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"Call me brother," he whispered, pressing me against the wall, his erection hard against my stomach.
For twelve years, we played this dangerous game. By day, I was his obedient foster sister. By night, I was his obsession.
He never went all the way—saving me for marriage, he claimed—but he did everything else. His fingers knew every wet corner of my body. His mouth had tasted my pleasure a thousand times. He groomed me to be the perfect toy for his bed.
"You're mine, Julie. Only mine."
But then Lena came back.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was locked. Suddenly, I heard her screams of pleasure instead of mine.
He didn't touch me anymore. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You're just a sister. Stop acting like a jealous lover."
He threw away twelve years of intimacy for a fresh body.
I packed my bags, leaving behind the lingerie he bought me, the toys we used.
When he finally realized Lena was a fake, he came running back, eyes wild, wanting to claim what he thought was still his property.
"Spread your legs for me, Julie," he begged, reaching for me.
I slapped his hand away. "Go fuck your sister, Daniel. I'm done."

Congratulations, Mrs. Miles, you're pregnant with quadruplets!
Estella Miles, after years of emotional turmoil, is overjoyed to learn she’s expecting two boys and two girls. Married for five years to a renowned billionaire capitalist, Cameron, she rushes home to share the news as the perfect birthday surprise. But her world shatters when Cameron, unmoved by the pregnancy reveal, tears up the test results and serves her divorce papers. In a cruel twist, he replaces her with her twin sister, Riana.
A heated confrontation between the sisters lands Estella unconscious in the hospital where she works. There, she’s saved by a charismatic, sexy doctor—who also happens to be her boss, the billionaire owner of the hospital. As sparks fly, Estella finds herself falling for the man who mends her broken heart.
Meanwhile, Cameron uncovers Riana’s deception—she’s scammed him and fled, leaving him to grapple with the truth about Estella’s pregnancy and his grave mistake. Determined to win her back, he vows, “I must find her.”
Will Estella forgive her ex-husband and rekindle their past, or will she surrender to the passionate connection with her billionaire doctor boss, whose touch ignites undeniable chemistry?

My mother was dying, and I—the fallen heiress of the Sterling family—had no choice but to ask my husband for the $200,000 stipulated in our prenuptial agreement, less than a week after our wedding.

He transferred the money without a word.

But that night, the way he looked at me changed.

"So the Sterling family is drowning in fraud scandals. I guess greed really does run in the blood."

From that day on, Theodore never looked me in the eye again.

He started openly parading other women at social events, letting everyone mock me as a gold-digger who only married him for money.

Today is my birthday. I'm sitting in the emergency room with unbearable stomach pain.

Meanwhile, Theodore is throwing a party for his new girlfriend.

Clutching the $185 emergency room bill, I call him.

"Theodore, let's get a divorce."

"Here we go again. How much are you trying to extort from me this time?"

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

I was reborn, and so was my husband. But he chose his true love as his wife...

“I’ll just tell it to you straight! That night you drank the wine that I added a little something to, and out of good will, I found two brawny men for you so that you could fully satisfy your desire. Who knew that you would be so insensible? You actually entered some wild man’s room, and even unceremoniously!” Margaux’s tone was full of disgust: “Trojan was too kind-hearted, he was afraid that you wouldn’t be able to accept the truth, so he said that it was him that night!”

“You……” Arisen was trembling with anger, listening up to here, she could no longer hold back and grabbed Margaux’s wrist. “Why would you do that to me? Why! Haven’t you harmed me enough?”

Margaux had her eyebrows raised in anger at first, and was about to push Arisen away, but she caught sight of 'him' standing behind Arisen. She immediately softened her voice, showing off a delicate and pitiful expression: “Older sister, I know I was wrong. If you want to beat and scold someone, then do it towards me, don’t blame him..”

Arisen froze, and in the next second, she saw Margaux suddenly fall to the ground, that pose… was as if she had pushed her.

“Arisen! What did you do!?” A scolding voice sounded from behind her.

The four books of the beloved bestselling paranormal historical Loving Husband Series are featured together for the first time. The collection includes the full texts of Her Dear & Loving Husband, Her Loving Husband’s Curse, Her Loving Husband’s Return, and Down Salem Way. Book One: Her Dear & Loving Husband How long would you wait for the one you loved? James Wentworth has a secret. He lives quietly in Salem, Massachusetts, making few ties with anyone. One night his private world is turned upside down when he meets Sarah Alexander, a dead ringer for his wife, Elizabeth. Though it has been years since Elizabeth’s death, James cannot move on. Sarah also has a secret. She is haunted by nightmares about the Salem Witch Trials, and every night she is awakened by visions of hangings, being arrested, and dying in jail. Despite the obstacles of their secrets, James and Sarah fall in love. As James comes to terms with his feelings for Sarah, he must dodge accusations from a reporter desperate to prove that James is not who, or what, he seems to be. Soon James and Sarah piece their stories together and discover a mystery that may bind them in ways they never imagined. Do vampires and witches live in Salem? Will James make the ultimate sacrifice to protect Sarah and prevent a new hunt from bringing hysteria to Salem again? Book Two: Her Loving Husband’s Curse How far will you go to protect the one you love? Finally, after many long and lonely years, James Wentworth’s life is falling into place. Together with his wife, Sarah, the only woman he has ever loved, he has found the meaning behind her nightmares about the Salem Witch Trials, and now they are rebuilding the life they began together so long ago. But the past is never far behind for the Wentworths. While Sarah is haunted by new visions, now about the baby she carried over three hundred years before, James is confronted with painful memories from his time with the Cherokee on the Trail of Tears. Through it all, the persistent reporter Kenneth Hempel reappears, still determined to prove that the undead walk the earth. If Hempel succeeds in his quest, James and Sarah will suffer. Will the curse of the vampire prevent James and Sarah from living their happily ever after? Book Three: Her Loving Husband’s Return What would you do to return to the only one you have ever loved? James Wentworth’s secret is no longer a secret, and now he and his beloved wife, Sarah, have been separated. While suffering his own internment, James is reminded of his time with Japanese-Americans in the Manzanar Relocation Camp during World War II, and he cannot allow the past to repeat itself. With the help of his friends—Chandresh, Jocelyn, Timothy, even the irreverent Geoffrey—James learns what it means to return, and he is determined to return to his Sarah no matter the challenges—or the consequences. In the end, it may be up to Olivia, the most powerful of witches, to grant James’s most fervent wish. Will James and Sarah be reunited once and for all despite the madness surrounding them? The Prequel: Down Salem Way How would you deal with the madness of the Salem witch hunts? In 1690, James Wentworth arrives in Salem in the Massachusetts Bay Colony with his father, John, hoping to continue the success of John’s mercantile business. While in Salem, James falls in love with Elizabeth Jones, a farmer’s daughter. Though they are virtually strangers when they marry, the love between James and Elizabeth grows quickly into a passion that will transcend time. But something evil lurks down Salem way. Soon many in Salem, town and village, are accused of practicing witchcraft and sending their shapes to harm others. Despite the madness surrounding them, James and Elizabeth are determined to continue the peaceful, loving life they have created together. Will their love for one another carry them through the most difficult challenge of all?

"I need a husband, and I’m willing to pay one hundred thousand dollars for one year of your life."

I sat across from him in the greasy booth of his empty restaurant, watching his jaw drop. Shawn Williams. Broke, desperate, and looking at me like I was insane. He was perfect. He was a nobody, which meant he could disappear when I was done with him.

"You're joking," he scoffed, wiping his hands on a stained apron. "You're Noah West. You could have anyone."

"I don't want anyone. I want a business partner." I slid the contract across the table. "Fake marriage. Public appearances. Shared residence. No questions asked about my... health. And absolutely no touching behind closed doors."

He hesitated. I saw the hunger in his eyes—not for me, but for the money. He needed it. I needed a cover-up for the seizure that almost ruined my empire yesterday. I needed the world to stop talking about my weakness and start talking about my sudden, scandalous gay marriage.

He picked up the pen, his hand trembling slightly. "If I sign this, I own half your image for a year."

"You own a role, Shawn. Don't confuse it with reality."

He signed. The moment the ink hit the paper, I knew I had made a mistake. Not because he was a bad choice. But because when he looked up at me with those defiant brown eyes, I felt a spark that wasn't in the contract.


To cover up a sudden health crisis that threatens his empire, business tycoon Noah proposes a deal—$100,000 for one year of marriage to a broke restaurant owner, Shawn. A fake relationship, shared living, and public appearances, all bound by strict rules—especially no falling in love. But as they grow closer, the lines begin to blur, and what started as a business arrangement spirals into something far more dangerous: real feelings neither of them can control.

Gavin Hugh is the son of George Hugh and Samantha Hugh. He practically runs his father's company and aims at becoming the CEO of the company soon. In order to achieve his goal he had to marry Arianna Owen, a model and influencer and daughter to his dad's best friend, whom his dad had arranged his marriage with. Gavin dislikes her as he thinks she married him for his wealth and shares no intimacy with her. When Arianna after 5 years couldn't handle the loneliness she feels,decided to pilot her marriage in her own which includes seducing her husband to touch her.

Tyler has been through more than most, and life has never given him a real break. All he wants is to finish his job and figure things out—but one wild trip to Vegas changes everything. He wakes up married to Quin McKenzie, the same man who made his life miserable years back and probably doesn't remember.
Quin is wealthy, controlling, and desperate to keep his inheritance, so he offers Tyler a deal: stay married until he clicks thirty and get paid. Tyler doesn’t trust him, but he needs the money Quin was offering, so he agrees.
What starts as a fake marriage soon turns into something messy and real. Feelings begin to get involved and walls start to crack. Suddenly Tyler is risking his heart for a man he swore to hate.
Now, with secrets coming out and time running out, they both have to decide—is this just a mistake… or something worth fighting for?

"How much longer are you going to drag this out?! "My husband, Julian, kicked the bathroom door open, violently snapping my lipstick in half. "I don't have time to waste on a psycho. Find your own way to the gala!"
He snatched the unlabeled bottle from the vanity, dry-swallowed two capsules, and slammed it back down before driving off.
When I arrived at the gala alone, his mother asked where he was.
"He'll be here later," I said with a perfect smile.
But I knew he would never make it.

I begged my detective husband to save our kidnapped son.

Instead, he hung up on my desperate calls, too busy comforting his terrified first love.

The kidnappers wanted half a million dollars—the exact amount he had just drained from our joint account to spoil her.

When I sobbed that his own flesh and blood was hanging by a thread, he scoffed and dismissed me as a jealous liar.

In the end, the kidnappers sent back my seven-year-old's severed head.

Even in the bloody aftermath, my husband fought tooth and nail for his first love—the true mastermind behind our child's death.

It wasn't until I dragged him before that tiny, headless body and made him identify his son that his mind finally snapped.

When I was in excruciating pain from cancer, my husband gave the last box of painkillers to his pregnant mistress.

"You were, are and will be fucking mine. Whoever will dare to mess with you, they will be buried 6ft deep in the ground." He said with possessiveness and I gasped at his tone.

"But I hate you, Zen Warner." I said through the gritted teeth.

He smirked sinesterly and ran the pad of his thumb on my lower lip, "It's alright. I can work with hate."


Marriage was not on my bingo list. However, life doesn’t go as you plan. Out of nowhere I was forced to marry a man, I knew nothing about, well, except his name. Moreover, just like I got married, I was forced to divorce him. I thought life cannot get messier but I was proved wrong when I had a terrible accident.

Finally, when I was sure that my life was on track and I would be able to accomplish my dream of an actress… he reappeared in my life, turning it upside down.


Berielle Wang is a 22 years old girl. She is an aspiring actress. Beautiful, kind, polite and well-mannered. There is nothing bad about her. But she had to pay a price for this kindness.

Zen Warner is a 30 years CEO. He married a girl just to fulfill the wish of his grandpa. However, who knew that within days that girl would be the center of his universe? In order to protect her, he could go to any length. Even if it means letting go of her.

Trixie had never doubted Daryl's love to her until she found a hickey on his shirt.

Mira had received an unexpected message from her husband to meet him at a hotel so they could rekindle their love, which she was happy about, but somehow she ended up in another stranger's bed, leading her to cheat on her husband.

Mira goes back home to meet a divorce, and not only that, but she also discovers her husband has been cheating on her with her step-sister, and they both tricked her into signing her inheritance over to them.

She was humiliated and thrown out of the house only for her to be saved, but her savior turned out to be the man she had a nightstand with, and he was proposing to her a contract marriage and a chance to get revenge on all those who hurt her.

Should she accept it? Could she trust him?

5 years later, she returned to New York City with her little Triplets kids for some business deals and to finish all that her ex-husband started.

EXCEPT.

"What the fuck were you doing with my brother you slut!" Ken yells, fury obvious through his orbs as he clenches his hand into a fist, veins almost bulging out of his forehead.

"Isn't it obvious?" I throw back his question, my lips curling into a smile.

"Dear Ex-husband, Why Don't You Call Me Sister-in-law?"

Verena decides to give her marriage another chance only for her husband to bring in another woman, suggesting an open marriage. To make it fair, he tells her that she can date anyone as well and the idea of an open marriage was to make things work between them.

Done with Kian’s lack of respect for her, she takes his advice and gets into a one-night stand with someone who shakes up her world, who looks at her with the same affection she searched for in Kian’s eyes but never found.

The catch?— He is Daxton, Kian’s uncle.
Now, Daxton refuses to let her go. And Kian? He isn’t willing to lose her either.

The day before my wedding, I unexpectedly walked in on my fiancé being intimate with his girlfriend in our wedding room. Faced with the scorn and ridicule of that scumbag, the only person who came to catch the cheater with me was a man I had only met once. He dragged me to the City Hall, but no one told me I had to fulfill marital duties!
I stepped back in horror, and the man smiled slightly, "What, you never thought about doing intimate things with me?"
"Michael, aren't we in a fake marriage?"
"Who said it's a fake marriage?" He raised an eyebrow, a hint of displeasure in his tone.
I recalled my fiancé's betrayal and felt torn inside. But Michael's hot and deep kiss was irresistible.
"Be good, it'll be over soon," he murmured, his voice low and magnetic...

“Maverick, you never loved me all these years, did you?”

“Be good. You're just a substitute.”

___ 

Never did Valencia expect that what her crush thought of her was a substitute for another woman. 

And never did she expect that the asshole would break the news to her after she gave herself to him a night before their wedding. 

Unable to take in the heartbreak, Valencia fled on her wedding day. 

Fast-forward to five years later; Valencia is now the anonymous owner of a company and the diligent mother of smart-ass quadruplets who think mom is the best and shouldn't be stressed.

And the most important thing: Mom needs a capable boyfriend. 

Someone dared to attack their mommy? Mom will face-slap, and if Mom can't, Quadruplet will!  

A certain shameless man: ‘Darling, relax; I'll properly beat them up for you. After the beating, what do you think we should have next—a triplet or a sextuplet?’

Valencia: “….”

Smartass quadruplets: Didn't you consider Mom to be a substitute? Scram. We don't recognize you!

"Do you want us to get married?" I asked.
"What?!"
"Yeah," I said, my expression serious.
"You're joking right?" She asked me.
"Nope, I'm damn serious," I said. "Let's get married."
"What's your reason? After all, you look like the type of guy that isn't interested in getting married." She asked.


David, the notorious playboy, never believed in marriage until he met Anna Danvas, a tough actress who had sworn off love after being betrayed.
When David proposes a marriage of convenience to inherit his grandfather's fortune, Anna agrees, thinking it's a purely business arrangement. But as they spend time together, unexpected feelings grow.
Now, they must decide whether to let go of their pasts and embrace love, or let fear dictate their future. Will they take a leap of faith and find happiness together, or lose the chance at love fate has given them?

I heard it all on a recorded phone call — my boyfriend telling his friend I was just "fun, not serious," while his first love was the one he truly wanted.
That night, I sat alone in a bar, drowning in cheap cocktails and three years of wasted devotion. A stranger sat next to me — quiet, well-dressed, nothing like the other men who tried to buy me drinks.
I was drunk. Broken. Done caring.
"Hey," I leaned in and asked, "you single?"
He nodded.
"Wanna get married?"
For a second, he just looked at me. Then came the softest "Okay" I've ever heard.
The next morning, I woke up with a hangover, a wedding ring, and no memory of my husband's face.
But here's the thing about hitting rock bottom — the only way left is up. And apparently, my brand-new husband plans to take me all the way to the top.
Even if I have no idea who he is.

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.


“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

I waited seven years for Lucas.
The moment our Mate Bond was finally sealed, our wedding night left me so exhausted I couldn’t even move and then my phone lit up with photos of him having sex in a car with Isabella, the widow of his dead brother.

Everyone told me not to overthink it. Our relatives brushed it off. Even the Elders stepped in to smooth things over for him.
But behind closed doors, Lucas showed his real face—Restore the Mate Bond or he would destroy my family’s company.

When I fought back, he slapped me so hard it shattered the twenty years of relationship between us. He froze my accounts, and my mother was rushed to the hospital because of sheer stress.
That still wasn’t enough. He demanded that I apologize publicly at a business gala, to the woman wearing his brother’s wedding gift. He even ripped away the moonstone necklace my mother left me.

I was shoved into a champagne tower, blood all over me. And he never looked at me once. All his tenderness was reserved for his sister-in-law.
Just when I’d finally gone numb, top-tier Alpha Finn walked in with a one-billion-dollar contract. “Your designs are worth this much. And I don’t like people touching what I’ve set my eyes on.”

Seven years of devotion wasted on a lie. This time, I’m tearing the fake Mate Bond to shreds and I’ll make every traitor pay!

Selena stole my sister's talent and became a saint. To appease her, my family threw my sister into a mass grave. The first thing I did after crawling back from purgatory was to crush Selena's knees. She knelt before my sister's grave, never to rise again. As for the Archbishop of the Privy Council? He would kneel before the thorny cross on my chest too.

Don’t trust anyone, not even yourself….
You think you know someone pretty well, until you’re awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of unfamiliar voices and realize your sister’s being swept away by some supernatural creatures who climb in and out of windows and leap from two-story houses like it’s nothing.

My parents tried to tell me everything was fine, but when Cadence finally did come back from wherever they’d taken her, I knew there was something unusual about my older sister.

Now, her best friend is dead.

Her ex-boyfriend is acting bizarre.

And I’m afraid I might be next.

My name is Cassidy Findley, and I’m pretty sure my sister is a vampire, despite her “co-worker” making every effort to brainwash me into believing otherwise. With the help of my two best friends, we vow to get to the bottom of this before it’s too late, and my sister starts to claim other victims. I love her, but I won’t be turned, nor will I just sit by without doing everything I can to stop her. I can only hope that I’m not too late and that I can trust my own memories.

Because I’m pretty sure my sister’s friends are coming for me next.

“Ahh!” She cried out, her gaze locked on the man fucking her. Her Brother-In-Law.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she clutched the pillow above her head.

“Fuck!” Tristian groaned, driving his shaft deeper into her.

Alice cried out again, her nails digging into his skin as her eyes rolled back, screaming louder with every hard thrust.

“Ahhh! uhh!” she moaned, pressing her hands against her breasts as Tristian leaned over her, capturing them in his mouth and sucking hungrily, sending shivers of fire through her body.

Tristian slapped her breasts, nipping and flicking her nipples with his tongue as he squeezed them, driving his dick relentlessly into her and pushing her closer to the edge of madness.

Alice arched her back, meeting Tristian’s kiss before he broke it. Her lips parted, letting out trembling, breathless screams.

“Ahh! Aaah! Uh!” Her eyes widened with pleasure as she cried out across his face. “Faster! Mmm–Faster! Ah!” She gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer size and force of him, her body shivering under every thrust.

The door to the room remained slightly ajar. A shadow was drawn by the loud moans echoing from within. He crept closer, eyes narrowing and peered inside–only to have them widen in disbelief.

What he saw stole his breath. His own brother, pressed against his wife, their lips and bodies entwined. He gasped–

When my husband pushed the divorce papers in front of me for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name, willingly giving up the man I'd loved for eight years to Ivy.

A few days later, Ivy got drunk and drove into a state senator's only son during a street race, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. Once again, I stepped forward to take the blame and bear all the consequences.
When they later suggested I donate my kidney to Ivy, I readily agreed.

Mom and Dad said I'd finally grown into a mature and responsible sister.

Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He whispered, "Don't be afraid. The surgery will be a success. When you recover, we'll go traveling."

But he didn't know that whether the surgery succeeded or not, I wouldn't be going anywhere with him.

Because I was already terminally ill, with little time left.

To end two years of a long-distance marriage with my husband, Sutton Brennan, I quit my job and moved halfway across the state to join his top-tier medical center.
But from the moment I clocked in on day one, a nightmare awaited me.
IV pain pumps violently popped open in my hands, medication cabinets rejected my fingerprints, coffee machines sprayed me with boiling water, microwaves exploded in public, and the employee lockers locked me out entirely.
My colleagues laughed at me, calling me a walking disaster. The head nurse publicly berated me for being incompetent. And my husband, the man I trusted most, simply smiled his gentle smile and said, "You're just tense. Give it a few more days."
In my past life, I believed him. I gritted my teeth and held on until the bitter end—and ultimately died inside this very hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my first day of work.

Amanda Rousso married Kenneth Chavez for the thought that all her problems when it comes to finances will solve everything, but she is wrong because the moment she said yes to the fixed marriage, her soul was already buried six feet under the ground.

She never thought she would become a pawn in Kenneth’s twisted game, and trapped her in the marriage filled with broken vows and lies. Throughout 5 years of being together, she was able to learn how to love him and obey him, but Kenneth was so abusive and couldn't accept her because, for him, Amanda is the reason why his first love left him. In order to avenge her, she must endure all the cold treatment.

In the darkest moments of her life, Amanda decided to escape, and she stumbled into the arms of Damon Vera, the king of Mafia society who was feared by everyone. Damon pledged to protect her, but with one condition. She will marry Damon.

Now, Amanda must decide. Will she marry Damon to spare her life and run away from her past that keeps hunting her or get entangled in his life and power as if she stepped into another level of prison?

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.

She is a singer,she loves to sing songs but her parents are not allowed to sing,but she has a secret no one knows about her secret.Her parents forced to marry a person,she agrees with her parents decision and marries that guy who she doesn't know.?

He is not playboy,or rich spoilt brat,he doesn't have one night stands but he is arrogant guy, loveable person. Girls admires him with his looks but he admires only one girl in his life.He is a dancer,he loves to dance and loves his parents very much and his first priority is his family,most importantly he admires one girl from past 1 year.He is searching for that girl,but his parents wants to get marry him.He agrees without hesitation.He dont no anything about that girl.Who he is going to marry?will he able find his secret love?.

Let's see how Aaron will found about his secret love?will he able to love his wife who is mysterious to world?.

Thinking she had finally broken free from her family’s violence, Ariana had no choice but to attend the party her father would throw to celebrate the man she had always hated.
The ruthless mafia lord Matteo Donatelli, whom her family had taken under their wing when she was a teenager.

Drunk and clouded Don Matteo Donatelli unknowingly made love to his adopted sister, she couldn't resist him for much longer and succumbed to his devious touch.

Moments later Ariana is Trying to hold back all the anger, emotions and tears when she sees the man who just stole her virginity, recklessly propose in front of the entire family to his outsider American girlfriend Becky Saunders.

So what about her?

What happens when the man she’s suddenly engaged to find out she is pregnant with his enemy’s bastard child?

But things turn surprising when Becky Sunders suddenly slumps on her wedding day!
Read on to find out!

“I watched you grow from a girl into a woman. I watched men try to approach you at school, men I had to…… discouraged from ever speaking your name again”


The deal was simple: Two families, one alliance. Salvatore Moretti, cold-blooded to the east coast, was to marry the eldest daughter of the Russo family to end a decade-long blood feud. Sofia Russo is beautiful, elegant, and the perfect mafia bride. But Salvatore doesn’t want Sofia. For five years his camera, his men, and his own eyes have been fixed on Iris, the rebellious younger sister kept in the shadows. He has watched her grow, watched her cry, and destroyed any man who has dared to look at her, all from the darkness. Now, the contract is signed, the wedding is set, and Salvatore is moving into the Russo estate. But as he stands at the altar, he’s not looking at his bride. He’s looking at the bridesmaid… and he decides he’s not leaving without her.

I thought I was just an ordinary potter who fell for the wrong man—a billionaire heir who could never truly be mine.

I thought the worst pain would be watching him choose someone else.

Until that DNA report shattered every illusion I'd ever held.

Phoenix Blackwood and I... we're siblings.

For twenty-three years, I lived inside my mother's carefully woven lie. She wasn't just some nameless maid—she was the woman the Blackwood family destroyed and discarded.

When I watched that man drop to his knees, screaming "What does blood matter? I love you!" I finally understood....

She was sold to a man with six wives，she seduced them all.


The system was built to sell me off, so I married the one man who’d let me burn it down.My family picked the wrong girl to auction off for their debts. Sure, the offers rolled in from every rich, arrogant bore in the empire. But I’m not interested in being any man’s prize. My secret? I’m a lesbian and their laws forbid my heart. So, I chose the only player smart enough to make it interesting: Khalid al-Munsif, the legendary Falcon with six brilliant wives.

He doesn’t want a wife. He wants a strategist. And his palace wasn’t what I was expecting. It's a web of secrets, and each wife is a thread. My new mission? Learn their strengths. Unravel the conspiracies choking this kingdom. And maybe, just maybe, fall desperately in love with the sword-dancer whose smile is sharper than her blade.

They thought they could trap a wild thing. Big mistake. I don’t just break cages. I take them over.

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

Five years of marriage, and he never once looked at me with love. He called me a gold digger. He forced me to take birth control. And on our last night together, he moaned another woman's name in my ear.
I left with nothing but my dignity—and a secret I didn't even know I was carrying.
Six years later, I'm back. Not as the doormat wife he discarded, but as an award-winning scientist with a five-year-old son and a powerful family behind me. He's still engaged to his precious first love. And neither of them knows that the little boy calling me "Mommy" has his eyes.
He wants me back. He says he regrets everything.
But regret doesn't undo the past. And this time, I'm playing by my own rules.

I had just arrived abroad for a legal conference when my best friend sent me a video.
An unfamiliar woman was chatting while pushing Dexter’s mother, Jenny, around the neighborhood, claiming to be Dexter’s wife.
My hand, holding the phone, froze.
If she’s Dexter’s wife… then who am I?
I immediately called my husband and asked,
“Did you change family doctors?”
He paused for a second, then replied with a laugh, “Yes. Mom didn’t like the old one, so we switched. I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet. Why do you ask?”
I forced a casual chuckle. “No reason. I just missed you.”
After hanging up, I rushed home overnight.

When her twin sister runs away on her wedding day, Elinra Cyrus is forced to take her place, to marry the cursed Alpha of the Zarek Pack. But the ceremony goes horribly wrong, binding her not to one… but three powerful hybrid Alphas.

Trapped in a cold land ruled by secrets and moonlight, Elinra must navigate deadly passion, betrayal, and a curse born from forbidden love. As desire and danger intertwine, she discovers that one of the Alphas, the ruthless Kaelrix, might be her true mate… and the key to breaking the curse.

But when betrayal comes from the people she loves most, Elinra must decide, surrender to fate, or rise against it and rewrite her destiny.

When Delia finds out she’s pregnant she’s so excited but her world is shattered when she finds out her husband’s having an affair with his secretary who also claims to be pregnant. Delia demands a divorce and leaves before Thomas can stop her.