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

“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.

Because he is forced to marry a woman of his grandfather's choice, he makes his wife's life a living hell. After the death of the family patriarch, he has the chance to be with the woman he loves. However, in his path is the wife he despises so much. He ends up killing her to be with his mistress, and is betrayed by her, who only wants the empire left by his family. Waking up in a second life on his wedding day, after all the evil he has done in the past, will he be able to obtain forgiveness from his wife? Warning: Contains sensitive content.

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

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

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

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


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

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

Aluna managed to evade a group of evil moneylenders who were trying to collect a debt from her, but unfortunately she ended up in the wilderness and ended up in a magical world she had never encountered before. Surprisingly, Aluna is known there as the wife of the Alpha King, a highly respected and powerful figure. Aluna has been asked to keep her fetus, which contains the Alpha King's offspring. Can Aluna survive?

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."

In my previous life, I married the old-money aristocrat Charles for the sake of so-called love, only to exhaust my heart and soul enduring his mother's torment and his own spineless cowardice.

I eventually left that marriage with nothing but scars.
 
Meanwhile, my gentle and kind-hearted sister, Chloe, married the self-made shipping magnate Alexander.

Yet, she was relentlessly tormented by the so-called "comrade's sister" he kept in his mansion, ultimately slitting her wrists in a bathtub in utter despair.
 
Now, I was back to the exact moment we were about to sign our prenuptial agreements.
 
The second our eyes met, Chloe and I recognized the shared, unspoken resolve in each other's gaze—we had both been reborn.

"Eighteen point eight centimeters," I said, pushing my oversized tortoiseshell glasses up the bridge of my nose. "According to your anatomical data, that is the estimated length of your private parts, Matteo. I can get results without entering a laboratory."

The soaking wet, shirtless, and absolutely furious mafia boss standing before me was rendered utterly speechless for the first time in his life!

Nova was a genius cybersecurity programmer who suffered from social anxiety, despised human touch, and perceived the world solely through mathematical formulas.Her only dream during her vacation in Crete was to lie down and sleep on the calm waters inside her pink strawberry inflatable tube. However, the sea surface currents had drafted a fatal algorithm for her.

Drifted out into the open sea, Nova found herself aboard the luxury yacht of Matteo—a mafia boss notorious for his cruelty in international waters, possessing a V-taper physique that was illegally flawless.

Was she to hold the hand of this ruthless man to avoid drowning, or become shark bait?

This was exactly how one became the fake wife of a billionaire mafia leader!

When Carolina, an obsessed, lovesick lesbian, gets her heart broken by the lady she wants to spend the rest of her life with, she wants to take revenge on the man who stole the love of her life. Surprisingly, this “man* turns out to be her stepbrother whom she abhorred with her life. She begins a mission to stalk her stepbrother, get him obsessed with her, then dump him so she can get back with Angelina, her ex girlfriend. What starts as fake admiration and obsession eventually turns into something real and Carolina realizes that she may not be a lesbian after all. Maybe bisexual. But she was definitely into men. And one of them… is her stepbrother.

Becky and I had been best friends since elementary school—inseparable until we both got into this top university and became roommates.
We used to lie in our dorm beds, staring at the ceiling, and swear an oath: when we got married, the gap between our weddings would never exceed one week.
I waited for Steven for four full years.
From freshman year to senior spring, I ghostwrote his papers, nursed his drunk stomach, and endured the rotating cast of girls who always seemed to need him.
Until the night Becky got proposed to—when the whole crowd egged Steven on to drop a knee too, he flung my hand away without a second thought, all because Claire, some sophomore, let out a shriek.
"Not now, Rachel. Claire's hurt. Can you not make this about you for once?"
That was all he left me with before he scooped her up and melted into the crowd.
What he didn't know was that there would never be a "not now" again.
In seven days, I'd be walking down the aisle in a wedding dress, just as promised.
Only the groom—wouldn't be him.

CALI
Drrrhhhhh! My alarm blared, shattering the silence of my small room. I shot upright, heart racing. Today was no ordinary day it was the day of my interview at B&S Incorporate, the company that could finally change everything for Edward and me. I had dreamt of this moment for weeks, yet now that it was here, a nervous flutter danced in my stomach. I couldn’t afford to be late. Not today.

I leapt out of bed and darted into the bathroom. The cold water on my face jolted me fully awake, washing away the last traces of sleep. I brushed my teeth swiftly, tied my hair into a neat ponytail, and secured it with a red ribbon the same ribbon I wore during my first presentation at college. It felt like a charm, a tiny talisman for luck. I threw on a simple white gown and slid my feet into red slippers, a splash of color against the plain fabric.

Once dressed, I opened my file and carefully arranged my CV, certificates, and other documents, placing them in my red bag. Each paper felt heavy with hope and expectation. One misstep today could cost me the opportunity I had worked so hard for.

The kitchen was next. I cooked cheese and macaroni, a quick breakfast for both Edward and me. I poured a portion into a flask for him—he had a doctor’s appointment later, and he hated missing meals. I ate quickly, swallowing each bite as if it contained my future. When I was done, I gently knocked on Edward’s bedroom door.

“Edward,” I called softly.
“Huuhh…” he mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.
I tapped him lightly again, then harder when he didn’t respond. His head popped up, eyes squinting against the morning light.
“We are on holidays, sis, for crying out loud!” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Then he suddenly realized he’d shouted and covered his mouth. I fought back a laugh, but the morning urgency left no room for play.

“Don’t you know you have an appointment with the doctor?” I asked, exasperation creeping into my voice.
He bowed his head, muttering, “Okay…” then quickly smirked and ran back into his room, locking the d

"Just this once." Ethan's huge cock thrust hard into me.
He lifted one of my legs and hung it over his shoulder, thrusting so hard I moaned uncontrollably. "God, you're so tight..."
I tried to escape, but he grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him.
I begged, "Let go of me...I'm dying..."

A year ago, Lucy was imprisoned after being framed for intentionally injuring Ivy, her husband Ethan's first love. After being granted family leave, she rushes to visit her ailing grandmother, but Ethan fucks her against her will. He mercilessly make her give a blood transfusion to Ivy, causing her to miss her grandmother’s dying words. Jailed, the only family dead, and her dreams shattered, Lucy is desperate for a divorce from this man who doesn't love her, but Ethan coldly proclaims, "There's only widowhood in the Storm family, not divorce."

​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?

"Sign it."
Three years of marriage, ended in two words. Lisa had walked down that aisle in her step-cousin's place, believing love might find her. It didn't. Drex Drane barely spoke to her. Barely looked at her. But she stayed—until Cassie returned, his first love, the woman who left him at the altar.
Drex filed for divorce the same day. Threw her out the same night.
Then came the car, speeding toward them both. He had a choice: the woman who stayed, or the woman who left.
He ran past Lisa. He saved Cassie. Left her bleeding on the pavement, her last hope shattered.
That was when Lisa Red died. And when she vowed to return.
Five years later, she's the untouchable, unforgettable billionaire. The woman he discarded is now the woman every eye follows. Including his.
But when Drex finally stands before her, desperate to explain, she looks right through him and smiles:
"Do I know you?"

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.

Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole’s life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme.
Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor’s cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty.
“Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!” Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. “I don’t hate you, Nicole,” he sneers. “I despise you.”
When Nicole reveals she’s pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica’s determination to rid the family of her.
After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child.
Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die.
“I’ll make them pay so dearly that they’d regret ever been born!” She declares.
This is a story of romance and revenge you don’t want to miss!

“Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak.

“That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa.

“Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp.


Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival.

Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship?


“Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”

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.

"I spent ten years loving him, and three years as his 'perfect' wife. My reward? Watching him crave his own sister-in-law in the shadows of our home."
For three years, Aurora was the invisible Luna of the Silvercrest Pack. She endured a sexless marriage and her husband Adrian's coldness, only to discover the sickening truth: Adrian had married her to appease his family while his heart and his filthiest desires belonged to Morgana, his late brother's widow. Aurora hands him the divorce papers, resolutely ending this loveless marriage, and walks away without looking back.
The moment Adrian realized Aurora was truly gone, he fell to his knees, his eyes bloodshot with raw agony as he clung to her hem, pleading in a broken voice: "Aurora, I was wrong. I was a fool. Please... just look at me one more time."
Suddenly, Alaric, the Alpha King, wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, his voice cold and dominant: "You're mistaken, Adrian. She isn't yours to beg for anymore. She is my Mate."

Sometimes love finds us in the most unexpected places—through the most unexpected person.

At 40, Daniel’s life is a careful balance between raising his three children and running the family business. After losing his wife, he built a cold, impenetrable shell around himself—one he has no intention of breaking.

Deanna, on the other hand, is full of dreams. With just one year left before earning her degree in Arts, she’s focused on one thing: making it to the opera stage. But when her best friend Harry begs for her help, her life takes an unforeseen turn.

An outdated family rule threatens to keep Harry from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. The only solution? His older brother, Daniel, must marry first. To help him, Deanna and Daniel agree to a fake relationship—a temporary arrangement that should have been simple.

But the pull between them is undeniable. She brings warmth into his cold world, while he offers her a love she never expected after a painful breakup. Together, they begin to build something real—something worth fighting for.

Yet, not everyone wants to see them happy. Between outside forces determined to tear them apart and their own fears whispering doubts, their love faces an uphill battle. And with a 15-year age gap standing between them, one question remains:

Can they defy the odds, or will reason win over the heart?

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!

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.

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.

After a risky eye surgery, Annie returns home to recover in the mansion she built with her own hard work and sweat. Her husband, Evan, promises to take care of her. Her best friend, Mara, moves in to help.
But Annie knew something was off and faked her blindness. What she discovered was shocking and Annie is not as helpless as they think.

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.

As the heiress to the Sinclair family, I inherited billions, yet a car crash left my legs completely paralyzed, confining me to a cold wheelchair for the rest of my life.
My husband, Dashiell, spent three years meticulously caring for me—pushing my chair, feeding me my meds, and holding me as I slept.
That evening, while I was soaking in a warm bath, he pushed the door open. His handsome face carried that familiar smile: "Honey, can I... have you in the tub?"
"I'm a bit tired today," I rubbed my temples and softly declined. "Carry me out."
The moment the words left my lips, his smile twisted hideously. With a vicious sneer, he grabbed my neck and shoved my head brutally underwater...

Top designer Emma Carter catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend.
In the fallout, she marries the legendary business tycoon Liam Hayes, a man rumoured to avoid women entirely.
As he loosens his tie and walks toward her, her pulse stutters.

Where is his vow of abstinence? *
All I see is a hungry beast that’s just been awakened. *

Born between two kingdoms at war, Astrid Stone’s life has been marked by pain and misfortune, condemned to live as a slave within her own palace.
She is the princess no one wants, the shadow of a lineage that despises her.
When the new wolf king, Lysander Rowan, forces her to marry him to avenge his father, both are trapped in a union forged by hatred… and consumed by a desire neither can deny.
As their love grows and her true nature awakens, Astrid must choose between loyalty to her past or a forbidden love that threatens to destroy them both.
In a world where blood dictates destiny, can love defy the moon?

With a contract, she was forcibly dragged into the conflicts of a wealthy family. She was like a bound servant, obeying their orders again and again. For her sister’s sake, she endured it, yet she still wanted to fight back. After living under the same roof day and night, she realized she had slowly begun to develop feelings for him. When love and hatred became intertwined, in the end, she chose to run away.

To save my family from ruin, I signed a contract to become the billionaire CEO's fake wife—but I never expected his possession to feel this real.
Maya Sullivan was trying to save her father. She never imagined he would repay her loyalty by signing her away.
Five hundred million dollars. That was the price of his debt. And Maya was the collateral. Silas Blackwood doesn't want a mistress. He wants an image.
With the public watching Blackwood Holdings and whispers circling his name, Silas needs a distraction—a loyal assistant at his side, a convincing girlfriend, a flawless future wife. And Maya will play every role he assigns.
"I don't marry for love," Silas tells her calmly. "I marry for advantage." Inside the Blackwood mansion, rules are strict, privacy is an illusion, and weakness is never tolerated.
By day, Maya stands beside him in tailored dresses and practiced smiles. By night, she lies awake in a house that never truly feels safe.
It's supposed to be an act. A carefully planned performance. But the longer she lives with Silas, the harder it becomes to tell what's real.
The resentment between them or the way his touch lingers a second too long. Because in the Blackwood world, everything has a price. And falling for Silas might cost Maya far more than her freedom.