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I was about to refuse, and say no, when I felt his lips on mine.
I gasped, through the kiss. ' The jerk' I thought. He fucking kissed me, stole my first kiss like that.


Astral, an upcoming actress, who was given an opportunity to star in a famous movie. But she was taken to Gael as his replacement bride. Along the way, Astral found out she was truly getting married, and it's not acting. But it was too late for her to back out, as the priest already bound them as husband and wife.
After the wedding ceremony, Gael, the Billionaire and the husband, offered her a marriage contract.
Will Astral agree to this contract marriage? And even if she does, would it just end as a contract marriage or lead to an entanglement of a lifetime?

Prologue-
He felt nothing for Isabelle Lancaster, his ex-wife, anymore. apart from shame, obviously, that he had ever associated with such scum. Everybody had warned him when he had married her with such haste, that soon or later, blood spoke, and her blood was from a stripper – a prostitute. Nikolas had been angry on his wife’s behalf then. But then, they had been right. Blood had indeed spoken and like a true hussy, his dear wife had decided to open her legs for the first man, she had been left alone with.
Now he was angry at himself and no one else.
But it was going to be over soon. After three years of separation from his volatile English ex-wife, Nikolas Dimitriou was ready to move on. This time he was going to marry a respectable Greek woman. A woman who would live amicable with his family and settle well into his life. Instead of turning it into a circus.

But there was one big problem. They still hadn’t signed the divorce papers. Deciding to go to London himself to dispose of this marriage and also pick up his three-year-old daughter so that she could attend his wedding, seemed to be a simple enough thing.
Except, a single look at Isabelle seemed to have opened a pandora’s box inside of him. There was poison everywhere and he loved it still!

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

After a forbidden night, maid Elara conceives twins for ruthless mafia Don Asher. To shield her from deadly power struggles, he fakes cruelty and puts a bounty on her head. Trapped in the murderous manor, she hides her pregnancy to survive. Cornered and hunted, she leaps into the frozen river to save her babies. After narrowly surviving childbirth, she becomes Asher’s lifelong obsession. The cold-blooded king burns all enemies, drops every pride, and kneels to atone for his sins forever.

My ex-boyfriend told me to divorce my "nobody" husband to become his secret mistress, completely unaware that my husband is the Supreme Mafia Godfather.
"Divorce that loser, Valeria. I'm a Capo now. I can give you the world," Gideon smirked, tossing a cheap gala pass at my feet.
I looked at the coward who abandoned me in a shootout three years ago and actually laughed. Give up my throne as the Donna of North America’s most powerful syndicate to be a street thug's dirty secret?
At the Blood Oath Gala, I'll show him that I am no longer the woman I was three years ago.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
In the previous life, she disliked him and avoided him. This time around, Adelaide wants to kiss, cuddle, and hug Sebastian every day.
"Bullying my husband? I'll poke your eyes out."
"My husband isn't handsome?"
Believe it or not, I'll blind you. Save you from having a pair of useless eyes.
Rumors have it that Sebastian, the heir of the Manners family, is physically and mentally weak, with his life hanging by a thread.
Adelaide, the sixth wife to marry into the family, is a fool?
No, who started this rumor? Isn't this rumor too exaggerated?
Is Adelaide a top doctor or a national goddess? Who knows?
Those strikingly handsome long legs belong to Sebastian?
Alright!
It's one thing for Sebastian to be wealthy, but to be both wealthy and handsome, that's just too much!
Adelaide being pretty is one thing, but being pretty with a sparkling and intelligent brain is just excessive."

For three years, she was the invisible wife in a marriage of convenience, her quiet love met only with his cold indifference. Now, with her departure date set, the photos of him with his true love are the final proof she needs to walk away forever.

Her bags are packed, her future is hers alone. She plans to vanish without a trace, leaving behind only a signed divorce paper.

He never saw her—until he found her closet empty and his world unraveling. The man who took her for granted is now in a desperate race against time, tormented by a single question: Can he undo his greatest mistake, or has he already lost the one person who truly mattered?

Main Platform Blurb

Evelyn Hart has been married to billionaire Adrian Vale for three years.

In private, she is his wife.

In public, she is no one.

At Meridian Foundation's glittering charity gala, Adrian thanks his family, his donors, and every powerful name in the room. He never thanks Evelyn. He never even says her name.

Then a terrified woman slips a recorder into Evelyn's hand and whispers:

Ask what happened to Room 17.

The clue leads Evelyn into the darkest corners of the family she married: hidden medical files, missing women, false names, and a foundation that turns living people into secrets.

Adrian says he wants to protect her.

But Evelyn is done being protected into silence.

If he wants to stand beside her now, he will have to do what he never did before: tell the truth, give up control, and let her choose whether he deserves a place in her life.

Because Room 17 does not only hide his family's crimes.

It hides the reason his wife was never meant to have a name.

“Look at you,” he purred, dragging his knuckles down my stomach.

“Trembling… Is it fear… or are you wet for the man who got your nonna killed?” He taunted, his smile mocking.

“I’ll kill you—”

“I can’t wait, amore mio [my love],” he growled, and without warning, his hand slid between my legs.

I jolted.

“Don’t—!”

Too late.

One thick finger pushed inside me, hard. I sobbed, my back bowing off the bed, but he only chuckled, working me open with slow, cruel, torturous strokes.

“Devil.”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “You keep saying that.”

His fingers slid lower, through my slick, and my breath hitched.

“Yet here you are,” he murmured, “dripping for the devil.”

❁❁❁
“He came for a debt. Instead, he took a bride.”

Alina Moretti lost everything in one night—her fiancé, her fortune, her future. Desperate to secure her inheritance, she needs a fake fiancé.

When she approaches Milan’s most dangerous club, hoping to find a willing stranger, she instead finds herself kidnapped by the devil himself.

Valentino Romano, popularly known as The Devil of Milan, is the ruthless heir to Italy’s most feared mafia empire.

Two years ago, Alina’s father borrowed from him, promising a repayment that never came.

Now, Val is back, and he’s not interested in money.

He wants her.

“Go after her! don't let her out of your sight!
“We can't afford to let her slip out of our hands this time, she needs to die, we need to make sure she does!

the voice rang out through her mind as she runs for her dear life in the middle of the night.

she ran as fast as she could but they soon caught up with her with one swift move.
without wasting more time, the leader of the gang shoots at her and she fell, bleeding heavily.

“Miss Samantha! the job is done, the princess is dead!

the man said.
when she heard the name of the person who ordered her to be put to death, her heart tweaks.

in the next splitting second, she was pushed down the cliff.

Five e Years Later, She is back With only one goal; Befriend the enemies and revenge

“Aurelia! You wicked woman, why did you push Jiana down the stairs!”

My husband, Luther, roared at me, rushing over and slapping me hard across the face.

My heart sank. I shook my head violently, unable to utter a word in my defense.

It wasn't me, it was never me who pushed Aurelia! She framed me!

However, Luther would never listen to my explanations. He simply stepped on my body and uttered a vicious sentence to the servants:

“Put her in a bag and lock her in the basement!”

Five days later, the servants complained of a strange smell in the basement. When they frantically opened the basement door, they found my rotting corpse: I was dead.

When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to find myself back in the first year of my marriage to Luther. I was still the most dazzling star in the music world, a genius destined for greatness.

I was reborn! This time, I will never fall in love with my sister's fiancé again, that hypocritical and perverted devil. I will take revenge, I will take back everything that belongs to me!

Pianist FL x Mafia Boss ML
Warning: Illegal activity. Blood and gore. The protagonists are all villains. Don't expect any upright people in this story. We wear the skulls of our enemies as crowns.

Damian Sterling, the ruthless CEO, never wanted a wife, especially not Sophia Miller, the desperate journalist forced into his world by a marriage of convenience. She was his unwanted bride. He drafted a contract with clear terms: no feelings, no strings attached. When Sophia kneeled before him, begging for an interview to save her career, Damian saw it as another manipulation. He, however, granted her request to get her off his back. What he didn't expect was her relentless gratitude, chipping away at the ice around his heart.

With each contact they had, the rules began to blur. What started as a marriage of convenience became anything but convenient.

"This date has been going really while, if I do say so myself, which is why I was wondering if Miss Gold would object to being my wife?" he says so smoothly I almost think I imagined what he said.
"..." I stare at him mouth agap.
"Well, you see we seem to be getting along well and you see I need a wife and I feel that we don't clash in personalities. So, I was wondering if you would be interested in being my wife or at least consider it?" he adds when he saw I was not answering him.
"I don't know. We just met" I say hesitantly.
I could not believe I was even considering his offer. What the hell is wrong with me?
"I know. Do not reject now. Just think about it. Let us see today is Monday I will give until Wednesday." he says as if he knew I was going to say yes.
"Oh. urh okay. I will think about" I say softly looking down at my coffee.
"Thank you, Miss Gold" he says, putting his hand on my own hand.


Zelina Gold meets an extremely handsome man named Niklaus Jacobs, but because she's From New York she's never heard of him... he's the wealthiest man in the world, and voted 6 years in a row the #1 guy to sleep with and to marry... He was what she thought of as her 100th blind date. He proposes marriage to her on their first date. Will Zelina Gold agree to marry the handsome Niklaus Jacobs and become Mrs Jacobs???
This book is a sequel do read love at first sight flash marriage first... This book could be read as a stand-alone novel as well if you do not want to read the first book...

"You signed the contract, Bianca."
Damien’s voice was dark, and laced with cruel possession as he towered over her.
"That means when I say strip, you strip. When I say crawl, you get on your knees. And when I say beg… well, show me how desperate you can be."
Bianca clenched her fists, trembling and, swallowing her pride.
This was the price she had to pay for revenge.
She lifted her chin and exhaled. "Yes, sir."

“I promise to cherish you always, Sophia. You are the love of my life, and I will let nothing come between us.”

But those promises were nothing but hollow words, as Sophia later discovered. Betrayal pierced her heart like a dagger when she unearthed the truth of Daniel’s infidelity. Their once happy marriage crumbled under the weight of his deceit.

“I trusted you, Daniel,” Sophia whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with pain and anger, “How could you do this to me? To us?”

But Daniel’s betrayal didn’t end with Sophia’s death. In a fit of rage and desperation to silence her, he had taken her life, leaving her family shattered in the wake of his actions.

A decade of marriage! Sophia thought she had married the perfect man. Little did she
know, this man, her fiance would drive her to her death!
How is the next?

Blaine proposed a contract marriage to Camilla, which was going to hold validity until his real fiancee opened her eyes, and they all could go back to their various lives. 'Party A shouldn't fall in love with party B, and if any of the parties break this clause, they are going to face a huge penalty'. They both knew that wasn't going to happen, or they thought so.

"Why are you messing around with me? Your job is just look pretty, and be my wife!" the cold man rumbled while glaring at Camilla, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

"And that is what I have been doing, Mr. Sanders!" she rattled, but the man hissed, not believing it. "No, you have been doing more. You had been seducing me, and snugging into my mind!" he accused.

"Was that a bad thing? So did you mean I should go away?" Camilla asked, meeting the man's fiery gaze, and she sucked in air when the man's hot palm touched her back. "No, even if you do, I am going to find you with my last breath, because you need to take responsibility for me," he says.

"So what happened to the no falling in love rule," Camilla asked with a solemn look. "Trash it!" he says, crashing his lips on hers.

They buried her eight years ago.
Now she’s back—and everything she loved belongs to someone else.
Her husband has a new wife.
Her daughter calls another woman mother.
And the powerful billionaire who once swore to love her now wants her erased… again.
But Seraphina didn’t survive hell just to lose everything.
She came back for what’s hers.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire, Lorenzo Carter, intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom she thought her son was Enzo's. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

When Lorenzo Carter found her, he proposed marriage, but sadly, she had no memory of him. Utilizing his influence, he persuaded her to agree to the contract marriage. Once successful, he endeavored to make her remember him and to reignite her love for him.

When Aneira's sister dies in a terrible car accident, her mother marries her off to her sister's fiancé. She thought she would be loved, and life would be easy, but she found out Rafael had a secret that could break them apart, and that things weren't as they seemed.


Aneira: "I thought he would love me. Just like he loved my late sister, but when he claimed his parents died because of my father, I found out the marriage wasn't what it seemed. I was offered to the beast as the sacrificial lamb."

Rafael: "When her father killed my parents, I vowed to make them pay, but when they offered her in marriage to me, she became my tool of vengeance. The downside was that I couldn’t let anyone else hurt her, but me."

Adrianne, who managed to escape from her home which she considered to be a suffocating prison, was brought back to the dreadful place against her will. Not only that, she was being forced to get married for the sake of her safety apparently to a powerful man.

And the powerful man was none other than Sebastian Wright.

The name ignited terror in the hearts of some and respect in others'. The imposing man dominated both business world and underworld. He was young and promising.

But Adrianne had no intentions to get involved with such a suffocating man who was very much reminiscent of her childhood even though he was attractive and successful.

However, will she be able to remain steadfast in her decision or will her heart get shaken up?

Will Adrianne be able to make out of the series of conspiracies and betrayal intact or will she be losing herself in the process?

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."

Dorian, my boyfriend of three years, was a partner at a top-tier Boston law firm. He was gentle, refined, and absolutely flawless.
A week ago, he buried his face in my neck late at night, whispering that the city was suffocating him. He wanted to take me back to his hometown to meet Octavia, the grandmother who had single-handedly raised him.
I agreed without hesitation.
But on Crane Island, every night Dorian would slip out of our bed, using Octavia's gout as an excuse.
Until that night. I crept barefoot to Octavia’s door and pressed my ear against the wood.
What I heard wasn’t a sick old woman. It was Dorian’s heavy panting, mixed with the shameless, breathy moans of a young woman...

​The smell of smoke was the last thing Rhiannon Sander expected on the night that should have been her happily ever after.
​"Why?" Rhiannon gasped, her world spinning as she stared at the two people she loved most.
​Her stepsister, Kaylee, didn’t offer comfort—only a jagged smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were just a stepping stone, Rhiannon."
​Seeking a lifeline, Rhiannon looked at her fiancé. She prayed for a prank, a joke, a misunderstanding. Instead, he met her gaze with a sneer so cold it froze her blood. As the flames began to roar, they locked the door and left her to burn in the house that was supposed to be her home.
​Dragging her charred bod, toward a dark figure in the shadows of the street, she whispered her final plea: "Anything... I'll give you anything. Just save me."
​The man towering over her didn't look like a hero; he looked like a god of death. "Don't regret those words when you wake up," he warned

I loved him for ten years. I was his wife for three.
He knew every sound I made in his bed. He never knew why I flinched at the smell of almonds.
He relied on the life I built around him. He never knew I spent six years teaching orphaned kids to bake. I never told him—because he never asked.
I left quietly. No cheating. No screaming. Just three years of him not loving me.
Now I'm running my own bakery in Brooklyn. And he's found me—with his money, his power, his everything except the one thing I ever wanted.
He only started looking when I was already gone.
And I'm tired of loving a man who needed me to leave before he could see me.

Evelyn's world shatters when she discovers her husband, Hunter, is having an affair with her own sister, Sophia. But that's not the only devastating truth - Hunter reveals he never loved Evelyn, and their marriage was only a promise to her father. Heartbroken and betrayed, Evelyn demands a divorce. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her own family's secrets and lies, she begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will Evelyn find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will the truth destroy her forever?

BLURB

He thought he married a saint. He’s about to find out he’s living with a ghost.

For twelve years, I played the part: the patient wife, the faithful partner, the woman who stood by him through rain and shine. I gave him my youth and my trust, never realizing I was funding a betrayal I couldn't imagine.

Then the veil lifted. An undercover affair. A secret child. A life built on a foundation of lies.

He expects me to cry. He expects me to plead. Instead, I’m sharpening the knife. He doesn't know how far I’m willing to push, or what happens when a heart of gold turns into a heart of fire.

The war has already begun, and he’s the only one who doesn't know he's lost. By the time he realizes I'm not leaving... it will be far too late.

How do you destroy a man who thinks he owns you? By making sure he loses everything starting with himself.

"That was my cousin. Old family thing. It's nothing."
Cousin. Nine years of her life, and she was his cousin.


I gave him nine years.
Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his.
Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself.
Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman’s waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married.
He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin.
The divorce papers came that same night.
I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving.
I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister’s calls to have me removed.
I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind.
He did not know. I believe that.
But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone’s afterthought. Never again.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom he already had a son. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

Sophia Carter is a talented young university student about to graduate in law, but her life is far from easy. After her mother’s death, Sophia was left in the care of her cruel stepfather, Thomas, and his spoiled daughter, Vanessa. Since then, Sophia has lived as a prisoner in her own home, constantly mistreated, humiliated, and forced to do all the heavy work.

Despite her suffering, her only hope has always been her boyfriend, Daniel Montgomery, a charismatic young man from an influential family who promises to take her away from that life and provide a better future for them both. However, everything falls apart when Sophia discovers that Thomas sold her to a cold and ruthless tycoon, Nathan Blackwell, in exchange for an amount that will guarantee Vanessa’s future.

With no way out and abandoned by the love of her life, who betrayed her with her best friend, Sophia finds herself alone, desperate, and on the brink of collapse. Determined not to be a victim of circumstances any longer, she makes a bold decision: if she is to be sold, it will be for a price of her choosing.

At 2:00 AM, I lay in bed with my eyes closed, my fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Crack... Crunch... A stomach-churning sound of dislocating bones drifted from the foot of the bed. Immediately after, a cloying stench of dead fish rolled over the mattress.

A cold, stiff finger traced my jawline and pressed down hard on my carotid artery. It was feeling for a pulse.

"Darling..."

A bizarre, dual-layered echo came from directly above my head. A cold, bloody drop of meat juice smacked right onto my eyelid.

But I didn't dare let my breathing falter for even a fraction of a beat.

Because I knew—the thing currently staring dead at me, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider with its limbs bent backward, was absolutely not the wife I had spent the last ten years with.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

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.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

I hid in shadows for six years while my vampire husband played duke with his mistress.

Lucian kept our marriage secret, called our daughter "the half-blood bastard," and rushed to comfort Seraphina's twisted ankle while five-year-old Vanessa nearly died from silver poisoning.

His precious lover had "gifted" my child deadly perfume. While I held my convulsing daughter, he was cutting cake with his real family.

So I handed him divorce papers during his next dramatic rescue mission. Fool signed without reading—too busy playing hero to notice he just legally abandoned his wife and child.

Now the mighty vampire Duke burns under holy sunlight, chasing us to territories his undead flesh can't survive.

Begging on scorched pavement for a second chance he'll never get.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

Isabelle Carson didn't account for a hot, new guy who almost runs her over, a messed up class schedule, and a boyfriend who dumps her for one of her best friends. All of that pales to the threat of her dirty family secrets breaking free from the perfect façade she’s diligently maintained.
Grayson Alexander is on his fourth school in as many years. Lakewood Valley High is exactly like all the others, with one shiny exception: Isabelle Carson. She’s smart, funny, and beautiful. But Isabelle is hiding something, and Grayson is determined to win her trust.
As Isabelle’s life spirals out of control and her picture-perfect image begins to shatter, Grayson does what no one else can: he makes her laugh and allows her to be imperfect. But Grayson has been damaged by his own family secrets, and Isabelle will have to decide if the boy she’s falling for more and more each day is a right or a wrong.
Perfectly Imperfect is created by Kara Leigh Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I believed I had the perfect life.

A successful career as a paediatrician. A beautiful home in Riverside Heights. A devoted husband. A son I loved more than anything.

Then, I noticed a stranger's perfume on my husband's skin.

What begins as a small suspicion quickly unravels into a nightmare. Hidden messages. Secret meetings. Endless lies. And a younger woman who isn't just sharing my husband's bed—she's carrying his child.

Marcus Hale swears he never meant to hurt me. He swears our marriage still means something. But every new discovery reveals a deeper betrayal, and soon, I realize the affair is only the beginning.

As our lives explode into divorce, custody battles, financial warfare, and public humiliation, I find myself fighting not only for my son and my future but for the woman I used to be.

They thought I would break.

They thought I would forgive.

They thought I would quietly step aside.

They were wrong.

Because when a woman loses everything she once believed in, she has nothing left to fear.

And I am done being their victim.

The Wife's Reckoning is a gripping psychological domestic thriller about betrayal, revenge, resilience, and the dangerous consequences of underestimating a woman with nothing left to lose.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Victoria was raised in the mountains where she was abandoned. After her father's accidental death, her mother remarried a wealthy man.
Upon being brought to the city, she discovered that her mother wasn't heartless, but had given all her love to her favored stepdaughter.
Victoria was then married off to the unconscious Edward. Who would have thought that on her wedding night, she would have her pants taken off by her 'vegetative' husband Edward?
Help! If only she had known, she wouldn't have treated Edward. After he recovered, she realized that her husband possessed not only wealth but also a lot of energetic sperm!
Pregnant Victoria, sought after by top doctors, became a prominent figure. Those who had bullied her were in tears. Even the proud Edward was flustered.
This outstanding Victoria was his discovery, so why were people coming forward to claim kinship? Oh well, his wife was too formidable. Whether he was the richest man or not didn't matter; he didn't mind becoming a son-in-law.
Victoria wanted to refuse. She wanted to return to her rightful life and walk the path of a wealthy heiress, with this young and handsome man... No, no! Her back was sore! Edward at home was insatiable!

Gina's perfect life was turned into a live horror scene when she witnessed her husband fucking her sister. The worst part? She was pregnant and was ready to tell her husband only for her to realize they had been trying to make her infertile for years. Upon discovering their betrayal, they pushed her down a cliff and left her to die. Surprisingly, she was saved by a stranger who found her washed up on his beach. This stranger however wanted something from her. A marriage contract that could destroy the lives of the ones who tried to kill her. Except, this stranger also wanted her sister.

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

He hung up on me while the killer's knife plunged into my body.

Seventeen seconds. That was our final call after seven years of marriage.

He was at the hospital with my "depressed" stepsister, convinced I was just being dramatic again. He didn't even let me finish.

I died that rainy night, taking a secret with me he'll never know.

Three days later, my husband—the city's chief medical examiner—caught a brutal case: female victim, face destroyed by acid.

He worked the autopsy with his usual precision. Methodical. Clinical. Until the facial reconstruction software completed its rendering.

When he recognized my face on that screen, blood exploded from his mouth.

He hit the floor hard.

"Grace, your trashy mom ruined Jessica's dress. Bitch deserved to die!"

Blake stepped on the bloody corpse, shoving me down to grovel at Jessica's feet.

The bastard forgot already? My mom sold our Texas ranch to make him rich! But once he hit it big, he let his secretary Jessica beat her to death like she was some street bum.

I looked at the body wearing that emerald ring, trying to tell him the truth, but he backhanded me hard.

Then the asshole ordered her thrown in the septic tank just to kiss up to Jessica.

I wiped blood from my mouth and laughed.

Idiot had no clue—that wasn't even my mother.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

She gasped as his lips found the sensitive skin behind her ear...every nerve ending igniting under his touch. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer as his voice dropped to a low growl, “You’re mine tonight.”

Allie never expected her mundane life as an office secretary to collide with the dark, secret world of Seattle’s most powerful man. But when a masked intruder storms the building one late night, dragging her world into chaos, she finds herself tangled in danger, desire, and secrets she never saw coming.

He’s Ethan Santos: a tech billionaire with a dangerous reputation, wealthy beyond imagination, and harboring a supernatural secret that keeps him alive. She’s just a normal girl… until the night her fate entwines with his.

In “Wife Erotica,” expect steamy encounters, high-stakes secrets, and a slow-burning love that might cost them everything. Will she survive the darkness he protects? Or be consumed by the passion she can’t resist?