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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.

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

My life took a turn for the worse when I married an arrogant billionaire who made me pregnant. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my misery. However, a sudden and unexpected tragedy completely transformed my life, igniting a burning rage and deep contempt for him.

Believed to be dead by everyone, I have spent the past four years plotting my revenge. Returning now, my sole purpose is to make my billionaire ex-husband pay for what he did. With my own wealth, I will inflict torment upon his already debt-ridden existence.

The man I despise the most, Mr. Diego Alfonzo, is the target of my vengeance. I have vowed to myself that I will seek retribution against him.

My crave for revenge is insatiable; I yearn to witness his suffering.

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

I used to think I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Married to my first love, Matteo Rossi—mafia boss—with an adorable son.

Until that afternoon. Luca was running a fever, whining for cake from that shop across town—a four-hour round trip.

I hesitated.

Matteo immediately chimed in: "Go ahead, babe. Don't worry, I got him."

I grabbed the car keys and turned. Before leaving, I glanced back—he was kneeling beside Luca's bed, his large hand gently stroking our son's burning forehead.

What a perfect fucking picture.

Until I heard that GODDAMN surveillance recording.

A man's luxurious watch slipped out of my wife's purse. Without batting an eye, she lied, "It's a gift for your dad." Looking at the youthful, trendy style and thinking of the remote-controlled toy that had mysteriously appeared in the nightstand, I felt nothing but utter disgust.
In the surveillance footage, the domineering homewrecker not only wore my clothes but also arrogantly taunted me.
And my own flesh and blood, the son I cherished more than my own eyes, had covered for them for a few hundred dollars of pocket money!
Since everything was rotten to the core, I wouldn't even want the son anymore.
Without a word, I accepted a tenured professor position overseas, decisively gave up custody, and promptly mailed the divorce papers and the adult toy to her company.
The mistress and the homewrecker's little celebration? Let them torment each other.
This time, I'm taking my life back.

I married a rapist.
After the wedding, I played the perfect wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep, and reapplied it before he woke up.
My husband loved showing off on his livestream, bragging that women should know their place.
One viewer sent a warning in the chat:
[Run, man. Only vengeful spirits do their makeup in the middle of the night—when their resentment is strongest, the makeup lasts longer!]
I covered my face and grinned wickedly.
Oops, forgot concealer. My corpse marks are showing.

My husband locked our fouryearold son in a 20°C wine cellar for his mistress. Our boy froze to death.
Lawyers silenced me. I was cast aside.
Three years later, I returned.
At a glittering New York gala, I tore apart every lie Liam and Mia had built. Liam begged for my forgiveness—but I had a solid anchor by my side, and I would never forgive him.

I’ve had a lot of things stolen from me by my stepsister, Paloma Thorne.
My father, my boyfriend, my baby, my thesis, my future...
When I was twenty-two, I walked into the university lab and caught Paloma and my boyfriend, Milo, tangled naked together. I miscarried on the spot. Later, as I lay in the hospital bed, Paloma used a secretly recorded sex tape of Milo and me as blackmail, sealing off my last possible way out. I didn't scream or cry. I just signed the papers, grabbed my suitcase, and left.
In Calder City, I met the mafia don, Darius Harlow. He was calm, dominant, and gave me a sense of security so overwhelming it was almost suffocating. So, I married him.
It wasn't until four years later, when I returned to Ellsworth for Paloma's wedding, that the illusion shattered.
The night before the wedding, standing outside a closed door, I heard her voice.
"Darius, I was the one who let go seven years ago. Let me make it up to you tonight. Please?"
The next second, I heard my husband's heavy breathing.
Only then did I realize that for the past four years, I was nothing but Paloma's stand-in.

“I want to know what you have on under that skirt?”
“Nothing, master,”
“What would you like the master to do with you tonight?” He touched her chin.
“Whatever the master wants,” she answers and then looks back to the floor.
“Are you really up for anything?” He asked her.
“Yes, Master. I want to please you,”


Ozzy is an Alpha wolf without a mate. After his long relationship ends with his girlfriend leaving him for another Alpha wolf, he visits a friend for some downtime. Ozzy's friend, Conrad, recently opened up the city's hottest club with exciting VIP pleasure rooms. Ozzy thinks this will be the perfect place to get over his ex, Gia. Little does Ozzy know that he will find his one true mate in the midst of the pleasure palace. Vivian is working for Conrad as a bartender and waitress. She has no interest in men, especially wolves, but something about Ozzy intrigues her.

Betrayed. Three years of love dead in an instant. I walked in on Adrian fucking my stepsister Sophia in the parking garage—her legs wrapped around him, his BMW fogged and rocking, her smirk cruel and triumphant.

"Better than her?" she moaned.

"So much better," he grunted.

My world shattered. Then everything fell apart: my father framed, his suicide attempt, suffocating medical bills. Drunk and broken, I let Sebastian—a cold, dominant billionaire—take me hard.

Next morning, a six-month contract: he erases my debts, saves my father, and I'm his property—his to own, his to fuck, whenever he pleases.

I thought it was just a deal, never expecting it hid a twenty-year bond. By day, a cold, untouchable Wall Street tycoon. By night, feral, insatiable, rough yet worshipful—consumed by a decades-long obsession.

He destroys my enemies, uncovers every lie, keeps me locked in his grip. When he drives into me, deep and relentless, his voice ragged against my neck: "I've been searching for you for twenty years, Emma. This cunt is mine. This body is mine. Every fucking breath you take belongs to me. Don't you dare run."

This deal-born possession—ruin or fate? The truth hits: he's loved me all along, waited, burned, just to claim me completely.

“Five million.”

“What’s the catch?”

“One year. You belong to me. Your time. Your body. Your attention.”


“I don’t get you,” she said. “First you talk to me like I’m trash. Now you’re acting like you want to eat me.”

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “I do want to eat you.”

His hand grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. Their noses grazed each other. Their lips were almost touching.

Then she felt his lips on the side of her mouth. Not a kiss. A tease. His hand slid to her lower back, holding her in place.


To save her dying brother, Sloane Brown signs a contract with Elias Voss, the most ruthless billionaire. One year. Five million dollars. Her complete and utter submission.

Elias wants her surrender—not her love. He plans to own her, break her, and discard her when he's bored. But Sloane isn't just a pawn. She sees a flicker of humanity beneath his cold, calculated exterior. She thinks she can thaw the ice around his heart.

She's wrong.

Elias Voss doesn't have a heart. He doesn't fall in love. He destroys.

But what if, for the first time, he wants to be destroyed?

And what if the one woman he swore to break becomes the only one who can put him back together?

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

"Emily Johnson, don't even think about escaping!" Alex growled, gripping her chin.

Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson, her voice stubborn. "Aren't you just unwilling to let go?"

Alex sneered, "How long has it been since the divorce, and you've already forgotten the rules? Your body remembers me well enough. Now, take it."

His massive, vein-ridged member, terrifying in size and radiating heat, slapped against Emily’s face.

Alex let out a cold laugh. "Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."

——

During their three-year contract marriage, Emily thought she couldn't warm Alex’s heart because he was naturally cold. It wasn't until she saw him accompanying Grace to a prenatal checkup—treating her with such tenderness that he couldn't bear to see her suffer even a slight grievance—that Emily finally understood. He wasn't incapable of love; he just didn't love her.

Emily calmly signed the divorce papers and took her own pregnancy report with her when she left.

But after Emily vanished completely, Alex went insane, scouring the entire city for her.

When they finally met again, Alex’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "Emily, I was wrong... please, come back to me."

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

Considered a cursed child by her family from a young age, Katherine Lutz grew up isolated from the world, raised only by her mother and a set of extraordinary abilities—amplified hearing, prodigious memory, and an almost superhuman talent for creating medicinal fragrances. Now, years later, she returns to the city only to discover: a father who never wanted her, a half-sister who slanders her, a stepmother who despises her, and an elite class ready to trample her.
But Katherine did not return defenseless, she holds the industry's biggest secret:she is Sasha Luz, the miraculous perfumer whose work is worth millions — and whose name the whole world desires. When her path crosses with João Pedro Arbex, the second heir to the most powerful family in the country, Katherine realizes she's not the only one with secrets.


I needed to find the secret door in his bathroom, but I didn't expect him to walk in while I was on my knees. João Pedro stood in the doorway, water dripping from his wet hair, a towel barely covering his waist. His cold eyes scanned me, then the bathtub I was inspecting. “What are you doing in my private bathroom, Katherine?” My heart raced. I couldn't tell him I was a hacker looking for his illegal lab. So I lied. “I... I lost something.” He took a step closer, the scent of mint and dangerous pheromones filling the small space. He trapped me against the cold tiles, his wet skin burning against mine. “Did you lose this?” He whispered, his hand brushing my cheek, then sliding down to my neck. The tension was unbearable. He thought I was obsessed with him. “If you wanted to see me naked, you just had to ask.” He leaned in, his lips inches from mine. “But be careful... once you enter my room, I might never let you leave.”

The knife glistened in my hands with his blood as I stared at him, watching him clutch his chest, begging me with his eyes to spare him.

And for a minute, the sheer joy washed through me. It was....perfect.

"Akira, baby please....I did not mean to. You love me don't you? I'm your husband. You should always love me. Right?"

I smiled, sadistic.

Maybe if it was a few months earlier, the answer I would have had to all his questions would be yes. I used to love this man.

But now, I was out for just one thing, his life.

~

Akira's freedom and future were given away the moment she signed the marriage documents with Leon. Her marriage with the most prominent billionaire in New York turned out to be a nightmare in disguise.

And after being betrayed by his husband and his assistant, she wants just one thing.

Revenge.

Secrets after secrets are revealed and Akira finds out that she couldn't trust anyone who was by her side. What would Akira do when she finds out that she is the key to a hidden treasure? One that could destroy all her enemies at one go and also attract enemies from all sides?

"Three years ago, standing at the altar under the admiring gaze of hundreds, Gabriel declared that he would love only Catherine, unwaveringly, for the rest of his life.
Three years later, after receiving a diagnosis of infertility, he heartlessly threw divorce papers in her face and cast her out onto the streets with nothing.
Three years ago, Catherine, in her kindness, saved a girl who was about to be sold into a brothel, taking her in as a beloved younger sister.
Three years later, watching the very girl she once saved walk down the aisle on her ex-husband's arm, standing in the same place she once stood, reciting the vows she once made, Catherine could only muster a bitter smile.
She gently touched her flat stomach, where an unborn life, a gift from heaven, was beginning to form. She vowed to herself that she would leave Gabriel far behind, but...
'Catherine, you are mine. Divorce or not, you will forever belong to Gabriel.'
'Catherine, be good. Stop causing trouble, okay?'
'Catherine! If you dare to leave, I will break your legs!'
'Catherine, stay with me, I beg you...'"

After being forced to marry the alpha king, Katlyn feels her life is a living hell, but she never expected this sinister, frivolous alpha to become the perfect, adoring husband. 
"Honey, you're so sweet," he said, kissing her cheek

"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?

Riven Blackwood doesn’t believe in mercy—only revenge.

Mafia billionaire Riven Blackwood has a score to settle with his rival, Julian Styles—and he plans to do it by taking Hazel Styles, Julian’s innocent little sister.

She was meant to be a pawn. A temptation he would use and discard.

But one moment shatters everything. Now Riven doesn’t just want her—he needs her, obsessively, and no force alive will make him let her go.

Hazel Styles dreams of freedom, yet her life has always been controlled by others. When Riven Blackwood, a man tied to her family’s buried tragedies, storms into her world, she knows she should run. Instead, she finds herself drawn to the danger he represents.

He wants to own her.
Body. Soul. Fate.

With enemies closing in and a silent predator stalking her every move, Hazel and Riven must decide how far they’re willing to go—for revenge, for freedom, and for a love that could destroy them both.

On the fourth anniversary of our engagement.
I had prepared a surprise for my husband, waiting for him. He said he was too busy with work to come.
But then I saw him set off fireworks that lit up half the city—for another girl.
The fireworks spelled out: “Welcome home, little fairy.”
So it turned out he did know how to be romantic—just not with me.
My husband couldn't care less about how I felt. This marriage was already hollow, existing in name only.
That day, I finally made up my mind...

The night before the wedding, my sister and I were kidnapped by robbers. My fiancé, however, only saved my sister, leaving me to fend for myself.
It turned out that my fiancé had been sleeping with my sister all along.
This kidnapping was a scheme devised by those two scoundrels; they wanted to kill me!
The kidnappers intended to rape me, to torment me to death...
I fought desperately to escape and, along the way, ran into a mysterious man.
Could he be my savior?
Or perhaps, my new nightmare?

Sarah Mitchell thought she was living the American Dream. A devoted wife to a respected university professor. A loving mother. For thirty years, she clipped coupons, sewed until her hands bled, and made every dollar stretch—because that's what good wives do when money is tight.
Until the day a filing cabinet crashed to the basement floor and shattered everything she believed.
Hidden inside: pay stubs revealing her husband earned twice what he claimed. Bank statements showing hundreds of thousands transferred to another woman. Photographs of a life she never knew existed. And the devastating truth—while she watered down their baby's formula to save money, her husband was financing his mistress's dream house.
One woman. Thirty years of lies. And the courage to reclaim a life she thought was lost forever.

After four years of trying to conceive, I suddenly realized my husband had been drugging me so i couldn't give birth and when i asked he had shamelessly said
"he wasn't ready to be a father."

But, when I caught him in the hospital with his pregnant best friend, I couldn't bear it again and decided to leave.

I thought I had the perfect life.

A mansion in Westport, a successful husband, a beautiful daughter. Sixteen years of marriage that seemed unbreakable.

Until I found another woman's watch band in my husband's car.

Until I discovered that woman was my daughter's soccer coach.

Until I realized my nine-year-old daughter was helping her father lie to me.

Some betrayals strike like lightning. Others seep in like slow poison, until you discover your entire world is a lie.

When I stood on the platform at our annual community barbecue, armed with evidence and burning with rage, I understood a truth that would have destroyed the woman I used to be:

Sometimes the only way to save your family is to destroy it first.

No one would believe that Lorenzo Moretti's wife—the mafia Don's wife—

had to kneel in his study and beg him to approve three hundred thousand dollars to save her brother's life.

All because he thought a woman from Brooklyn's slums needed constant reminding of her place.

Just last night, kidnappers sent photos of my brother's severed finger, and I got on my knees begging him to sign that goddamn form.

His trusted advisor Sofia stamped "REJECTED" in red ink, sneering: "Insufficient proof."

Lorenzo didn't know I endured this humiliation because I once loved him.

Now Sofia told me my brother was dead, dumped in the Hudson River.

I don't need to be his caged canary anymore.

I was trained to seduce, to deceive, and to kill if I had to. Love was never part of the mission.

My body became my weapon, the one thing no man could ever truly own. I couldn’t give life so I learned to use sex as a tool to take whatever I wanted.

As one of O.A.S.I.S.’s top operatives, I’ve faced warlords, dictators, and men who thought they owned the world. None of them ever got under my skin until billionaire playboy, Zayne Beaumont, walked into my crosshairs.

He’s infuriatingly charming, dangerously beautiful, and the reason my pulse forgets its rhythm. But when his past comes for him in the form of Dominik D’Angelo, the ruthless Mafia Don who wants him dead—my world fractures in ways no training could prepare me for.

Because Dominik doesn’t just want revenge.

He wants me.

Now I’m trapped between two men—one who tempts my heart, and one who consumes my soul. Both powerful, dangerous, and willing to burn the world to claim me.

And I’m the prize neither of them intends to lose.

"You're right, Damian. I should have left this house long ago. I won't let my children grow up in a family that values only sons. Come, let us divorce, Mr. Damian Lancaster."
Elena sacrificed everything for her marriage, only to be betrayed by the man who once swore to love her. Cast aside for giving birth only to daughters, Elena walked away with dignity, carrying a secret that would change everything.
Five years later, she returns not as the discarded wife, but as a queen of the business world. With her brilliance, she builds an empire of her own, commanding respect and power. But Damian, the arrogant billionaire who betrayed her, begins to regret his choices—especially when he discovers that the child Elena carried was a son.
Now, he wants her back. But Elena has vowed never to kneel again. Between old wounds, burning regrets, and the dangerous attraction of a new man with power equal to Damian's, will she give her ex-husband a second chance—or destroy him once and for all?

Elena sacrificed everything for her marriage-only to be betrayed by the man who swore to love her. Just because Elena couldn't bear a son as an heir.

When Damian, the arrogant billionaire she used to call husband, brings another woman home, Elena doesn't cry or beg. She immediately filed for divorce and disappeared from Damian's life.

Five years later, Elena reappeared as the queen of business. With her intelligence, she built her own business empire.

Damian regretted it when he found out that the fourth child Elena gave birth to was a boy.

So, will Elena give her ex-husband a second chance?

"You're annoying! Why do you care so much about us?" My 4-year-old son screamed at me. I dedicated my life to him and his father, only to be told I was a burden. Meanwhile, my husband was publicly celebrating his ex-girlfriend's birthday, the woman my son wished was his real mother. I saw their "happy family" photos, the mocking comments from our "friends," and I finally understood. My 5 years of sacrifice meant nothing. So I packed my few belongings, left the house key on the table, and walked away from the life that was slowly killing me. Little did they know, the "plain housewife" they despised was about to make a comeback they would never forget.

"Faster!" "Do you love me, Leo?"

"I...love you...always have...always will..."

It couldn't be my Leo, he would never be unfaithful, not with my step sister!

Nina found the betrayal between her fiancé and her stepsister. What's worse, Her Stepsister May had plagiarized the bracelet she had intended to give Leo and even named the bracelet "True Love." The pain fuels her resolve for retribution, and a serendipitous discovery of documents against her fiancé ignites her quest for vengeance.

Alexander Blackwood, the ruthless real estate tycoon and business adversary of Nina's unfaithful fiancé. Nina approaches Alexander with the documents and they conspire to bring her fiancé to his knees, both in business and in love.

Will Nina be able to expose the chilling secrets and achieve the justice she desires? Can Alexander outwit the schemes set against him and prove his loyalty to Nina?

“You have no right to question me,” I snapped, defiance burning in my voice. “I’m not answering you. Why did you lie to him? I’m not your wife anymore—not in any way that matters. It’s just a signature on paper. I came back to set you free, to end this so we never have to face each other again. I’ll tell him the truth myself and clear up his confusion.”

Marc’s lips twisted into a grim smile. His hand shot out, fingers clamping around my arm, pressing into my flesh with unyielding force. “I know you won’t,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t ever forget, Carmen—you’re still my legal wife.”

Carmen thought she’d found her happily-ever-after when she married the man of her dreams. Young, simple, and breathtakingly beautiful, she gave him her heart—until his devastating betrayal shattered it. She walked away, determined to leave her past behind. But fate had other plans. Drawn back into his world, Carmen intends to confront her ex-husband one last time, sever their ties, and move on for good. There’s nothing left between them—or so she believes. Unbeknownst to her, he’s not ready to let go. Trapped by his cunning, Carmen faces a man who’ll stop at nothing to reclaim what he considers his.

A gripping tale of second chance romance, emotional betrayal, and a possessive ex, this story will pull you into a whirlwind of passion, heartbreak, and undeniable chemistry.

Mia Carter thought her secret marriage to Ryan Blake, the cold billionaire, would stay hidden forever. For three years, she lived in the shadows while he traveled the world, never once calling her his wife. Now he's back, and he wants a divorce—but he has no idea who she really is.

One stormy night, a case of mistaken identity brings them together in the dark. Ryan doesn't recognize Mia, and by morning, he's gone, leaving only money behind like she's a stranger he wants to forget. Hurt and angry, Mia decides to teach him a lesson he'll never forget.

She becomes Maya, a smart businesswoman who outsmarts Ryan at every turn. He's drawn to her, chasing after someone he thinks is a mystery woman, not knowing she's the wife he's trying to divorce. But when Mia discovers a life-changing secret, everything spirals out of control. A terrible mistake tears them apart, and by the time Ryan learns the truth, it might be too late.

Can Ryan fix his mistakes before he loses Mia forever? Or will she walk away, taking his only chance at happiness with her?

I came to Northveil Academy with no magic, no reputation, and no intention of begging anyone to see my worth.

Rhydan Valecrest, Northveil Academy's untouchable hockey captain, Dragon Alpha, and heir to the most feared bloodline, looked at me once and decided I was nobody.

He was wrong.

The magic sleeping inside me isn't ordinary.

I'm a witch.

A tamer.

And somehow, I'm the only person who can calm the monster living inside him.

His wolf bows to my touch. His dragon answers my voice.

The more he fights our bond, the closer his wolf and dragon come to consuming him. If I walk away, he'll lose control of the power he was born to command.

He dismissed me when I meant nothing to him. Now I'm the only one standing between him and the monster inside.

Some mistakes can't be undone.

A Dark Academy Fantasy Romance.

Cecilia believed her marriage was built on true love.

For three years, she sacrificed her career to be the perfect wife. But the fairy tale ended the moment she uncovered his affair.

As she digs deeper, a web of deceit unravels:
a twisted affair with his own sister, stolen company assets, and a calculated plot to destroy her reputation. He didn't just break her heart; he stole her future.

Now, for every wasted year, she’s coming for everything.

She will leave him with nothing to lose.

Married for years. Hidden for years. A wife no one knew existed.
The day the doctors said terminal, her husband named a skyscraper after himself and his mistress. The city cheered. Then he called — not to ask if she was okay, but to order her to clean up the scandal. Smile. Swallow it.
She did. She always did.
The hospital called. Emergency surgery. He hung up. Blocked the number.
She went under the knife alone. No hand to hold. No one outside that door. As the anesthesia dragged her down, one thought lingered — if she died tonight, would he even know?
She didn't die. But something in her did.
Divorce papers signed. No tears. No begging. Gone.
Years later, her name lit up every headline — the visionary AI architect behind a global tech revolution. The world couldn't stop saying her name.
He came crawling back. Apologies. Grand gestures. Begging outside her door for hours. His empire meant nothing now. Every achievement tasted like ash. That skyscraper mocked him against the skyline every single day.
She looked at him the way you look at a stranger.
"Do I know you?"
And walked away. Not once looking back.

“You want one hundred thousand dollars for your body, fine. Produce me an heir within six months and the money is yours when the baby is born.” The coldness in his voice sends a shiver up my spine. “Are you serious?” “Yes.” “B-but what about the other part of my request?” I stammer out. “What other part?” he asks with his eyebrow raised. I clutch the contract close to my chest. “The part where I get to leave. If I have your baby, Ansel, can I take the money and walk away?” When I was bought at an auction by my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn’t seen for many years, he signed a contract with me, as long as I gave birth to him a child, I could get the money and leave. but after I gave birth, he regretted it.