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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."

"No one touches what belongs to Alessandro De Luca. Not his business. Not his empire. And certainly not his woman."
"I'm not your possession."
"Wrong," he murmured. "You're my wife. That makes you both."
She became his wife to repay a debt.
He vowed to destroy her for a past drenched in blood.
At fifteen, Rose's fate was quietly sold by the man she trusted most—her father.
At twenty-two, she's forced into marriage with Alessandro De Luca, the ruthless Italian mafia boss feared across continents. To the world, their union is a cold arrangement. To Alessandro, it's a weapon—his slow-burning punishment for the enemy's daughter.
But what Rose doesn't know is that her father once committed an unforgivable crime—and her mother died keeping the truth buried.
Alessandro vowed to shatter whoever destroyed his family. He never planned to fall for the enemy's daughter.
Trapped between a husband who burns with revenge and a father who thrives on lies, Rose must fight to survive the war ignited in her name.
Because in the mafia… love is just another weapon.
And the most dangerous man she's ever met is her husband.

On a stormy night, an intruder broke into the estate and slashed my husband's throat.
I didn't call the police. Instead, I grabbed the bleach and scrubbed away every trace the killer left behind.
The next morning, my mother-in-law dug her nails into my arm. "Tell them! Who murdered my son?!"
"Lady Cordelia, if you saw anything, now is the time to speak." The police captain stepped closer, his voice hard.
I met his gaze without blinking. "The thunder was loud last night. I took my sleeping pills and heard absolutely nothing."

"Give Lydia half your beast core blood—you owe our clan that much!"

Facing the man who wore my brother-in-law Arthur's face but carried my dead husband Carlisle's distinct scent, I didn't fight back. I let him drive the blade into my chest.

Three years married, and Carlisle died in the border beast surge. I'd tried to follow him in death so many times that grief had nearly bled me dry—only to catch him alive, faking his death so he could marry his precious sister-in-law under his brother's name.

To keep his cover, he stood by while his new woman degraded me, even forced me to sign a slave contract that stripped me of all dignity.

He thought I loved him too much to ever leave.

Until I drained every drop of blood that carried his mate bond and disappeared.

That's when this arrogant bastard finally lost it completely.

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.

When Charlotte Lee settles for a marriage of convenience, she isn't expecting romance… until she begins to fall in love.   It's a truth universally acknowledged that you don't go after your best friend's boyfriend. Charlotte Lee is definitely not breaking that code, not even after her girlhood crush has been unceremoniously dumped by her bestie. Charlotte can't blame Collin for wanting to be a part of the Bennett family. It's been her secret wish ever since Eliza Bennet inconceivably picked her as her BFF. And now, finally, the life that Charlotte has always dreamed of is at her fingertips since she's a shoe-in for the job of head trainer on the Bennett’s horse ranch. But everything goes wrong when the job goes to someone else, leaving Charlotte in the lurch.   Some say Collin Hunsford doesn’t have a heart. Not true, as evidenced by his love for rehabilitating wounded race horses. The problem is he often puts horses before women, which probably accounts for his dating woes. Unfortunately, in order to afford to save the horses up for auction at the annual Pemberley Races, Collin needs to fulfill the terms of his inheritance and find a wife. Too bad Eliza rejects his marriage proposal before their third date gets underway. After giving it some logical thought, Collin determines her quiet friend Charlotte is likely the better choice.   For a woman who has few romantic choices and fewer career prospects, Charlotte has little choice but to accept Collin's offer. Besides, she's not betraying her best friend if Eliza never loved Collin. But if Charlotte can't crack Collin's stoic shield, she'll be in danger of losing not only her best friend, she'll be in danger of losing her heart to a man who might never admit his feelings. And for Collin, plain, shy Charlotte sparks unfamiliar emotions within him. Abandoning logic could result in the loss of his bid for the horses who need him, but keeping his heart closed off could risk the woman who makes it beat for the first time.   Get swept off your feet by this clean and wholesome, laugh out loud romantic comedy filled with sweet and swoony situations and a heartwarming happily-ever-after. In Want of a Wife is the first in a series of modern day Jane Austen retellings -set on a ranch!

⚠️MATURE READERS ONLY⚠️ DARK ROMANCE ⚠️

After years of loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my mate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless thundering storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat, and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me pain.

We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the sweet male whom I grew up with and looked up to as a pup vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he scared me whilst he butchered many with a blink of his eyes. No regret, no trouble his beast often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals.

How could I connect with a male like that? How could I make him call me his? A male who didn't need the presence of a Luna. I was neither a want nor a necessity for him as he was for me. The way he gazed at me, I could sense it in the marrow of my bones. Disappointment, unworthy...unneeded.


'𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓡𝓾𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓼.'

​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.

WARNING: {R18+ ROMANCE}{Explicit sexual content}


"I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?"

"Phobos," I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces.

"I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren't. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you."

"When?" I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured.

"When I fuck you senseless."


After years of excruciating loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my soulmate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless thundering storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me endless heartache.

We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the gentle and playful juvenile I grew up with and looked up to as a pup vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he terrified me as he killed many with a blink of his eyes. No regret, no concern his beast often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals.

How can I connect with a beast like him? How could I make him call me his? How can I love my childhood friend who has become a merciless monster?


#TBVC is a childhood friends to lovers dark romance erotic series with an age gap of 9 years between the protagonists. It will be a rollercoaster ride of emotions but will also have tons of delicious spice to heat you up. I truly hope you enjoy it my little wolves!

"You are my promised love," The cursed boy said. "My mate."

I could only stare at the boy in front of me, my head still working around the fact that he'd just revealed his curse some minutes ago.

"You are cursed," I managed to get out, my eyes finally daring to meet his. "The witch cursed you."

"She did," He agreed, his tone almost bored. "She cursed me for my wish, but she didn't deny it. You are my love in this lifetime, and you are the beast's love."



The first time it happened, no one could believe what was right in front of them. There was too much blood for the eyes to comprehend, and too little body left for anyone to recognise the victim.
The second time it happened, people spent hours of their night trying to find a connection between Mrs Evermore and the new victim, Mr Heimdenger. The murders had been about a month apart, but the corpses were too similar for one to mistake it as two different murderers, both torn apart into nothingness.
The third time it happened, people started whispering about a curse. The witches of the village had spoken and told everyone about how someone had opened a door they weren't supposed to open, and now they were all punished as the dark magic plagued their grounds.
It went on like that for a while, but the month it took my mother, I swore to slay the beast myself.

"Sire, humans, northern border", a guard rushed into the throne room panting out,

"Father, should I take care of this?", his son asked, tired of sitting down in the castle all day,

"No, you stay here and make sure that your sister does not leave her room, she has seen enough of that human boy", he ordered, "How could she even claim to love him when his father tried to kill your mother?".


With almost twenty years gone, Alpha King Dwayne and Luna Queen Daphne had given birth to another child; a daughter, Desiree with the soul and spirit of her shrewd and merciless father.
She eventually finds love but what happens when her love is given to the wrong person of the wrong specie? Would the Luna Princess accept her father's wishes or would she allow an inevitable war to take place? Would the Alpha Prince and Luna Queen support her or go against her chase for her love?

●This is the book two of The Luna Queen.
●Mature Content.
●Womem are openly called bitches.
●Humans were extinct

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?

“I hate you April, and I hate everything about you,” his eyes were cold as his voice was laced with disdain.

A single tear slipped from her eyes. She knew from his face that he wasn’t lying.

April’s life goes downhill, when she catches her boyfriend in bed with her sister.

That’s not all, she is forced to marry the arrogant, broke billionaire,Richard Dowell in her sister’s stead.

Follow April’s journey as she embarks on her marital journey with a stranger who is proving to be even colder than when she first met him.

In a world where magical courts wage war through cursed flesh, enemies are turned into monsters and used as weapons. A politically vulnerable woman, Lyx receives a deadly and dangerous gift. Her enemy sends her their most powerful weapon: a cursed beast built to kill her and leave no trace of a mistake. She was never supposed to survive the night. But instead of running, she does the unthinkable—she speaks to it like a person. That was her mistake, or maybe her salvation. The curse begins to crack.

The beast, once a powerful man, Cael. chooses not to kill her. And neither of them can walk away. Now bound by something neither fully understands, they must survive enemies who want the weapon back.

Now the enemy is afraid of what they created. Bound by something neither fully understands, they must survive enemies who want the weapon back. The courts want what she has broken, returned, or destroyed. Because the greatest threat isn't the curse; it's what happens next when it finally breaks.
And the man emerging from the beast. Cael. Who owes her nothing and has every reason to leave, has decided, for reasons neither of them has named yet, to stay.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.