesn’t know it yet… but I’m not the same woman he left behind. And by the time I’m done, he’ll wish he never met me.

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.”

Leaning back, he studied me. "Do you know what I think? You should have a quick, dirty revenge sex, then."
"I should?" My voice turned breathless after his slow perusal, eagerly anticipating his plea for me to forget everything.
"And I think I should be the one you do it with."
My cheeks heated, and he was already seemed aroused, envisioning pressing his lips against my skin. "Wh-Why with you?" I stammered.
He tilted his head, catching a hint of my scent. "Because I can guarantee I'll make it good for you. Because we both need to get out of our heads tonight."
"Well," I said, eyeing his forearms. This man had captured my attention like few did. After today's ordeal, the temptation to lose myself in his body was irresistible. "I'm saying, yes, let's have a quick, dirty revenge sex."


Zephyra thought she had it all: a loving boyfriend, a promising career, and a bright future.
But when Jovan dumps her over her reluctance to sleep with him, she seeks comfort in the arms of a mysterious stranger. Little does she know that the stranger is Lirael, the billionaire client she's trying to impress.
Her life turns upside down when she reconciles with Jovan and faces Lirael in a professional setting.
Caught in a web of lies, lust, and betrayal, Zephyra must choose between her heart and her future.
Will she find true love with Lirael, the man who ignited her passion and broke her trust? Or will she settle for a safe and comfortable life with Jovan, the man who cheated on her and took her for granted?

“Why can’t I hit you?” Thomas yells, smacking the belt close to her feet.
“Why,” he smacks it on the door above her head.
“Why, why” to the right and left sides of her body.
Melina trembles against the door with her eyes closed and head tucked between her knees. She jumps, sniffing Thomas’ cologne, and tries to hide more.
He’s probably bending down. “I want to hurt you, Melina, but I can’t. Tell me why I can’t. Tell me why,”
She bites her lips to muffle her sobs as she fears they will exacerbate her situation. “Look at me when I am talking to you,” Thomas says, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up.
“I am- so-r-r-r-y,” she says as she turns to face him with her tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes.
******** Melina Davis was born with the face and body of a goddess. Her heart was as beautiful as hers, but it never did her any good. Melina was the unluckiest woman in this world when it came to love. Her first love was an abusive con artist who made sure to exploit Melina's kindness. The second one, who Melina felt was genuinely worthy of owing her heart, was far more dangerous than her first. His name is Thomas Costanzo. He is the second in command of the Costanzo mafia. He was highly feared in the mafia world. Some even feared him more than the don of the Costanzo mafia. Melina didn't know she shouldn't cross him, and she did. She broke the heart of one of the most feared men on this earth, and now, he is out searching for her. Once he finds her, Melina will wish she never crossed paths with him.

She was the true heiress of a powerful family — yet her own flesh and blood sold her to the filthiest brothel in the city. She died of syphilis, discarded and forgotten.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the fake heiress's birthday party. Right in front of her was a glass of wine — laced with an aphrodisiac, handed over with a smile.
Just as she was about to throw the drink in the impostor's face, her brother — the one who had always looked down on her — grabbed the glass and downed it himself...

She was the true heiress, destroyed in her previous life by the fake heiress and a family that never loved her. Now reborn, she cuts ties with those who betrayed her, reclaims the spotlight that was always rightfully hers, and finds her way back to the man she was once engaged to marry.
Across two lifetimes, they are not only destined lovers — but each other's greatest ally.

There’s nothing more exciting than fate, nothing more desirable than forbidden love and nothing more consuming than the burning desire of a lover.

First daughter and pride of the Blue Hive, Clarissa Mark was a blessed girl loved by her father and every member of her pack.

Brought up in a happy home, she had everything she wanted and people who would do anything to provide what she needed. She was confident about her future and to make it more exciting, she found love.

A lover so passionate that he ignited feelings she couldn’t process and it made her feel like she was on top of the world.

The only problem was the man responsible for making Clarissa lose all her reasoning.

Clarissa believed she knew everything about her new lover, Gabriel Lance. She knew He was off bounds, being the heir of the rival pack- Blood Moon but she couldn’t listen to her head. She saw a good in him no one else saw and was determined he was not like everyone in her pack claims.

He was different, a charmer and a passionate mate and he loved her with all his heart.

She was so positive of his love for her but everything changed when she came back from her one month vacation, pregnant and mated to the one person she should never have had something to do with.

Her father, who loved her more than anything was willing to accept her back as long as she got rid of the forbidden child which she blatantly refused to.

Clarissa left the pack she knew as her home as she couldn’t bare to loose the child and her father couldn’t bare to raise such a shame and damnation in his house.

I knelt on the ground as my husband forcefully pried my fingers from his clothing, coldly uttering the words: "Get rid of this child."

This was my third child, a flesh and blood connection to him, yet for the sake of the white moonlight in a wheelchair, he plunged me into the depths of hell.

My in-laws remained indifferent, my husband betrayed me, and even my own parents cried out, “This child cannot be kept.”

I could not comprehend why a stranger confined to a wheelchair could dictate the fate of my child with a single phrase. Why did she, each time she entered that church, seal my child's fate?

It was not until the day she perished in a self-immolation within the church that I stepped inside and truly understood. Her confession, my loss, our collective suffering—all were intricately woven into a carefully orchestrated scheme spanning over a decade.

While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation

💍 Fake vows. Real sparks. One impossible deal…

When Fallon Prescott returns home for what’s supposed to be a routine family dinner, she’s met with a double blow: her father’s empire is crumbling, and the only way to save it is through a marriage she never asked for — to Reid Callahan, the one man she vowed to never see again.

Reid — arrogant, gorgeous, and heir to the powerful Callahan fortune — isn’t exactly thrilled either. But for the sake of business, legacy, and keeping their families happy, they both agree to the unthinkable: a two-year marriage contract. No feelings. No strings. No mess.

Just one problem…
Pretending to be the perfect couple isn’t as easy as they thought.

From tense charity galas to late-night encounters that feel far too real, Fallon finds herself drawn to the very man she swore to keep at arm’s length. Beneath Reid’s cool charm is a tenderness she never expected. And beneath her icy exterior, something’s starting to melt.

As sparks fly and the lines between fake and forever blur, Fallon has to ask herself: Is she falling for the man she promised not to love?

Perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, arranged marriage, and slow-burn tension that catches fire, The Arrangement is a sharp, sexy romance about love, loyalty, and the lies we tell ourselves to stay safe.

My husband, Julian, tells me he's flying to Italy for a month, business trip.
I check the calendar and freeze. His birthday falls right in the middle of that month. Alone, in a country where he knows no one outside of work.
I tell Margaux, my mother-in-law. She doesn't hesitate.
"Then we go," she says. "We surprise him."
My brother Dante is the only family I have left. For years I've told the Whitfields he just runs some business in Italy. They don't know the rest, and they never will if I can help it.
The second we land, I call him, give him the hotel name.
"Got it," he says, distracted. "I've got things to handle first. I'll come see you after."
Margaux and I check out the hotel restaurant before Julian even knows we've landed. Dinner, and a look at how the family's investment is running.
Food's good. Service is fine. Then the bill comes.
I glance down at the bill.
Dinner for two: 180,000.
Market-price seafood surcharge: 45,000.
Imported wine corking fee: 20,000.
Private dining ambiance fee: 60,000.
A dozen more line items after that, none of them making any sense.
Numbers that don't make sense. Charges I don't recognize. Margaux and I trade a look.
"Get us the manager," I say. "Now."
A woman walks over, chin already tilted up.
"I am the manager," she says. "If you can't pay, what's the point of complaining?"
I almost laugh. What kind of place is my own family running here?
"I'll take this up with the owner myself," I say.
She smiles, slow and pleased. "My husband happens to own this restaurant."
My stomach drops.
This restaurant belongs to the Whitfields. Belongs to Julian.
Since when did my husband become someone else's?

My five-year-old daughter is being bullied at school, and the one behind it is the son of someone who claims to be the Luna. That means one thing: my Alpha mate has cheated on me. I am the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha, and after my mate bonded with me, he inherited my father’s Alpha title. Little did I know, I had been hiding my true identity as an Omega for years, only to end up in this tragic situation. Now, I’ve decided to stand up for my daughter and take revenge on that scumbag! It’s time to show these wolves who the real Luna is!

"Say you're mine," Ryan demanded, his voice rough and raw, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it, Lily."
"Bastard," I gasped, but my pussy was clenching around him, pulling him deeper. "You're such a bastard."
"Say it." He reached between us, finding my clit, circling it with his thumb in that way he knew drove me crazy.
"Say you're mine and I'll make you come."


From college sweethearts to getting married at the end of sophomore year, Lily thought she was the happiest bride in the world. She was so in love with Ryan that she missed the worried looks from her friends and parents. She ignored the fact that their marriage was a secret, the smell of other women’s perfume on Ryan, and how he always left when his phone rang. For two years, Lily held the marriage together by herself. She even spent her whole senior year secretly helping Ryan’s company with her technical skills, using a false name.

She gave everything—her love and her talent—but only got disappointment in return. Ryan said he missed her graduation because of traffic, but Lily saw him on the news with another woman at the hospital. Lily wanted to leave, but Ryan’s apologies and their physical closeness kept pulling her back. As her love faded, the baby growing inside her became the one thing holding her to him.

Will Lily find the courage to leave and start over, or will she stay trapped in her golden cage?

Blurb:
Grace never expected her accidental text message to come with a quietly intense CEO, Luke - brilliant and gentle - to become the one person who made her feel seen.
What begins as awkward glances and late-night conversations grows into a slow-burn connection neither of them can ignore. But when work pulls Matt abroad and an ex reappears, Grace is forced to confront the fear she's spent years avoiding: that she isn't enough.
Luke knows exactly what he wants - her. And he'll cross countries, airports, and emotional minefields to prove it.
A story of quiet love, found family, soft mornings, messy feelings, and choosing each other every day, The Life We Built is a romance about building a life that feels like home.

“I don't understand... you always felt this way?”
The confusion rolling through me at yet another confession of lust or love was overwhelming. The last thing I had expected when I came back to the lake house was to be surrounded by three men all trying to win my attention, yet here I was.
Caught in a lust driven haze of sex and pleasure I didn't want to escape from.


Juliet loved spending time at her grandparents’ home growing up, so when they passed away right after graduation she couldn’t bring herself to let someone else handle her grandparents affairs. Instead she set off back to a life she had not been part of in so many years.
Surrounded by men who looked to devour her.
One a friend, One a Contractor, and one a bad boy that made her toes curl just by speaking.
Will Juliet be able to stand her ground to get her life together, or will she succumb to the sexual desires each man awakens in her?

Love on the Lake is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

I kicked the door open they both jump out of their skin I grab the bitch by the hair and put her up against the wall. I then growl out “mine.”

“What the fuck are you doing, get the fuck out of my room.”

The rage that is overcoming my body feels amazing as the little she wolf tries to defend herself. My father trained my brother and as kids to defend ourselves. She has know chance of defeating me when she realizes it she runs over to him.

“Ivan are you just going to let her do that to me.”

“What your just his little whore you could never give him the pleasure that I could give him.”

“That is enough get the fuck out of my room.”

“Fine you want to play that game two can play this game let's play.”

I walk out of his room, I see Sam, I grab a hold of him and drag him behind me. We go into to my room.

“What is going on are you okay.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No!”

My lips connect to his as my body I am burning up with lust, his touch feeling more amazing than I could ever imagine.

“Wait are you doing?”

“I'm making the Alpha jealous he is fucking some bitch, so I'm going to fuck you is that OK with you.”

“So you're using me?”

My five-year-old son called another woman "Mommy," and that was the moment my world ended.

Betrayed by my Alpha husband Dominic and stripped of everything I had built, I stood on a cliff's edge and made my choice — until something massive caught me mid-fall.

My savior was Ryker Sterling: a billionaire Alpha with storm-gray eyes, a thin scar above his right brow, and words that hinted at an old connection I couldn't remember. He offered what Dominic never did — a chance to prove my worth at Sterling Financial.

But as I step into Ryker's world, dangerous secrets about my mother's imprisonment begin to surface. And Dominic, humiliated and obsessed, isn't finished with me yet.

Some debts run deeper than memory. Some wars are just beginning.

In my past life, I died on that operating table, watching my husband personally hand my kidney to another woman.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn—back at our engagement party.
He looked at me tenderly and said, "Marry me."
Without showing any emotion, I played the sex tape of him and my sister on the wedding screen.
I said, "I refuse."

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He died once. No one remembers.

Except Elena.

Years ago, a boy named Samuel drowned. The town mourned and moved on. But when he suddenly reappears—alive and unchanged—Elena is the only one who knows the truth: he shouldn’t be here.

Because she remembers his death. And she remembers the quiet, cold presence of someone else there that day. Someone who let it happen.

Now, time is breaking. Echoes of another life bleed into hers—a life where she is the one who died. And a desperate stranger from that other world is hunting her, not to harm her, but to save her from a fate that’s already written.

To survive, Elena must unravel the only question that matters: Who changed Samuel’s past? And why are they coming for her future?

Some stories begin when time forgets to end.