7731 Book(s) Related to the devil wife

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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.

She wore black to her wedding.
He smiled when she defied him.
And together, they sealed a marriage in blood.

Lucia Moretti was meant to be a sacrifice, a bride bartered for peace. Dante Vitale was meant to be her cage, the ruthless Don feared across Italy.

But fire doesn’t bow to steel.
And when defiance meets obsession, vows become chains, and blood becomes the price of survival.

He came from the shadows… and she can't escape the darkness anymore.

They told her demons weren’t real, just stories meant to scare children and keep curious minds away from danger. But what they never told her was that sometimes, the danger doesn’t hide in the dark. Sometimes… it watches. It waits patiently. And when it finally moves, it changes everything.

She never believed in the supernatural until she met him. A stranger with eyes too ancient to belong to any man. A voice that makes the world stop. A presence that shouldn’t exist. Powers that seem too "unreal." He says he’s here for her. That she's a lost princess. That there’s no running, no hiding, no pretending this is a dream.

But behind the madness, the fear, and the twisted desire lies a power even she doesn’t know she’s carrying, one that could break the gates of hell wide open or ruin them forever.

And the demons aren't the only ones watching…and waiting....

In a world where power struggles meets darkness and love dances with damnation, how far would you go to save your soul… if you're constantly hunted by the physical and supernatural.

I believed I had the perfect life.

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

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

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

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

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

They thought I would break.

They thought I would forgive.

They thought I would quietly step aside.

They were wrong.

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

And I am done being their victim.

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

Three years ago, Ye Chen was the unrivaled genius of the Azure Cloud Sect—until the woman he loved betrayed him, shattered his dantian, and stole his Spiritual Bone to climb higher. Cast into the Spirit Beast Stables as a cripple, he is beaten, starved, and forgotten.

But when his blood awakens an ancient ring, everything changes.

The Supreme Overlord System binds to his soul, repairing his body and granting him heaven-defying power. In mere breaths, he reclaims lost cultivation. In a single night, he crushes his first enemy.

The sect believes he is trash.

They are about to witness the birth of a god.

And Ye Chen has a debt to collect.

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

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

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

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

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

Allison Brown is an 18-year-old girl who is forced to marry a stranger, Harry McBride. The reason is that her father's millionaire company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the only ones who can save them are the McBrides.

The marriage will be nothing more than a contract between two companies, between two families, and uniting two opposite lives.

Do you think that after a marriage of lies, these two souls can fall in love?

She stared at him with nothing but emptiness holding in her beautiful grey eyes.

"What are you doing here." She mumbled in a blank tone waiting for him to spit out the reason of him showing up.

"Amy I-I am sorry I just." His throat contracted in a painful way as he couldn't find the right words to speak further.

"It's Amelia. And I already forgave you. Didn't I then why are you here." He shook his head stepping forward which only caused her to step back from him.

"Please Amy I want you back. I know what I did was wrong but it was a mistake and." His words cut short with a small laugh that escaped from her lips. An empty painful laugh.

"Wrong. You call this wrong. A mistake. Destroying someone's life isn't a mistake Mr. Stone. It's a sin. An unforgivable sin. And a forgiveness to a sin is God's right not mine. This is the last time I am giving you a warning. Stay away from me or I will forced to contact my lawyer."

A one wrong accusation turned their lives ups and down. One wrong step snatched everything from him. One wrong decision made the only person who loved him purely hate him the most.

Here's the story of a Ex-Wife Amelia Kales. And the broken man Liam Stone.

WARNING: IF YOUR LOOKING FOR A TYPICAL DRAMATIC EX WIFE STORY THEN KINDLY THIS STORY ISN'T FOR YOU. LASTLY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SPELLING MISTAKES CAN BE FOUND.

Alice and Robert belonged to important families, although they had known each other since they were children, they did not see each other again until they learned that they were engaged. Robert refused to marry her, as he neither loved her nor knew her. When Alice learned that Robert did not want that marriage, she was relieved, as she did not want to marry him either and loved another man, so she appealed to her parents to annul the engagement, but they refused, as if they refused it would seem that they were more important and powerful, so the Taylors had to honor that engagement. Everything went on until the day of the wedding and once celebrated, Robert vented his anger against young Alice for forcing him to marry her and not refuse as he did. But Alice tries to explain to him that she didn't want to marry him either, and even confesses to him that she loves someone else. But those words only make Robert angry, believing all the time that Alice feels superior to him and so he demands her to tell him who is the man she loves, but Alice can't tell him that, because he is Robert's best friend. Jared Sinclair

"I'm sorry Alex, but we are not possible," I rejected the hottest guy on our campus because I was engaged with Maru, the heir of the richest family in the country.

I don't have a right to choose the person I want to be with, because I was born for my obligation in our family business.

My friends said I was an emotionless person, but I knew even if I tried to fight for the person I love, I can't win against my parents.

My dad married my mom for business. There was no love in them. So were Maru and I.

However, Maru had a girlfriend. Without hesitation, he broke up with her because he was going to marry me.

I was happy on our wedding day until his girlfriend showed up.

Mariela Valdez never imagined that her own father would sell her to a young and handsome millionaire, despite her denials and her stubbornness she could not oppose the decision they had made for her, now she was on the plane on her way to her new life, why would a successful and handsome man want to buy a wife? For what? Mariela hated Alexander Gabardini for having bought her and Alexander is willing to make her his slave if he doesn't do what he demands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hit the floor hard.

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

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

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

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

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

I wiped blood from my mouth and laughed.

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

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.

As a leader, it turns out there are still things we cannot control. First, fate, and second, arranged marriage by parents. Reinhardt must marry Leonard, who is the leader of another region, to expand their territory and fulfill their parents' promise.
However, Leonard turned out to have an illicit relationship with Veronica, a friend, a confidant, who was as close as a heartbeat. Betrayal forced Reinhardt to eliminate the people around her, soothe her heartache and resentment, and heal her disbelief in someone once again. Then a man with a secret identity named Jean arrived in Reinhardt's life to become the solution.

Five years of marriage, and she was nothing but another woman's understudy.
Anniversaries. School events. Galas. In every public moment, it was always the other woman standing beside her husband and children—the perfect wife for all to see.
She only belonged to this family in the shadows, where no one was watching.
This marriage was beyond saving.
When fate extended its hand once more, she seized it and dragged herself out of the mud.
Only then did the man she left behind finally see what he had lost.
But an eagle soaring across the open sky—would she ever bow her head again?

Edna is a zealous career wife. She got married to Keith Jackson because his father proposed an agreement that solved her family's poverty, but left her married to her high school bully.
It's not bad, since her husband barely speaks to her, and she can use the opportunity to build up her career. She is the female face of the family's company, a proper trophy for them.
Everything is going fine until her husband's brother returns. He used to be the most popular boy in their high school, and she had a massive crush on him.
This sinful relationship will create the biggest scandal in the country. Will she give in to her teenage fantasies, risking everything for what might be love?

Ralph grabbed one of her thighs and hooked it over his arm as he leaned over her and re-entered her again. "Oh-J-Jesu-" she cried out before Ralph slapped his hand over her mouth. "Tsk-tsk," he hissed. "The gods aren't fucking you. The devil is.”

There was no time for her to reply, as Alexei forcefully seized the back of her head and yanked it backwards. "Look how helpless you are... you fucking love it, don't you, wife?" he growled. "Come on, любовь. Beg."


I loved them more than I hated them. And that scared me more than anything. They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should’ve known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom.

They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge.

Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they’ve come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me.

I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn’t escape them.

"I hate you, Thunder. I will never forgive you."
Living a life becoming a wife or husband, how long would Jewel handle the pain caused by Thunder? Will it take long for her to stay? Or she'll choose to stay away from him and continue her life without the presence of her husband?
A question that keeps lingering in her mind and trying to find answers but she'll end up setting it aside and continue to focus on being a wife.

For this unrequited love she has for him.
One year of being miserable,
One year of being in pained,
One year being unloved,
One year of suffering,
Jewel Mercyl Dawson, came from a rich family and the only daughter, wife of Thunder Alcantara. A brave woman that would do everything for her husband to love her, though her husband despises her so much she'll still choose to stay beside him because she still believes that Thunder will change.
Thunder Alcantara, the only son and heiress of the Alcantara Family, destined to marry the only daughter of Dawson family, his parent best friend and also for the sake of their merging business. He's the CEO of Alcantara Group of Companies. He despises and loathes his wife so much and he will do everything to make his wife's life a living hell, he also blames Jewel for taking his freedom away from him since they got married.

"I hate you, Thunder. I will never forgive you."

Living a life as a wife and husband, how long would Jewel handle the pain caused by Thunder? Will it take her a long time to stay? Or will she choose to stay away from him and continue her life without the presence of her husband?
A question that keeps lingering in her mind and trying to find answers, but she'll end up setting it aside and continuing to focus on being a wife.

For this unrequited love she has for him.

One year of being miserable,

One year of being in pain,

One year of being unloved,

One year of suffering,

Jewel Mercyl Dawson came from a rich family and was the only daughter and wife of Thunder Alcantara. A brave woman who would do everything for her husband to love her, though her husband despises her so much, she'll still choose to stay beside him because she still believes that Thunder will change.

Thunder Alcantara, the only son and heir of the Alcantara family, is destined to marry the only daughter of the Dawson family, his parents best friend and also for the sake of their merging business. He's the CEO of the Alcantara Group of Companies. He despises and loathes his wife so much, and he will do everything to make her life a living hell. He also blames Jewel for taking her freedom away from him since they got married.

A hot billionaire needs a wife to receive his inheritance, Nathan Rossi does not give a damn about many things except his inheritance. Nathan does not want any commitments so he meets Rachel and arranges a proposition that he feels would benefit them both. This is how Nathan and Rachel's story begins but it gets more complicated, hot and very steamy coupled with a rollercoaster of emotions. Maybe there will be a happy ending for them both.Then again, maybe not.

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.

Five years in captivity. They said Nora would be free after five years of working for the mafia king but they lied. Now Nora is forced to work permanently for the dangerous mafia king, executing dangerous cons with Noah, her only ally and her most dangerous temptation. The one man who makes her feel human again. But in a world built on lies, trust can be deadlier than betrayal.

"What's your body count?" the most ruthless Alpha in the werewolf race growled, his massive hand suddenly gripping my throat so tightly my vision blurred.

We had been driving in complete silence since my father sold me to him as a peace offering. I was supposed to be his mate, but the cold, murderous look in his golden eyes told me I was nothing more than a prisoner.

"One rule you'd have to learn is never ever question me," Detlef hissed, his minty breath fanning my face. "Once I ask, you give an answer. How many men have touched you?"

Fear clawed at my heart. I tugged weakly at his iron grip. "Zero," I choked out, tears spilling over my lashes.

He didn't believe me. His eyes darkened with absolute fury. "Never lie to your Master," he spat, slamming me back against the leather seat.

He didn't know the truth. He didn't know that three years ago, I gave my innocence to a stranger in a hotel room. A stranger who disappeared the next morning.

But what terrified me most wasn't Detlef's wrath. It was the moment we arrived at his heavily guarded territory, and his Beta rushed to the car window, looking pale.

"Alpha," the Beta whispered. "Fernandez is here. The Alpha of the Phoenix Pack. He's crossed the border... and he says he's come to collect his woman."

My blood ran cold. Fernandez. The name of the man from three years ago. The deadliest enemy of the monster currently holding my throat.

Priscilla grew up in her father's motorcycle club, the Devil's Saints. Her four closest friends are also in the club so it was no surprise when she fell for a prospect from the mother house. With nearly four years between them, her father laid out rules that he abided by. But after she graduates high school, she finds herself wanting something different.
Leo grew up in foster care watching the Saints and knew that was what he wanted to do. On his eighteenth birthday he joined the National Guard and went to the mother house for the Devil's Saints. Going with the vice president to the Shack, he met the woman that he knew he was going to marry. He just had to wait until she was old enough.
And then for her to decide that he was what she wanted.
When another man enters their lives, Leo has to stake his claim, and make sure that the other man knows that he is not going to share. Polyamory may work for Priscilla's parents, but it is not an option for Leo. The other man needs to learn to back off.
Priscilla finds herself trapped between what she knows and what she wants.
After the death of her mother, she feels pushed one way. But a single incident forces her to choose between the two men. She knows that whatever her decision is, someone will suffer. And they may lose their life.

*** “Get back here Bella. Do not even try because you can't get away from me, do not let me catch you myself.”
“I don't want to have anything to do with you," she retorted angrily.
“Oh, sweetheart, that is totally on you. Do you know how long I have been invested in you?”

“You kidnapped me and brought me here. I don't want to be here and I'm not letting you touch me," her voice was so strong.
He loved her challenge: it only made him harder.

"Me touching you is definitely happening. You absolutely can't resist it for too long: you can only enjoy it now,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. With that, he quickly ran around the kitchen counter and caught her.
“Got you… You can't run away from me Bella; no matter how hard you try I will always find you.

“Let me go… now,” she shouted.

“Not when I'm still breathing baby, you will love every single thing I do to you” he carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom…

At a young age, Mirabella Antonio lost everything.
Her parents died suddenly in a car crash. They died with a debt tagged to their names. A year later, her older brother, David was murdered in cold blood, trying to keep her safe and pay off the debt their parents owed. And the man at the center of it all was Hunter Groves.

Four years later, he saw her again.
He wants her.
And Hunter doesn’t ask. He only takes.
She opposed him in every way possible but he took her in every way possible. He is determined to imprint himself on her body and soul and that he did.

Note; Dark romance; Male lead is a totally obsessed psychopath. Trigger warnings

Darkness is a troubled soul with a tortured past. He is slowly losing his fight against the painful darkness that he is named for.
While responding to a distress call to a close friend, he meets a young woman who soothes his soul and brings light into his darkness. He never got her name and never saw her again for the rest of the trip.
After returning home from his time in the Navy, he arrives home to the Cajuns' clubhouse to find his Light on the couch.
Just as he finds her, he learns that she's off limits. She's the daughter of a sister motorcycle club president.
She is forbidden.


Camille has spent the majority of her life not fitting in. She has a close-knit group of friends, but not much more.
She has spent the majority of her high school years living at the Shack, the largest of the clubhouses for the Devil's Saints. On a night when she could not sleep, she met a man who did not see a freak, but a beautiful woman.
Moving to Louisianna, she discovers that he's older than she thought. She has to stay away from the one man that she wants.
What happens when they can't stay away? When they both want what is forbidden?


Darkness sat down on the couch next to her. “I never got your name.”
“Camille.” She smiled and closed the book on the bookmark. “And you’re Darkness.”
“I am.” Unable to help himself, he reached out and gently touched her cheek. “You’re just as pretty as I remember.”
She blushed under his gaze, but never looked away. Darkness leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He kept the kiss light, afraid if he didn’t, he would go too far.

Reynolds Ashford.
His code name is: Devil.
When he returned, he found that his own brother had already passed away, leaving only a tombstone behind. His sister-in-law even planned to marry someone else and divide their brother's inheritance.
The man, who boasts an absolutely flawless record, stood in the rain.
Yet beneath his feet, the Chicago underworld remained oblivious, unaware that their doom had already arrived.

"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.