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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.

​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.

THE TEN RULES OF THE PERFECT WIFE

Valentina Arráez spent her entire life following the Ten Rules of the Perfect Wife.

Always smile.

Always obey.

Never complain.

And above all...

Never give your husband a reason to leave.

For five years, she did everything right.

She loved her husband, supported him, and sacrificed every piece of herself to become the perfect wife.

It still wasn't enough.

Because while Valentina was fighting to save her marriage, Rodrigo Montenegro was building a new life with another woman.

Then everything changes.

The day Rodrigo walks out of their home, Valentina discovers she's finally pregnant.

The child she prayed for.

The child she believed could save her marriage.

But before she can tell him the truth, she receives devastating news that forces her to make an impossible choice.

As her world begins to crumble, Valentina must decide whether to keep living by the rules that shaped her... or break every one of them to protect the life growing inside her.

Meanwhile, Rodrigo is convinced he's finally found happiness.

Until the wife he left behind starts disappearing from his life.

And he realizes that some mistakes don't come with second chances.

A heartbreaking story of betrayal, motherhood, sacrifice, redemption, and a love that may already be too late to save.

Some rules are meant to be broken.

She gave everything to a man who never wanted her—now, she’s taking back her life.

For three years, she lived in the shadow of a loveless marriage. She was the woman everyone loved to hate, the one who supposedly "stole" him from his first love. She endured his cold indifference, raised their son—who struggles with a speech impediment—in silence, and traded her own brilliant career for the thankless role of a trophy wife.

But when his long-lost love returns, she is unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the "real" family.

Enough was enough.

After he publicly humiliates her and chooses the mistress’s daughter over his own son during a birthday party, something inside her finally snaps. She doesn't just want out of the marriage; she wants her life back. With a secret talent for design and a newfound resolve, she walks away from the gilded cage of his estate.

But as she rises from the ashes of her failed marriage to reclaim her status as a top-tier designer, he realizes the woman he treated as a disposable pawn was the only one who truly held his world together.

Now, the woman who once begged for his attention is no longer looking back. Will he be able to earn her forgiveness, or is he finally too late?

"Clara, if we divorce I promise that you will never see Luke again!"

A cold smile ran from ear to the other, curling my scarlet lips, "Who says I'm fighting for custody anyways? I'm kicking both you and your son out of my life."

In a former life cut short, Clara Winston had been the perfect wife-obedience and selflessness wrapped with a ribbon of loyalty. But after eight years her husband's first love, her twin sister Cassie returns because she needed a kidney donor, both him and her stepson pressured Clara to offer hers. Then after she saved Cassie's life she bled to death losing her own. She opens her eyes to a second chance, a second shot at life and this time she will be no one's doormat.

For three years, the wives of the Dark Prince of Ravencrest have died six months after their vows.

On the night of the King and Queen's anniversary celebration, a royal decree from Ravencrest shatters the festivities. The Dark Prince has chosen his seventh bride, and to everyone's horror, the name announced is Elara.

A girl with no reason to have been chosen.

But when grief awakens a forbidden power long believed to be extinct, Elara realizes her marriage is more than a death sentence. She may be the key to a curse that has claimed six brides before her... or the reason it began.

As the kingdom counts down the days to her funeral, Elara must uncover the truth before her own six months run out.

Will Elara break the curse and survive the Dark Prince's deadly marriage, or will she become the seventh bride to die?

The Daniels Family is that awesome billionaire celebrity family, owning the biggest conglomerate in the country. They have the fame and are portrayed as family goals, philanthropists, humble family and all.

Ruby Coker gets married to their one and only son, by arranged marriage of course. Loose ends had to be tied, acting and smiling for the camera is what she had to learn because behind closed doors, the Daniels' family might not be what they portray.

What the public sees might just be what they want them to see and not who they are. Here is a Glimpse into what happens behind the spotlight and what it means to smile for the camera.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he murmured against my ear. "But if you don't..."
He didn't finish. He didn't need to.
I didn't tell him to stop.
Instead, my fingers curled into his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it was my only anchor. Something in him snapped—something he had been holding back for too long. His mouth found mine in a kiss that wasn't tender, but hungry, desperate.
I gasped into him, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me as if afraid I might vanish.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my mouth, his lips trailing to my throat. "I can't lose you, Ella. Not you."
My head fell back, a soft sound escaping me as his fingers memorized my waist. My anger melted beneath his desperation.
"James..." I whispered, more plea than protest.
His hand caught mine, fingers threading together tightly. "I'll bring him back. I swear it. Just... don't turn away from me. Please."
The word please—low, ragged, almost broken—undid me more than anything else could have.


Ella never imagined she would marry the man she had secretly loved for years in such a way.
When her brother Theo faced twenty-five years in prison for massive embezzlement, the ruthless business tycoon James Lancaster offered her a deal: marry him in exchange for her brother's freedom.
This wasn't a fairy tale proposal, but a carefully orchestrated revenge. Because in James's heart, Ella was the culprit who had killed his sister Cecilia. He wanted her to pay the price—to atone with a lifetime of suffering.

I saved my husband's life with my left hand—now it's permanently damaged. For five years, he's given me everything except love. Tonight I caught him pleasuring himself to his ex-girlfriend's photo. I'm done being the grateful cripple wife. Time to disappear.

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?

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
James, the financial empire king who swore never to marry, was forcibly given a delicate little wife, and his life changed dramatically from then on.
"President, Madam beat up the principal."
James: Are Madam's hands hurt?
"President, Madam made your father so angry he was hospitalized!"
James: Find the best doctor for the old man.
Until one day, when Emily jumped up to start a fight, James grabbed her and held her back.
Emily whimpered: "James, don't you love me anymore?"
James looked helpless: "Be good, wait until you deliver what's in your belly before fighting..."

I became a substitute bride, marrying a man whose legend was written in the blood of his four dead wives. On our wedding night, the cold steel of his gun met my temple. "You don't fear death?" he whispered. I played the part of a frightened lamb, all while secretly planning his demise. Yet, this cruel man who pushes me to the edge is the same one who shields me from harm. What game is this handsome monster playing? Little does he know, I am no innocent victim—I approached him with a hidden agenda of my own.

Ruby finds herself agreeing to be the contracted wife of a man she knew nothing about just to save the life of her sister.

He only calls her when he needs something from her and she's totally unaware about his identity except for his name.

What happens when everyone is trying to find the wife of Jaxon?
How will Ruby react when she realizes that she married the hottest bachelor in the city?

Will they ever be able to fall in love and overcome all obstacles?

What happens when she finds out about a very big shocking secret of his, one that no one knows about?

Find out in Hidden Wife of the Cold CEO

On the 1st day of their flash marriage, Alexander made bold declarations to Lila: "I will absolutely never have any improper relations with you."
On the 2nd day of their flash marriage, Alexander kissed Lila.
Lila: "Didn't you say you wouldn't have relations with me?"
Alexander: "I also said no talking back!"

"He's not my ex-husband. He's just a man I used to know."
He shattered her heart with one accusation. Now she’s the woman he’ll do anything to win back.
Juliette Hart thought she had found her happy ending with billionaire Nolan Cross. But on their wedding night, he publicly accused her of cheating. Heartbroken and pregnant, Jules disappeared from his world.
Years later, the truth comes to light. As past betrayals resurface and buried secrets unravel, Nolan will stop at nothing to reclaim the woman he lost.
But Jules is no longer the broken girl he left behind. She will do whatever it takes to protect herself and her son. Even if it means taking dangerous risks.
When love and revenge collide, will forgiveness be their salvation, or their downfall?

Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress.

Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident.

Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up here ? Who brought her here?


"He's only a friend"

"You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!” Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them.

“W-what are you doing ?” Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion.

Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips.

The Wife I Forgot to Love

Helena believed she knew every detail of her marriage: the exact time her husband came home, precisely how long the chicken needed to rest, the sound of Damian’s laughter when something truly made him happy. But there was another laugh—one that was never meant for her—hidden behind a door that never quite closed.

When Helena discovers a photograph that shatters everything she thought she knew about her marriage, the carefully built life she’s clung to begins to unravel in silence. Camila Calloway isn’t just a name. She’s the answer to questions Helena never dared to ask out loud.

As the truth slowly comes to light, Helena must confront not only betrayal but also the part of herself that chose not to see what had been right in front of her all along. With the unwavering support of her sister, Cassidy, and burdened by a past that has shaped her more deeply than she’ll admit, Helena embarks on a journey of heartbreak, resilience, and self-discovery.

This is the story of a woman who learns to love herself before deciding whether she can—or should—trust someone else with her heart again. It is a journey of healing, redemption, and the courage to begin again, where every chapter brings her one step closer to the woman she was always meant to become.

Because sometimes, losing everything is the only way to find yourself.

And in the end, after all the pain, anger, and tears, only one word remains to capture it all:

Always.

"Isn't it ridiculous? Who would marry a lame man?”

“Even if he is not lame, no one wants to be his ninth wife!”

"One Billion Prize For An One-Year Marriage"" was an announcement posted on the wall of the University. It made Liona not think much about who she would marry. In other words, a sum of money could make her do anything.

Who would have thought that the man, Lucas Fernando, she was going to marry was not a lame man?

A successful man, the CEO of a big company, is ruthless and famous for being untouchable. Also, famous for his eight marriages.

Liona hoped that one year would end soon so she could leave Lucas, but an unforgettable night changed everything.

Why did Lucas get married eight times? Would Liona become his final wife or just one of his ex-wives?"

In seven years of marriage, I miscarried five times. I nearly died on the operating table.

My husband, Lorenzo Castellano—the mafia king who controlled the entire East Coast—gripped my blood-stained hand and choked out: "It's okay. You're all I need."

I believed him.

Until our anniversary, when I smelled her perfume on his shirt and discovered the truth: his sister-in-law had given him a three-year-old son—those same deep brown eyes I'd bled five times trying to create.

The cruel irony? Just the day before, two pink lines had appeared on a pregnancy test.

That night, the explosion lit up the entire ocean, our private yacht burning like a funeral pyre.

The man who made all of New York's underworld tremble finally learned what it meant to lose.

He lost his wife.

And the child he would never know existed.

Seven years married. Seven years reading minds. Still ended up the biggest joke in New York's underworld.

My husband Dante—Mafia boss—put that ring on my finger thinking, "This should be Elena's."

Seven years taking bullets for him. Seven years tortured for him. All I got was his cold contempt.

Then Elena came back with a kid. I became trash.

"Victoria, you disgust me." He crushed me under his boot, had me beaten bloody—all for her.

That's when my heart died.

I didn't explain. Just watched the clock.

Three hours until the boat leaves.

Dante, we're done. Forever.

For three years, she was his devoted wife in the shadows and his flawless secretary in the light. She gave him everything—until she miscarried their child alone and discovered their marriage was a legal lie. Now, his scheming mistress has returned, taking her job, her reputation, and his cold-hearted loyalty.

Publicly humiliated, betrayed, and left with nothing, she realizes love was her greatest weakness. But a shattered woman can become the most dangerous warrior. With nothing left to lose, she begins her final, calculated move. As she walks away forever, she holds the power to burn his perfect world to the ground.

Will her silence be her revenge, or will his belated regret become his final punishment?

How ridiculous! My husband, my lover, my former brother-in-law...
He hates me for killing the woman he loved—my sister!
He hates me for forcing him to marry me at his beloved’s funeral!
He hates the fact that it wasn’t me who died!
Yet he fell in love with my body!
“Consider this payment for your hard work last night. Take the money and get out.”
As he raped me, as his penis thrust into me again and again, he kept shouting my sister’s name, repeating “I love you” over and over—yet when he woke up, he wanted nothing more than to kill me.
He doesn’t know that I’ve wanted to die ever since the moment my sister died for me!
He certainly doesn’t know that my death will be the key to unlocking his own living hell!

She married a monster to save her family. Now she's trapped in a gilded cage of blood and betrayal.

Cassandra never imagined her wedding vows would bind her to Alexander—Wall Street vampire lord by day, apex predator by night. As his exclusive blood source and unwanted wife, she endures his cold brutality while her half-sister Serena, newly turned and dangerously beautiful, schemes to steal everything Cassandra never truly had.

When Alexander's jealous rage nearly kills her, Cassandra realizes the cruelest prison isn't the gothic manor or silver chains—it's loving a man with no heart. But overhearing Serena's deadly conspiracy with enemy clans changes everything. The upcoming Blood Moon Ball will end in chaos, blood, and her planned murder.

Perhaps being destroyed is exactly the freedom she needs.

In a world where vampires rule the night, one human woman must decide: break free or break completely.

"Come on, you can do it, ah, ah, yes, ah" he urged me on as he f****d me, he is my first love, he is my father's friend, Lyon.
From the first time I set my eyes on him I have loved him desperately, wanting him close, his touch, his scent and his heart.
Even though I know he is broken, even though he told me it wasn't serious, I still love him, am I obsessed? maybe yes.
Is he obsessed? yes, though he says nothing serious, he's quite possessive of my body, of my heart.

They killed me on my birthday—my sister and my lover. My final sin was even worse: I was the one who murdered my husband, the only man who ever truly loved me.

Death was my escape. But rebirth is my sentence.

I woke up on the night I betrayed him. This time, I won’t beg for a divorce. I’ll beg for his forgiveness. And then, I’ll use my knowledge of the future to destroy everyone who destroyed us.

This life isn’t a gift. It’s a war. And I will not lose.

Victoria, a brilliant and ambitious lawyer, whose life takes an unexpected turn when she agrees to a contract marriage with the captivating billionaire, Sebastian. At first, it seems like a simple business deal – a child in exchange for financial security. But little do they know that their hearts will become entangled in a dance of desires and secrets.

As the years pass within their five-year arrangement, Victoria and Sebastian find themselves embarking on a journey beyond the boundaries of their contract. In the midst of shared confidences and stolen moments, an undeniable connection blossoms between them. The walls they've built to protect themselves crumble, exposing their vulnerabilities and igniting a firestorm of passion.

Yet, as their love deepens, Victoria grapples with conflicting emotions. Her heart aches for Sebastian, but her longing for independence tugs at her soul. The tension escalates when Charlotte, Sebastian's estranged wife, resurfaces, threatening to unravel the fragile bonds they've woven together. And when Ava, Victoria's trusted confidante, orchestrates her own agenda, their world teeters on the edge of chaos.

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.

Aneska Antheara Willis did not expect that her adoptive parents would use the girl as collateral to replace their biological child who was supposed to marry a billionaire who was a stranger to Aneska. However, by marrying the billionaire, Aneska may be able to get clues that led to the murder of the girl's family seventeen years ago.

Married to Edwin Zeelar, even though only on paper, Aneska is quite attached. Not only emotionally, but also by fate because Edwin was involved in an incident seventeen years ago. But apparently, there was another path that led to the suspect. With the help of Edwin, who often returned home injured, Aneska arrived before the suspect in the murder of her family. What will the girl do? Revenge, or choose another path according to his heart's desires?

Amanda’s husband lost all of their savings through bad investments — the money they had saved for their six-year-old daughter Emma’s heart surgery.

When Amanda was trapped in despair and heartbreak, her aunt Linda offered her a life-changing opportunity: a job with a $10 million annual salary — becoming the stepmother of Charles Morrison, a trillionaire, and taking care of his autistic son from his previous marriage.

Can Amanda seize this opportunity and change the future for herself and Emma?

"I'm pregnant! And it's the prince's baby. I have to decide what to do. I've lost my job, and I can't go home because the press are like a pack of wolves outside my flat. And the whole world thinks I'm a giant slut."
When virgin waitress Holly is thrown into the playboy prince's arms, he lives up to his wicked reputation by bedding her—then casting her aside! Unknowingly to his he has planted his seed into her.
One month later. Holly is pregnant!
Casper is furious; to him Holly's just a scheming gold digger, but royal protocol demands he make her his bride! He wedded her by the royal command and promised to make her life miserable.
Innocent Holly has the wedding of her dreams. But with abandonment rather than adoration greeting her after the ceremony, what will become of their forced union?

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.