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Five years ago, a single night ruined everything.

Amelia Hart agreed to a marriage contract she never wanted, forced to become the secret wife of cold, ruthless billionaire CEO Adrian Knight. The marriage was meant to protect her family, nothing more. No one was allowed to know her name, her face, or her connection to him. She was hidden, silenced, and eventually sent away with a signed divorce she never asked for.

Adrian thought he had buried that part of his life. He built his empire bigger, harder, and colder, convincing himself that the woman he married meant nothing.

Until she returns.

This time not as his contract bride, but as the brilliant new strategist hired into his company—walking into his boardroom with confidence, beauty, and a calm strength that shakes him to the core. Adrian recognizes her instantly. Amelia pretends she does not know him at all.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.

Rumors spread. Old emotions rise. And Adrian discovers the truth he never expected: the night he sent her away, she didn’t leave alone.

She left pregnant.

Now Amelia will protect her child at any cost. Adrian will fight for the family he never knew he had. And both of them must face the bond they tried so hard to destroy.

She was young, pretty and innocent.. That's what attracted me to her like a bee towards flower.. I wanted to tame her innocence and make her mine.. So i joined her college as a professor even after me being the Mafia King.. I had everything planned but what i never planned was to fall in love with that young beauty.. But bringing her into my dark world is not something safe but I am too selfish to let her go.. She is mine.. I can't imagine her with anyone else other than me thus she is bound with me forever..

Liya Andrew lies in a dilemma where she has to get married to an arrogant billionaire to save her family business from bankrupt or run away with her fiance and get married to him.
But with her family in distress, she has to
sacrifice herself to save her family business from crashing.

Liya's parents signed their daughter off to Jude Sebastian, a well-known billionaire who has a clean good image not knowing they were selling their daughter off to a monster.

Liya's new home became hell for her, she was used for their selfish interest.

Tired of being used and maltreated, Liya started digging into her new family shocked to discover a lot of dirty secrets the Sebastian family was hiding.

The Sebastians decided to get rid of Liya for knowing too much, will their plan work?

Lots of dramas and battles as Liya kept her feet against the most powerful conglomerate family.

Will this small woman win against them?

Liya found out the Sebastians were involved in her family business crash, now she lost the love of her life to a monster.

Liya wants revenge but she got pregnant for Jude.

Will she let go for the sake of her unborn child? Or will she carry on with her revenge?

Let's found out!

She felt his hands suddenly move up her thighs before resting on her hips.
Her breath hitched as he leaned forward, bringing his lips dangerously close to hers, his hot breath fanning her face. She shivered. "What are you doing?" Her voice came out as a whisper.
"What does it look like?" He retorted, nonchalant as usual.

Anabelle Sanchez Martinez  was known for her beauty and stubbornness as the heir of the Sanchez Group and the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez. She thought she had it all, that her fate was in the palm of her hands. But an unexpected turn of events changed her life overnight. The life she thought she knew. She didn't expect to be sold to a handsome, ruthless man whom the world feared. But unknown to Anabelle, she wasn't just sold off, but stuck in between a game of deceit, destruction, power-thussle, desire, and bloodshed. Will the stubborn young heiress, who knew nothing but her luxurious world, be able to navigate this world of doom?
This new reality?

Emily Sinclair has one thought in mind, to kill the man that made her suffer, Alpha Kane, but she misses her streak when she is being hunted down by him and she runs into Alpha Cole's lair.
Cole agrees to save her in one condition, that she thanks him. Emily doesn't have the chance to do so because she loses her memory, and under Alpha Cole's guidance, he twists her life with lies.
When she finds out about the one secret he hides from her, will she be able to forgive him? or will the fleeting emotions that has been building in her be enough to make her forget her dark past.

A flashing light, though blind, is present here in my front. Inside those lights are memories. Memories that cannot be seen in the past, but the memories will indeed happen in the future. All these lights have something in common, and they show a premonition of how I will die in the future.

Should I avoid that death? or take the risk? To know the person behind my death: a repeated life but different outcomes. One thing is for sure that this power is a curse. A journey to repeated deaths starts right now.

Mackenzie Foster's life couldn't get any more boring, and sad, and depressing. And although she wished for a life of thrill she didn't think it'd come through.

Poor Ms Foster witnessed a mafia execution she was never meant to see. Instead of a bullet to shut her up, she was given a choice by the culprit, whom unfortunately, she recognized as the psychopath of the Kuznetsov family. Nikolai Kuznetsov, the most feared underboss in Chicago to either die or sign her life over to him.

Now she's his newest possession, his “personal assistant”, and the one woman whose boring way of life fascinates him.

Aurora's life is a daily battle against the shadows of her parents' addiction. Determined to protect her younger brother, Sol, from the chaos surrounding them, she finds herself forced to shoulder responsibilities beyond her years. As she struggles to find employment and escape the dangerous debts haunting her family, a tragic event shatters her existence devastatingly. Desperate for a solution, Aurora seeks help through an ancient ritual promising answers. But what she invokes is not a benevolent deity; it's a demon prince, thirsting for power and obsessed with her. The pact she makes to save her family triggers a series of events that threaten to consume not only her soul but everything she loves.

"Ah, but it's the fire in you that attracts me most, Aurora. If you want to play with fire, I'm more than willing to burn alongside you.'"

Betrayed by the one she called her mate, and sister, Bella was humiliated and thrown from the pack. She vowed to take revenge on those who hurt her. When Alpha Arthur found her bleeding and left for dead by the side of the road, he healed her and took her to his pack.After rejecting Bella, he regretted it very much. When he met Bella again, there was Arthur by her side.

"My son hasn't spoken in two years. Why did he speak to you?"
Ivy touched her scarred cheek and looked down. "I don't know, Alpha. I just... felt his pain."
​Twenty women tried to tame the Alpha's feral son. Only Ivy succeeded. With no memory of who she is, Ivy accepts the job as a nanny for the Crescent Pack. She ignores the hateful glares of the Alpha's fiancée and the cold suspicion of his mother. All she cares about is little Liam.
​But secrets don't stay buried forever. As Ivy’s memories begin to return with sparks of blue electricity, a deadly trap is set.
Accused of theft and exiled by the very man she was starting to love, Ivy is left to die.
When Alpha Leo finally learns the truth—that he just banished his true mate and his son’s real mother—the hunter becomes the desperate protector.
The chase is on.

Your ex, the one who took everything from you, announces at the ball that you're going to marry him... and tries to force you to agree. 😤 You shut him down hard. But then he sees the kiss mark on your neck and demands to know who did it. His rival, the famous playboy, the world’s richest billionaire pulls you close and says... 'Me.'

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

I'm now walking towards the deepest part of the forest, my heart beating so fast, the place so silent and spooky.
"Are you sure about this Isabella?" Yvonne asked, her voice trembling in fear.
"I'm sure myself, but I just want to be far away from those bullies in school" I said with sigh.
I sighted a cave, it was calling out to me, I want to run away, but the cafe intrigued me in a way I can't understand.
I found myself walking further, then I turned around, but to my surprise Yvonne was no longer there.
But yet, I was curious, so I continued walking further in.
My heartbeat accelerated, when my eyes landed on a very scary creature lurking in the darkness, but it said word that lingers into the debts of my memory.
'mate'
Meet the intriguing story of Isabella, she was known to be very skinny and ugly, no one wanted to be her friend in school,then there was a faithful day she was bullied that was the day everything about her life changed.
The very day she decided to explore the forest, not knowing that was a beginning of something mysterious and delirious.

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

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

I'm alive.

When I jolted awake to see March 15th on my phone, I could barely believe it—I should have been dead since August 18th! Marcus, my Alpha husband, had murdered pregnant me with his own hands for his "childhood sweetheart" Freya's fake death.

Reborn to the night it all began, I heard the familiar pleading downstairs: "Please, Alpha Marcus! My daughter is dying!"

This time, when Marcus fed me that lie about "special wolf poison" to trick me into breaking our mate bond, I smiled and agreed.

Bryan and I had been together for a year.

He was gentle, thoughtful. I had no reason not to trust him.

Until the night the typhoon hit.

He called. He said he, his mother, and his brother's family were outside my door, soaking wet. They just needed somewhere to stay for the night.

I walked to the door.

My hand reached for the doorknob.

That's when I saw her in the hallway mirror.

My future self.

Covered in blood. Clothes shredded.

She was screaming at me. "Don't open the door! They'll kill you!"

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

I was nine months pregnant, soaking in the tub, when an anonymous email popped up.
The first attachment was my husband’s medical report. [Severe Azoospermia. 100% Sterile.]
I touched my swollen belly. If Arthur was sterile, whose baby was this?
The second attachment was a news article. [Billionaire's Pregnant Wife Drowns in Master Bath.]
The publication date was tomorrow morning. I thought it was a sick prank.
Then, the bathroom door opened. My husband stood there, loosening his tie.
"You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, my husband Nathan audaciously discussed the name of the child his mistress Victoria was carrying, speaking in Spanish right in front of me.
They presumed I could not understand. Yet, not only did I comprehend every word, but I had also long ago uncovered evidence of their affair—including those passionate videos filmed in his car...
But when I vanished completely, he went into a frenzy.
When the news of the 'plane crash' broke, he spent fifty million dollars, deploying twelve rescue helicopters to search relentlessly through the storm for seven days and nights.
When the rescue team informed him that 'there were no survivors,' this once indomitable man knelt on the deck, weeping inconsolably like a child who has lost his mother.
Little did he know, there was no trace of me on that 'lost' plane.
And now, it was my turn to make him experience the true meaning of loss.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

On our fifth anniversary, my Mafia Don husband kissed my cheek, then switched to Corsican to tell our adopted daughter how much he enjoyed getting her pregnant piece by piece.

He didn't know I spoke seven languages. Corsican included.

He didn't know that in three days, I would vanish — no body, no trail, no goodbye.

When I disappeared, he lost his mind.

Now it was my turn to teach him what losing someone really meant.

I thought I had the perfect life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one knew I was an addict.
Not to alcohol, not to drugs, but to the rawest, dirtiest kind of union.
To keep up the facade of this respectable job, to stop myself from turning into some desperate, heat-crazed stray begging for a man’s touch on the street, I had to swallow those little blue pills every day.
Until that damn blizzard trapped me with thirty hockey players reeking of sweat and testosterone, and my pills—gone.

I am a Kitsune exiled from the East. Every twenty years, I must consume a soul soaked in pure sin to grow a new tail and survive.
With only ten days left to live, I was desperate. Then I met Julian. He gently paid off my crushing debts with a smile so warm, I almost thought I’d met an angel.
Until he leaned in close. Beneath his expensive woodsy cologne, I caught the heavy, undeniable stench of fresh women's blood.
I lowered my head, hiding the sudden thrill in my eyes.
I had finally found my monster.

This was the 99th time Sabrina stood me up for our wedding appointment.
Just as I was leaving, I got a text from that new male student of hers—attached was a photo of him shirtless, wrapped around her sleeping form with a caption that screamed pure provocation:
[If you really loved her, you wouldn't trap her with marriage. Can't you see she doesn't want this?]
When she finally picked up my call, her tone was beyond annoyed.
"Colin's having a meltdown over mixing the wrong colors, and if this piece gets ruined, it's on you. A marriage certificate is just a piece of paper—we'll do it another time."
She had no idea that, thanks to Colin "accidentally" spilling that cheap turpentine, my severe asthma was raging. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass dipped in blood.
And that "another time" she mentioned? It was never going to happen.
After hanging up, I calmly tossed the wedding ring I'd bought for her.
Then I turned and took the groom's suit from the senior who'd had a crush on me for seven years.

I'm the only daughter of a mafia leader. I married Marco, an outsider, against my father's wishes.

Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.

But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.

I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.

Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."

He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.

Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.

My due date is this week.

Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.

But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.

And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"

The tour bus hung precariously over the cliff's edge, smoke billowing from its engine. Inside, two pregnant women were trapped.

"Captain Walker, both pregnant women are in critical condition. Who do we save first?"

I had been pierced by a steel rod through my abdomen, my water had broken, and I was screaming desperately at my husband:

"Ryan Walker! My water broke! The baby's dying!"

On the other side, his first love Stella clutched her chest, her face deathly pale:

"Ryan, I'm having a heart attack! Save me!"

The man in the firefighter uniform charged toward Stella's side without hesitation.

"Captain, your wife's position is easier to reach!" team member Mike shouted.

"SHUT UP! Follow orders!"

He rushed to Stella without looking back, leaving behind one sentence:

"She won't die. I'm her husband, I take full responsibility."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My husband sent me to a clinic to erase my "attachment distress" toward him and our daughter.

He said I was too obsessive, too clingy, that my love was suffocating him. So the day I found he'd booked three tickets to Zurich—one for himself, one for our daughter, one for another woman—I signed the consent form.

He said the treatment was temporary. That once I was "better," we'd still be a family.

Three months later, I walked out of that clinic. I remembered the white roses at our wedding. I remembered sitting up all night with our daughter when she had a fever. I remembered every time he'd told me he loved me. All those memories were still there, as clear as if they'd happened yesterday.

But when he stood before me holding flowers, eyes red, asking why I wouldn't fight anymore, why I wouldn't cry, why I didn't love him anymore—I could only tell him calmly:

I remember loving you.

That feeling, though? It's really gone.

He thought he was erasing my pain. He had no idea what he'd actually erased.

Look, I'd heard the rumors: Skyward International's flight attendants? You never see 'em anywhere but the airport. Not once. Kinda spooky, but my coworker drops this smirk—"First time? You'll get it"—and I'm boarding Flight 6108, heart pounding.

This chief stewardess, Tiffany? Stunning. Locks eyes, buckles me in, perfume hits like a drug. Later, service cart rolls up. "Airsick? C'mon." Door shuts in the crew lounge. Boom—she's on her knees. "Relaxation service." Zipper down, wipes me clean, then swallows my cock whole. Balls-deep, tongue on my sack, cheeks sucking vacuum. "Big one," she whispers, eyes pleading like she needs my okay.

I got paid to test-sleep an heiress's fiancé.
One problem: he's my boss.
Bigger problem: I've been catfishing him online for six months—as his fiancée.
Now I'm pregnant. And he just called my real name.

When the deputy police chief is found dead in Innsmouth Harbor—naked, bearing a strange symbol, and arranged like a ritual sacrifice—Detective [Name] sees only a staged deception.
The victim’s wife seems too perfect, and his mistress is too eager to confess. Buried records reveal seven ignored distress calls.
Then, the autopsy reveals that the symbol was carved by two people.
Now, the wife’s gentle mask shatters.
The tide pulls back to reveal what’s been hidden all along.

Sophia Johnson, a dedicated reporter, finds herself entangled in a passionate and complex love triangle. It all begins at an ex-CEO's retirement party, where she encounters Harry Stone, the irresistible billionaire heir and CEO of the company. What starts as a magnetic attraction soon evolves into a risky proposal.

Desperate to hold onto his CEO position, Harry suggests an audacious plan to Sophia: she should pretend to be his fiancée for five months, and in return, he offers her a substantial financial reward. Sophia, burdened by crushing student loan debts and the financial struggles of her family, reluctantly agrees. What she doesn't anticipate is the emotional rollercoaster this contract engagement will become.

As the charade unfolds, Sophia falls deeply in love with Harry, only to have her heart shattered when he ends their arrangement to pursue what he believes is his ideal partner. Despite being compensated for her role, Sophia carries a heart-wrenching secret—one she only discovers months after leaving the company: she is carrying Harry's child. The tumultuous nature of their contract engagement makes her hesitant to return to him.

Amid a whirlwind of love, desire, secrets, and betrayal, Sophia grapples with her feelings and the life-changing consequences of her decisions. Will Harry ever come to realize he has a child with Sophia, and will Sophia emerge from this web of deceit and passion with her heart and future intact?

She just wanted to start over.

After a childhood marked by trauma and invisible scars, Isabella Monteiro decided to live in silence, hiding her pain behind a charming smile.

But fate has never been kind.

Caught between two completely opposite worlds, Isabella finds herself at the center of a war for her heart.

On one side, Alexander Carter, the perfect CEO—sophisticated, polite, a man who seems to have stepped out of a dream. He protects her, respects her, and awakens in her the feeling of finally being safe.

On the other, Dante Navarro, a dangerous drug dealer with a gaze that can burn to the soul. Brutal, intense, and with an obsession that can destroy her... or free her.

Between Alexander's heaven and Dante's shadows, Isabella will discover that love can be her salvation... or her ruin.

"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."

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my Alpha husband missed the candlelit dinner for the seventh time.
He rushed off to rescue an Omega surrounded by vampires, leaving me alone in the villa.
That same night, a jarring photo spread through the pack.
Damien, covered in blood, held Rose tightly in his arms, his lips pressed against her forehead.
Everyone was waiting for me to be jealous, to rage.
But I didn’t scream or argue like I used to.
Instead, I poured out his favorite champagne, closed my eyes calmly, and prayed to the Moon Goddess.
“You once said I have a destined mate.”
“If he will make me strong and free me from this wretched marriage, let him come for me in seven days.”

(DAILY UPDATING)
Adriana is the forgotten daughter of the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. Her father barely acknowledges her, her sister despises her, and the mate she loved for five years chose power over her—by sleeping with that very sister.

But Adriana has a secret.

A rare white wolf. A power she’s been forced to hide.

When she unexpectedly crosses paths with the Lycan King, she doesn’t know he is her father’s greatest enemy… or her second-chance mate.

Elijah never planned to bond again. Betrayed once and now raising a silent son alone, he has no interest in love. But there’s something different about Adriana. Something powerful. Something his wolf refuses to ignore.

As tension between wolves and lycans rises, secrets begin to unravel and claiming her may mean starting a war.

This time, Adriana won’t be the weak daughter they overlooked.

The Queen of Blades, Rika dies, hoping for a better life for the remaining survivers leaving a ruined world and she regrets not living a long happy and full life before her death. She awakes as a newborn in a strange but peaceful environment, in the same world of the novel Dreaming Kiss. Rika is reborn as Ulrika Vincent and realizes that she's got a scumbag of a Prince to cut out of her new life. And she wants to save her favorite character, Grand Duke Aric Solheim and what better way to do that than have a one night stand with him and get pregnant by him!

In an elite suburb of New York City, girls are dying. That doesn’t happen in Greenvale, with its immaculate lawns, exclusive yacht clubs and multi-million dollar mansions. But behind its perfect façade, its trimmed hedges and luxury cars, a darkness lies. Girls, dependent on Adderall, outmaneuver each other to get into top colleges, while the mothers’ need to live vicariously only makes it worse. Bella DeFranco is one of the Bronx’s top SVU detectives. At only 37, she disarms everyone with her stunning good looks, yet she is as tough as most men—and a lot smarter, too. Yet when is summoned to Greenvale, she finds herself getting lost in a case that even she can’t comprehend. She stumbles into a land of secrets, a place where husbands hide their pasts from their wives, where friends are not what they seem, and where no one wants to know too much. As she digs deeper into layers of suburban dysfunction, she comes to learn that, behind all the fake smiles, there is a subtle violence--rivaling even her crime-ridden streets of the Bronx. With a killer on the loose, time running out, and a new partner who never recovered from his washed-up alcoholic days, the odds are stacked against Bella. She is determined, though, to save these girls, whatever the cost. Yet as she gets close, the depth of psychosis she discovers shocks even her….

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement with an Alpha I'd never met face-to-face. Pushing open the jewelry store door, I found my fiancé Kane spoiling his childhood sweetheart Briar, who was trying to snatch my mother’s ring. "Security! Get this stray out of here!" Briar screamed, pointing at me. When I revealed my identity, Kane sneered coldly: "What bullshit pact? I would never marry a woman like you." Briar snatched the ring and threw water at my face: "Kneel down and beg me to give it back!" When I fought back, Kane exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!" Four warriors pinned me down as Briar laughed cruelly: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!" They stepped on my hand while Kane watched coldly, even urging her on: "Hurry up, let her learn her lesson." Just as she was about to chop off my finger with a knife, the door suddenly burst open—"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?"

I was the most revered pureblood Light heir.

In my past life, I married the Supreme Holy Knight, Arthur, only to give birth to an Ash-blood cub—the lowest of all.

In a rage, he incinerated my baby alive. He then dragged my bleeding, postpartum body into a saltwater dungeon to drain my magic, leaving me to be devoured by venomous insects.

Meanwhile, my lowly Ash-blood sister miraculously birthed a Light-blood cub. Stepping on my corpse, she became the realm's new ruler.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our Mate-Selection Ceremony. Arthur publicly rejected me and chose my sister.

Seeing his smug, calculating smirk, I knew immediately: he had been reborn, too.

But how could a parasitic knight, who survived entirely by draining his wife's magic to fake a holy bloodline, ever father a supreme dragon?

I severed our Mate Bond with my own hands.

In that moment, I lay unconscious, bleeding under the silvery moonlight, while he knelt some distance away, clutching his chest as if he had been hollowed out.

Once, he shielded me from nine silver stakes, only to crown another woman; he placed my protective pendant around her neck, then cast me into a water prison. He professed, “I love only you,” yet stood outside my hospital room, nursing her child as if it were his own.

I loathed him, resolved to leave.

I believed this was the end.

Little did I know, as I thought I had finally gained my freedom, he would chase after the debts of blood and regret, intruding upon the new life I was rebuilding—

To redeem a love that no longer sought redemption.

My wife had an affair.
Not only that, she casually indulged her lover over the phone, allowing him to crush the bones of my right hand, known as the "Hand of God," right in front of our six-year-old child, with a stomp of his shoe. I could never hold a tool again.
Natalie thought I was just a poor, pathetic loser earning a dead-end salary, so she brazenly let her gigolo trample all over me.
But what she had no idea of was that her proud identity as a transnational female CEO was merely a toy casually tossed to her by the top old-money family I belong to in New York.
When dozens of bulletproof armored vehicles smashed through the gates and my father, the patriarch, descended like the god of death, her arrogant self finally crumbled like a stray dog.
She screamed and jumped into the icy, bone-chilling lake to retrieve the diamond ring I had discarded, wailing and begging to chop off her own hand to compensate me.
But I just held the stunning British Duchess in my arms, watching coldly as she fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.
This love, tainted with shit, whoever wants it can have it!

In my previous life, my assistant—whom I treated like a little sister—personally handed me a cup of poisoned honey lemon water that destroyed my career.

The man I loved with all my heart ran off with every penny I had.

I died like a stray dog on the streets, with no one to claim my body.

Meanwhile, those two backstabbers took my money, sang my songs, and basked in the spotlight while thousands of fans cheered them on.

I died with so much resentment in my heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at that exact moment—when my assistant was handing me that poisoned honey lemon water.

This time, I was determined to make them pay the price!

She felt good—better than Zander Stanton remembered, and he had a damn good memory when it came to this woman. But his hatred was more pronounced than the little voice in his head telling him to give her what she wanted—his love.
But Elvie had never been the one for Zander. He loathed her. He hated her family for arranging a marriage he never wanted.
Yet she had no choice, and a day hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t replayed memories of the man who’d captured her heart without trying. Here she was, just as stupid as she remembered. "I—I'll take a shower, and I'll be b-back." She muttered and left his room immediately.
This was her goodbye; tonight, Zander would be hers. And she would set him free forever.
Five years later, with amnesia and a missing four-year-old daughter, could fate play her again, or was she willing to quench his desperate thirst for her love?

In the glimmering city of New York, where dreams are born and fortunes are made, an unexpected twist of fate brings together two individuals from vastly different worlds.

Leah Knight, a spirited and resilient young woman, finds herself on the verge of despair as her financial struggles intensify. Despite her unwavering determination to make ends meet, circumstances force her into an unimaginable situation.
Through a series of extraordinary events, she crosses paths with an enigmatic and formidable billionaire with a reputation as cold and ruthless as the city itself.

Xavier Kings, haunted by a troubled past, lives his life behind a facade of unyielding control and detachment. His heart was guarded by walls of steel.
When Leah unexpectedly enters his world, he sees an opportunity to further his own ambitions while satisfying his primal desires.

Driven by his inscrutable motives, Xavier presents Leah with a proposition that could change her life forever. In exchange for a marriage of convenience, one that would grant her financial security, she must agree to never fall in love with him. With her back against the wall and no other choice, Leah reluctantly accepts the deal, unaware of the tumultuous journey that awaits her.

Will she meet the end of the deal or will she fall into his trap of being used and discarded?

"It's the night before you and Taylor's wedding, and you expect me to go to his bachelor party, break in - of course carefully - and make sure he doesn't have sex with a stripper?"
"Yes."
"You are crazy!"
Yes, Mary thought her best friend Amaya Peterson was really crazy, which actually showed that Amaya Peterson had no confidence in the man she was about to marry!
In fact, even Amaya Peterson didn't understand why she should marry a man who was going to cheat on her on the eve of the wedding? Why marry a man who didn't love her enough and couldn't even please her?
She had no choice but to push herself into a completely unknown fate!

He was once the most feared man alive—a legendary assassin, ex-navy, and underground kingpin. Betrayed by those he trusted most, he died a villain’s death… only to wake up as a plus-size mother of three, a doting wife, and an aspiring writer with a fridge addiction. Revenge might be on her mind, but how can she plot payback when wrangling toddlers and waddling through suburbia is already a full-time battle? Follow the hilarious and chaotic life of a former badass turned vengeful supermom in this action-packed comedy of second chances, sass, and snacks.