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Love turned into hatred, and now shes out for revenge.

Losing her son will lead her to revenge.

Iris Lou Ephraim is a humble woman who has never given up in a fight, but what if fate is her opponent? Will she still fight?

She did nothing but love the man he adores, so why is fate punishing her?

Don't think of her as a saint; she isn't. She is not easily thrown to the ground. She has the ability to kill you in an instant. Her outward appearance is that of an angel, but she is the devil on the inside.

HATRED

VENGEANCE, Is within Her.

Let us investigate the mysterious life of Iris Lou Clifford, a woman full of mysteries.

In a world where humans and supernatural beings coexist, a marriage to a man whom Amy doesn't love is her only chance to save her life.
Amy, a young human, sees her life turned upside down when she discovers she is the daughter of the most powerful vampire in the world, a revelation that puts her in a web of intrigues and threats.
Desperate to protect her from her father and other dangers lurking in their world, Aaron, a noble and respected vampire, proposes a marriage of convenience. Initially reluctant, Amy accepts the offer, not only for protection but also for a chance to escape her oppressive father's grasp.
As the relationship between Amy and Aaron develops, she discovers that behind the facade of coldness and control, there lies a man with a kind and dedicated heart. Gradually, Amy finds herself falling in love with him, overcoming the barriers that separate their worlds, and finding comfort and love in the arms of her vampire husband.
Their marriage was supposed to be merely a protection alliance, but passion and desire between them continue to blossom.
However, Amy's father won't give up easily, launching a desperate search to find his daughter and bring her back under his dominion. As they face increasingly greater threats, Amy and Aaron are forced to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
Amidst revealed secrets and battles fought, the love story between Amy and Aaron becomes an epic saga of sacrifice, courage, and redemption.
As they struggle against the adversities surrounding them, they discover that together they are stronger, and that true love is capable of overcoming even the most difficult obstacles.

Clara, a beautiful girl with so many dreams and ambitions, was forced to marry a guy who was supposed to be her brother-in-law. How can she accept this truth and move on in her life especially when she has no interest to get involved in this marriage or love? All she wanted was to get independent and leave her father.

Alex on the other hand, neither believes in marriage nor love. For him, it's just a meeting where he is supposed to answer them with 'I do' and it will be over. That's what he thought. But will he be able to stay unaffected if that bundle of surprises crashes down in his life unexpectedly?

Poles apart but they are on the same side when it comes to attitude.

The story doesn't even begin here when Sandy Williams gets into the picture to spoil everything Alex is having today. And Clara is his first target.

Rose Fernandez who was broken once completely by Sandy, is now at the edge when he comes back to their life.

A story of revenge that was filled with love. A story of love to have a beautiful revenge. Either way, they are destined for each other.

Come home to Rivers End and fall in love with this heartwarming, contemporary small town romance novella. When Jenna Murphy escaped to Isaac MacAllister’s Big River Lodge last winter, she was the Christmas gift he didn’t know he needed. Now, she’s moved to Rivers End for good, and he and his six-year-old daughter, Sara, couldn’t be happier. Isaac knows what he wants. But he can’t seem to find the perfect moment to pop the question.Jenna has been in Rivers End for several months, and her web design business is thriving. But she’s been too wrapped up in Isaac to even unpack her apartment. When his ex rolls into town after five years, she brings a sports carload of unfinished business with her. Sidelined by the drama, Jenna knows she should strike out on her own. But how can she, when all she wants is to be a part of Isaac and Sara’s life? ***  Author’s note: This is the Happily-Ever-After for Jenna and Isaac who are introduced in SILVER BELLS (you can grab that one for free!). It can be read as a standalone, or you can enjoy it with the rest of the MacAllisters of Rivers End romance series. Silver Bells (Jenna+Isaac, Beginnings) Tipsy (Shannon+Lucas) Reindeer Games (Ginger+Eli) Wedding Bells (Jenna+Isaac, HEA) Elfed (Lindsay+Noah)

Mirella Throne has never been the favorite. Not at home, where her parents constantly compare her to her perfect sister, Celestine, and not at school, where her curvier body and sharp tongue make her an easy target. But Mirella isn’t the type to stay down. If no one wants her, she’ll build her own empire—and she does, starting with a secret group of outcasts called the Legion.

Then there’s Kaelen Durov: the golden boy of St. Augustine’s Academy, heir to one of the most feared mafia families in the country. He’s rich, ruthless, and everything Mirella claims to despise. Their paths should never cross, but when he discovers her little empire, he doesn’t destroy it—he tests her. And that’s when the war between them begins.

Enemies, allies, rivals—Mirella and Kaelen are all of it at once. Their connection is electric but dangerous, pulling them into battles of power, loyalty, and desire. The deeper Mirella climbs, the more enemies she makes: a jealous sister, a traitor in her ranks, and even her own parents, who would rather ruin her than see her rise.

It’s messy. It’s toxic. It’s addictive.
And in the end, Mirella has to decide if she’ll stop at survival… or burn the whole world down just to be seen.

It all started with Lucy's ridiculous scheme to force Sarah to date a man she did not know. In the end, the wealthy Rayen Hartawan managed to imprison the beautiful girl in his life.

Sarah has no other choice but to marry Rayen. The fairytale wedding he had been longing for came to an end when Rayen asked him to keep it a secret.

Rayen chains Sarah with his wealth. But as a husband, Rayen shuts the door to Sarah's heart, so that is not truly what she wants. Sarah genuinely desires love. She finds it difficult to understand even Rayen's changing personality I am not sure what kind of trauma he is experienced.

He claims Rayen is a very mysterious individual.

Sarah was unaware that Rayen was proposing to her with the intention of making her his wife.

As time passes, Sarah eventually learns that all of Rayen's secrets have been revealed.

Sarah and her husband are currently in danger of divorcing. He was inside with disappointment.

Sarah's situation is extremely challenging since, despite her shattered heart, she must always remain by Rayen's side. Additionally, she recently learned of a new fact that has further deepened her pain.

This stunning woman has become enmeshed in the mystery-filled life of Rayen the Billionaire.

Is there a chance that Rayen and Sarah are in love?

Is Rayen keeping something from Sarah?

Is Sarah able to get away from Rayen?

Why is Rayen getting married to Sarah?

Would you dare to marry a stranger you've only known for one day?
Well, I did!
After the wedding, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that this man is actually a hidden billionaire!
Not only is he incredibly wealthy, but he also treats me exceptionally well. I have found my happiness...

Diya is a great, bold, and adventurous journalist. She is known for bringing out the darkest secrets of the high profile people. But, none knows about the darkest secret of her life.
Shourya is a sincere, emotionless, brave, and honest cop. He is a terror in the hearts of the criminals. His duty is everything to him, and love, relationships, and family are trash to him.
Unexpectedly, Diya and Shourya were trapped in a marriage by the Central Home Minister, an enemy to both of them. Shourya doesn't know about the darkest secret of Diya's life. After a long time, Diya's trials to win Shourya's love became successful. But before they get closer, her darkest secret comes out, ruining Shourya and his family's reputation. And her secret is also connected with his past, which none of them knows it.
What is Diya's past, and how is it related to Shourya? Is he going to forgive her for hiding such a big secret from him? Does he accept her after knowing her secret? Inspite of politics and many conspiracies, is it possible for Diya and Shourya to chase the happiness and love they craved?

A wedding night that was supposed to be memorable for a couple turned to a sorrowful night.

Melody and franklin were happy to be married and on the night of their wedding, a terrible event occurs which leads to their separation.

Now, five years later they met again and this time franklin is now Giovanni, a ruthless billionaire who doesn't give a damn about other people's feelings. The shocking fact is that Giovanni has no memory of what happened five years ago and the first time they met, Giovanni couldn't recognize melody.

What happened on the wedding night that's lead to their separation? What happened in the past?
How come Giovanni didn't recognize melody?

Find out in this story.

Harper spent ten years as Joel's perfect girlfriend... until he dumped her to boost his brand. Now Joel's getting married, and Harper's crashing his wedding on the arm of Crew Lawson, the one player Joel hates most. It's supposed to be fake: three months of PR revenge. But Crew's hiding a dangerous addiction, Harper's hiding real feelings, and Joel's hiding the truth about why he really left. Some fake relationships burn too hot to stay pretending.

On my wedding night, I was drugged and betrayed by the very
people who were supposed to protect me. And then, I fell into
the arms of a stranger, unconscious yet f
eeling every single
sigh.
Three years later, I'm a nanny trying to rebuild my life, only to discover that my new boss, who is rarely at home, is the same billionaire from that night. The man whose face no one has seen, but whose name never leaves the lips of the public.
And the little girl he is raising? She is the baby I was told had died.

In the future, men are forced to bend to the will of women in order to pay for their crimes of the past.
Can one short conversation with a man change Rain's world forever?
After the Third World War, women seized the opportunity to overcome the surviving men, creating a new nation in part of what used to be the United States ruled by the Motherhood. From that day forward, all women are raised never to question the new order of things where women have all the power and men are used and discarded like animals.

Rain knows in the back of her mind that this way is wrong, but she’s been indoctrinated to believe questioning the Mothers is unheard of. All of that changes one afternoon when she’s fulfilling her duties in the Insemination Ward and speaks to one of the men face-to-face for the first time. Their conversation is brief, but Rain’s life will be changed forever.

Now that Rain is aware that the Motherhood isn’t all it appears to be, she’s drawn into a circle of women who want change and are willing to sacrifice everything to overthrow the Motherhood, free the men, and create a world where everyone is appreciated and valued, regardless of gender.

The road ahead is full of danger, and with every step, new questions and possibilities are presented to Rain. Will she join the rebellion and work to set men free—or will she continue to be a part of the all-powerful Motherhood?

To marry Vincent Romano, I survived twenty-eight near-death experiences over five years.
The first: city hall's foundation collapsed — three broken ribs. The second: a truck rollover — my right leg nearly amputated. The twenty-seventh: a chandelier in the bridal shop, three days unconscious.
All of Seren City laughed at me. Romano's most cursed bride-to-be. Yet I loved him still.
Until the twenty-eighth time.
When the bomb detonated outside city hall, I threw myself over Vincent on instinct. The blast shifted my organs and shredded my back. The day my stitches came out, I felt no relief at having survived.
Because I stood outside the study and heard his voice.
"Her organs were badly damaged. She almost actually died." Antonio's horror was audible. "Vincent, you used to treat her so well—"
"People change." A pause, then quieter: "I did want to marry her once. But before Amelia, I had no idea what it meant to truly want someone. I acknowledge the debt — I just can't spend my life repaying it." Another pause. "Father won't agree, and she won't let go easily."
"So." His voice turned to ice. "The only clean way out is to make her give up on her own. As long as Cassandra refuses to break the engagement, the accidents must continue. Until she walks away."

Five years ago, on our wedding day, my fiancée Vivian was in the bridal suite fucking my best man.
Five years later, I returned to New York with my wife—the most powerful Mafia matriarch in Naples. At Atelier Milano, Brandon, the same "best man" who betrayed me, fawned over my custom-tailored suit, groveling to the staff about how desperately he wanted to meet the legendary Mr. Salvatore.
He had no idea...
The man he'd once written off as a pathetic loser was the very person he was now begging to impress.

On our wedding night, my husband confessed that he had been unfaithful with my sister.

In response, I revealed that I had murdered my stepfather.

He laughed and said, "My dear, your story is so convincingly crafted."

It was only when he discovered—

Every detail within the narrative was, indeed, a stark reality.

Including the poison that was now coursing through his veins.

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

" Are you happy now? Are you happy breaking me into pieces? I fell for you, Even though I know I shouldn't have." A sob escaped my lips. I didn't want him to see me this vulnerable but I can't keep it anymore.

'What? I love you Kristen for goodness sake. I was just here because I needed to make things clear"

'When? Where? How?"

'What do you mean?"

'Where is this love you're saying? I can't feel it anymore. When do you love me? When it's convenient for you? How do you even know you love me, I don't even know what love is?" I almost whisper everything I said but I made sure he heard me

He stood there just like he always does. Stands there and just stare at me while I am at my weakest point.

I smiled 'Just....nevermind I said that."

I turn away and he runs his fingers through his hair then I look back. I parted my lips wanting say something but I stop myself afraid that I might regret it later and that I might hurt myself even more.

I shake my head, close my eyes and took a deep breath. When I open my eyes, our eyes met. I gave him a faint smile and turned away.

Clara Emerson never imagined her sister’s wedding would turn her world upside down. She arrives at the grand event, ready to put on a brave face and watch Evelyn marry the man Clara had secretly loved since high school—Daniel Hart. But just minutes before the ceremony, Evelyn is nowhere to be found.

With hundreds of guests waiting and their family’s reputation on the line, Clara’s parents beg her to step into Evelyn’s place. Clara is hesitant, but when Daniel agrees, her heart skips a beat. Is he doing this for the family, or could there be something more?

Marrying her high school crush should feel like a dream come true, but it’s not that simple. Clara finds herself living a life she never planned for—sharing a home and a marriage with a man who might not even want her. As they navigate the unexpected twists of their new reality, Clara begins to wonder: Is this just a mistake, or could it be her second chance at love?

Mara Vale knew how to save ruined things.

Rotten silk. Smoke-stained lace. Wedding gowns torn by jealous hands or careless lovers. In the old brick shop her mother had left her, Mara could lift a century of dirt from a veil and make every hidden stitch disappear.

But on the night of her own wedding, there was nothing she could save.

Her fiance was in the hotel bridal suite with her stepsister. Her father called her ungrateful when she refused to smile through the betrayal. By midnight, Mara had lost her groom, her family, and the deed to the shop that carried her mother's name.

Then rain drove her into a garage on the wrong side of downtown, where a dangerous young mechanic caught her before she hit the concrete.

Dante Cross smelled like motor oil, wore a dirty white tank under his coveralls, and looked at Mara as if he had been waiting eight years to find her.

Everyone thought he was poor.

Everyone was wrong.

And when Mara's enemies dragged her onto a livestream and called her a thief in front of fifty thousand strangers, the man from the garage stepped between her and the slap meant to break her.

He did not ask permission.

He simply said, "Touch her again, and find out who owns this street."

The red carpet to Adrian Thorne's side was never paved with flowers. It was a killing floor, meticulously designed.
Two years. Nineteen wedding attempts. And every single one ended in blood.
The fifth attempt: brake failure on the bridal car. I spent three months in the ER with a shattered left arm.
The twelfth: botulism at the menu tasting. I had my stomach pumped and nearly asphyxiated on the table.
The eighteenth... that remains my waking nightmare. I fell down a marble staircase polished to a lethal shine, losing the child I never even got to hold.
Everyone called me the "Thorne Curse." For a long time, even I believed it—that bad luck was just etched into my bones.
Time and again, I crawled out of pools of my own blood. I did it for a decade-old promise of repayment. I did it for the man I had loved for ten years.
Then came the nineteenth attempt. A floral arch weighing hundreds of pounds collapsed during our vows, crushing me into the ICU.
Ribs snapped, organs bleeding, I fought for three days just to claw my way back to the living.
But the moment I woke, through the crack in the door, I heard Adrian’s voice.
"Mr. Thorne, that was too close. If Elinor had actually died..."
"I didn't have a choice." Adrian’s tone was so cold it felt foreign. "Her father died saving me. I’m shackled by that debt. But I love Serena. She is the only one I want to marry."
His voice dropped, lethal and precise. "To clear the path for Serena, I don’t care if I have to stage nineteen accidents or ruin Elinor beyond repair. I will do whatever it takes."
Lying there, staring at the map of scars on my body, something inside me finally shattered.
I realized my suffering wasn't a twisted joke of fate. It was a love letter to another woman—his devotion to her, carved into my very skin.
Since his "debt of honor" kept him from kicking me out, I decided to play the villain and cut the cord myself.

Cassian Vane doesn't break.
He wins. He endures. He hides.

Dominic Costello doesn't feel.
He smiles. He teases. He lies.

Years of rivalry and one library night that changes everything.

When Dominic throws a challenge just to make Cassian gold, he uncovers something else. Their bickering turns into something they didn't even realize. Late nights turn into almost-kisses. Almost-kisses turn into something dangerous.

Then Dominic's family destroys him. The smile disappears.

And Cassian realizes how imperfect Dominic's smile actually is.

On our wedding night, James moaned my sister's name while inside me.

I shoved him off in fury. He looked down me with contempt.

"You're just a replacement for Raina. Don't expect too much."

Later, a fake surveillance video pinned Raina's death on me.

I couldn't prove my innocence. James had me thrown into prison.

For three whole years, I endured abuse behind bars.

The day James picked me up, he tore off my clothes and forced himself inside me.

Afterward, he tossed a document at me. "Sign it."

Turns out David—his and Raina's son—had leukemia.

He wanted me to bear a child—only to sacrifice it to save the one he had with Raina?

I couldn't accept it.

A cold smirk crossed his handsome face. "Refuse? Then your mother's medical funding ends now."

"Your only value lies in your womb. Learn to obey."

From then on, he came to my room nightly. There was no tenderness, only brutal taking.

Then fate played its cruelest joke.

I discovered a paternity test—it proved I was David's biological mother.

Which meant... David was my son? Mine and James's?

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

Five years ago, my ex-boyfriend Jason said coldly when he abandoned me: "Charlotte, you're not worthy of my dreams."

Five years later, when I saw him again, he had become Floreton's tech mogul while I remained a simple sculptor. His new fiancée—a wealthy heiress—sneered at my modest attire: "Someone like you can actually afford to book a top-tier wedding venue?"

She stole my venue, crushed my fingers, and forced me to kneel and apologize: "Say you don't belong here!"

Jason stood by watching coldly, just as indifferent as he was on that rainy night five years ago.

I desperately thought this was my fate, until that familiar, furious voice echoed throughout the entire venue:

"What bastard touched my woman!"

My Bradley had arrived.

This time, I would be the one laughing last.

WARNING: THIS IS NOT A SYNOPSIS. IT’S A HINT SPOILER.

This is the Story of FOUR HUGE MEN.
(And let’s be clear—this is NOT a Reverse Harem.)

These guys aren't heroes. They are roles played on four shattered women who didn't see them coming.

4 MEN. 4 SHATTERED WOMEN.

THEY WERE ALL TEMPTED TO RUIN.
COME MEET THEM ALL AND DROP WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT EACH!

He had his face pointing at my pussy, his hands fondling the skin of my thighs as I let out a soft moan.
I could feel hands squeezing my bare breasts and my lips devoured by another.
My body squivered, my hormones kicks as I yanked on the bed moaning in a muffled tone, feeling the man who knelt before my pussy licking my wetness.
This was it, the moment I've been waiting for, to be devoured by my stepbrothers who looked at me like they already own me.


Lena happens to be invited to the palace by her estranged mother only to realize it's a funeral of the supreme alpha.
To worsen it, she happens to meet her boyfriend, Aaron from the past who left her shattered bringing up memories.
To worsen it, they got to realize they are step siblings.
Wanting to leave there quietly, she suddenly gets informed that she's the next alpha king rather than Aaron who has worked all his life for it.
It didn't end there, he had other brothers, dangerous, hot and sexy who sees her as their thing to either ruin or keep.
Coupled with the palace play of power, she's left to either accept this responsibility or drop it for her safety.
But staring at her ex who looked down on her, a bully who mocks her, a mother who never regarded her and five daring brothers who looks at her like they own her, she can't say no.
Will she survive the palace when she suddenly gets kidnapped on her first night?

[Warning: This story contains sexual content, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, and psychological manipulation. It may also include themes of non-consent, emotional abuse, and mature romantic situations. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]

"Do you really think you can defy me and get away unscathed?”
When Elena fails her promotion test at Moonbridge Academy, she turns to Professor Charles for a second chance. But he doesn’t give mercy, he makes her beg on her knees, this is no ordinary teacher. One night changes everything, and Charles becomes dangerously obsessed, showing Elena just how far he will go to have her… even if it means destroying anyone or anything in his way.

I loved Callum Crane for five years. He said I didn't fit. Then he proposed — to my sister.
The same night, his brother called me with the most insane idea I've ever heard: marry him instead. Same day. Same venue. Right across the hall from my ex and my sister's ceremony.
I said yes. Not because I loved Emrys Crane. Because I'd rather set the whole thing on fire than sit in a pew and watch.
Here's the thing about revenge marriages, though. They're supposed to be fake.
Nobody told Emrys.
The man had a wrench set in his truck that only fit my grandmother's machine — bought years before I ever spoke to him. He'd been sneaking looks through my workshop window so often the stone wore down. He fixed my motorcycle three times and never mentioned it. He remembered that I stared at a piece of almond brittle for ten seconds once, and bought it for me weeks later.
Seven years. He'd been in love with me for seven years. Said nothing. Did everything.
And Callum? The man who told me I didn't fit?
He showed up at my orchard with an apology and a folder full of evidence against my sister, begging for a second chance.
I looked him in the eye and said: "Too late. Wrong harvest."
He tried five more times. It only got worse for him.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

Two years ago, my best friend Maddie knelt in front of me, crying as she borrowed $50,000.
The very next day, she vanished off the face of the earth. No explanation, no apology, not even a single text message.
I was left carrying her toxic debt. I lost my fiancé, and I lost my ability to trust anyone.
Until one late night, a call came in from an unknown number originating in an abandoned mining district in West Virginia.
On the other end of the line, Maddie said she was getting married. She had the money ready—every last cent.
The wedding venue was a ruined church deep in the mountains, abandoned for a decade. The time: Friday, midnight.

"...I gave your wedding dress to Elise." Julian said.
"What...Did you say?" I asked, just to be sure I didn't hear wrong.
"Elise," he said again, "I gave her the dress."
"And why would you even do that?" I snapped in anger.
"We've been talking, okay?" He rubbed his temples, trying to explain "She told me she wants her last wish to be getting married before she passes to me. So...I thought this, as the right thing to do."
The words exploded out of me like a volcano.
"How could you do something like this without asking me first? That's my dress, Julian! For our wedding, that's in two days!"


For many years I gave up my dreams and my youth to bring Julian back from the edge of death. We were legally bound in a secret ceremony, waiting for the day he could finally stand beside me at the altar.
But on the day of our wedding, the dress I made for myself was on my stepsister, and the man I called my husband was leading her to the priest.
With nothing left but a broken heart, I made a deal with the one man Julian feared, Sebastian Hale.
He is cold, dangerous, and the most powerful billionaire in the city. He offers me protection, wealth, and revenge, but in his world nothing is free.

This was the thirteenth time I'd tried to earn their love—and my last.
For months, I'd worked myself to exhaustion, five months pregnant, hand-sewing thousands of pearls onto what I'd hoped would become the dress of my dreams.
But moments before the ceremony, my fiancé and his family burst into the bridal suite and tore it off me. They gave it to her—the girl they'd raised, the one they'd always loved more.
They stole my wedding. They stole my groom. And when I collapsed, bleeding, they made sure the ambulance took her instead—all because she'd fainted from the drama.
Watching those sirens fade, I finally understood: I was never the daughter they wanted to save.

That wedding in Rome was the last time I ever saw him as his “stepsister.”
I was the Roxie family’s only daughter. After my father remarried, my mother and I moved into the Corleone estate, and from that day on, Elias became my stepbrother—also the one obsession I should never have touched.
Out in public, he was always calm and controlled. At home, though, one line from him “Don’t call me brother” made my heart race.
Until the day he held Sophia’s hand in front of a priest and announced he was going to marry her.
I was outside the venue, bending down to pick up empty bottles because I needed dialysis money. He crushed them under his shoe in front of everyone, humiliated me, and forced me to trade my dignity for cash, like he was nailing the word “step-siblings” onto a pillar of shame.
He hated me. He said I’d “gotten back at him” in the filthiest way. I just smiled and never explained.
Because he would never know the truth: back then, the reason I shoved him away with everything I had was only because I wanted him to live a little cleaner.
That night, he locked me in a pitch-dark storage room. Outside the door was wedding music. Inside was my blood and the suffocating despair.
When he finally opened the door… I was already dead.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

"I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn’t just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn’t just my stepbrother, he was my undoing."


All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather’s house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school’s golden boy. Ryder is everything she’s sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits. When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don’t stay hidden, someone’s bound to uncover the truth. And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.

The world begins to break at exactly 7:13 PM, a specific moment lodged in the evening like a splinter beneath skin. The sky fractures along invisible seams, shadows start hunting people in the streets with a patient hunger, and entire buildings disappear without warning as if they had never existed at all. Before the night is over, Kol dies beneath a falling piece of masonry, his last breath rattling out across broken pavement. Then he wakes up again in the same city at the same time with the same disaster unfolding around him, but something is different now, a shift he cannot quite name pressing against the inside of his chest.

A strange countdown has appeared beneath his skin, numbers ticking downward in a language he does not recognize but somehow understands. People who remember previous cycles keep appearing before every collapse, their faces are always the same and their words always changing.

Hidden inside the ruins of the dying city is another version of Kol, one who claims this world has already ended dozens of times before, each ending bleeding into the next like watercolors left out in the rain. With every reset, Kol learns more about the patterns controlling the apocalypse, the hidden machinery turning behind the scenes of destruction. The problem he soon discovers is that the more he remembers, the more dangerous he becomes, a truth that settles in his bones alongside the countdown. The world does not want to be understood, and the cycle is starting to notice him, a small aberration is a flawless design.

In a collapsing reality where death is temporary but mistakes are permanent. Kol must survive long enough to uncover the truth before the next reset erases everything again, including the fragile hope he has begun to carry.

Sera dedicated her everything to caring for Callum Weston- her husband- only to hear him say that marrying her was doing charity for the needy as he held the hand of another woman.

Given another chance to wake up 10 years into the past, Sera chooses to focus on choosing herself, but the past continues to haunt her.
The last thing Sera heard before she died was her husband on the phone telling someone to come and clear her body from his property.

This time, she is not here to love him.

She is here to ruin him.

The one variable in her plan is the cold-eyed man who keeps finding her in all of the wrong places.
And why does he take pleasure in her slapping Callum?

Lyra never wanted a mate.
Not when she had nothing left.
Not when the only man she was given to… was the Alpha everyone feared.
Cold. Dangerous. Silent.
He didn’t want her either.
He only kept her because she was “useful.
”
She thought he would throw her out.
But instead, he locked her away.
Hid her from his world. From his people. From his own family.
And when they came to hurt her…
He stood and watched.
He didn’t speak for her.
He didn’t defend her.
But he didn’t let her go, either.
Now, Lyra is trapped in a place where no one wants her, and the only one who touches her
heart is the man who makes it bleed.
But maybe… just maybe…
The Alpha she feared is the only one who truly sees her.
And that is the scariest part of all.

I accompanied my husband's grandmother, who had just undergone heart bypass surgery, to quietly recuperate on the top floor of a private club. However, we were invaded by a woman adorned in the ruby necklace I designed, wielding my husband's supplementary card. She publicly humiliated my grandmother and locked us in a freezing cold chamber at minus sixty degrees, declaring herself to be my husband's fiancée. In a desperate attempt to save my grandmother, I publicly slandered myself, but she then reneged on her words—just as the sound of my husband's footsteps echoed from the doorway…

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."

For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.

However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.

Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.

But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

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 Brianna came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Parker saved my life, Claire. 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.

On my wedding day, my mother walked in and took my gown off the rack. Then she handed it to Coralie — the sister my parents adopted, the one I've given half my magic to every month for five years.
The High Priest says my stars are cursed. So Coralie will marry Roland in my place. My fiancé. The man I nearly died healing.
My father tells me to think of the bigger picture. Roland won't even look at me. Not one of them looks back as they leave me alone in that room.
They think I'll stand here and take it, like I always have.
They don't know about the black whistle in my sleeve — the one a dying man pressed into my hand at the edge of the Abyss. Blow it, he said, and I'll come for you.
I've been good for too long.
I'm done.

“Ah,” I throw my head backwards as Roman shoves two fingers up my cunt.

“Look at you,” he mocks, lust in his eyes as he frees his stiff cock.

“See how good you take me.” He pushes in with a groan, and desire ripples through me as my cunt expands to take his cock.

He wraps one hand firmly around my throat and digs his fingers into my ass. We collide like two dying stars, our bodies flushed together, and the thick musk of sex in the room. I drag my nails down his back, taking him in deeper. He trembles in my hold.

“You say you hate me, yet … hmm, yet, you fuck me this good.” I whimper as he lengthens his thrusts, and my legs start to tremble.

A wicked grin flashes on his face, he tightens his hold around my neck, and reaches down for my clit. My whole body goes rigid as he pushes me closer to the peak.

“You are mine, Scarlett -- all pieces of you. You are mine. Lie to me all you want, nothing will change the fact that you are mine. Now, be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

She needed protection. He needed a wife.

Scarlett Brooks has been running from her past so long she's forgotten what standing still feels like. Roman Sterling doesn't do feelings, only power, money, and the cold precision of getting what he wants. When he makes her an offer, she has no choice but to accept. The terms are simple: two years, unlimited resources, zero emotions.

But Roman is possessive in ways the contract never covered. And Scarlett is hiding something that could destroy them both.

What begins as a transaction becomes an obsession neither of them can survive.

"Tell me to stop." His mouth grazed her throat, unhurried, deliberate. "Say it, and I'll let you walk out of here alive."

Elena didn't say it.

She was sent to Chicago to destroy Luca Moretti, the Devil King who rebuilt his empire on blood and grief and the ghost of a dead wife. She was trained for this. Weaponized for this. She knows exactly how obsession looks when it wears the mask of devotion.

The problem? She's wearing his dead wife's face.

And the longer she stays inside his penthouse, his bed, his hands, his dangerous, devastating tenderness, the harder it becomes to remember which part of this is the mission and which part is something she's never been allowed to have.

She came here to kill him.

He knows.

He's keeping her anyway.

And somewhere in Viktor's buried files is a secret that won't just shatter their future, it will rewrite everything Elena believes she survived

Seven years after the System transformed Earth into a battlefield of monsters, dungeons, and gods, humanity finally reached the top.
Floor 100.
It should have been the end.
Instead, it was where Kai Dreven died.
Betrayed by the woman he trusted most and discarded after spending years carrying humanity's strongest guild, Kai awakens in the past on the day the apocalypse begins.
This time, he remembers everything.
Every dungeon.
Every secret.
Every betrayal.
But the greatest threat isn't the monsters waiting beyond the gates.
It's Mira Chen.
The brilliant strategist who spent years manipulating the future.
The woman who somehow knew the apocalypse was coming.
And the only person capable of matching Kai move for move.
In a world where stories shape reality and the System watches every choice, one man has been given the power to rewrite fate itself.
The question is whether he can save the world without becoming the villain of his own story

She was supposed to be a one night transaction in the form of stripper-paid entertainment.

He was supposed to be the devil the girls whispered about behind the curtains.

Sable Zhen walked into that hotel suite with one goal. To survive the night, clear her debt, and disappear into a different life, a fresh start. She did not plan to feel anything, and she definitely did not plan for him.

Alaric Evander Leighton is the kind of man cities are built around. He does not break his rules, he does not feel things he cannot contain, he does not contact women himself, he does not skip background checks, and he most definitely does not think about the same face two days in a row.

Until the girl with the stage name—Parisol.

When Sable walks through the doors of Leighton Biotech on Monday morning and finds herself face to face with the man she spent the night whimpering under, the world she has carefully constructed begins to fracture at the edges.

He is her boss. She is his assistant. And between them sits an attraction neither of them can afford.

But the secrets do not stop there.

A tattoo behind her ear. Two criminal syndicates and a past that reaches further back than either of them knows and connects them in ways that have nothing to do with one night in a dark hotel room.

Something was set in motion long before they met.

And it is only just beginning to surface.

The gun trembled in my hand as I pressed it against my father's temple.
"Give me one reason not to pull this trigger."
He didn't even flinch. "Because you're smart enough to know a corpse can't pay debts. They'll kill you next."
"You sold me." My voice cracked. "To him. To the man whose people murdered Mama."
"Dante Caravelli gets you, and I get to keep breathing. Simple math."
I lowered the gun, but not because I forgave him. Because I had a better plan.
If my father is sending me into the monster's lair, I'd make sure the monster paid for everything he'd taken from me.
Starting with his empire.
Ending with his life.

Lilith Rosetti enters Dante Caravelli’s world with one mission: destroy the man she believes murdered her mother. Sold to settle her father’s debt, she becomes a servant in the Caravelli fortress, perfect cover to infiltrate his empire and take everything from him.
But Dante is colder and more controlled than any monster she imagined, and the only crack in his armour is his lonely five-year-old daughter… who clings to Lilith like she’s the only light left in their home.
As Lilith gains Dante’s trust, the lines between vengeance and desire blur. But she’d soon find out that there is much more trouble brewing than her revenge plan because in the mafiaworld, chaos and destruction are everlasting.
She came to ruin him.
He might be the only one who can save her.
And in the underworld, love is just another weapon.

"You took my wedding dress for my stepsister?"
My voice was ice as I stared at the man I had loved for six years—the man I had saved with my own blood, drop by drop, through years of his illness.
Atlas Brooks couldn't meet my eyes.
"She's dying, Mandy. Susie's last wish is to marry me."
Six years of devotion. Endless blood donations. And this is what I get in return?
The man I saved wants to trade me for the sister who destroyed my family.
Let him. I'm done fighting for someone who never fought for me.
But when I tried to walk away, Atlas caught my wrist.
"After she's gone," he whispered, "we can still be together. Just... let her have this."
The dress. The wedding. The man. Let her have everything.
I'm not waiting around as anyone's second choice. Not anymore.
I'm ready to say goodbye to everything.
I thought I was leaving love behind forever.
I didn't know that at my stolen wedding, I was about to find it.

My fiancé and I held twenty-one weddings. I put on my wedding dress twenty-one times, only to crawl out of pools of blood each time.

Car accidents. Shootings. Explosions. Fires.

Everyone said I was cursed, that I was bad luck for my husband.

I was the only fool who believed they were accidents.

Until the twenty-second time.

That day, covered in blood, I escaped from an ambush back to headquarters and heard him say coldly over the walkie-talkie, "She won't die. Save Valerie first."

It turned out all the accidents were personally arranged by him.

He didn't love me—he just owed my parents a debt he could never repay.

So he staged disaster after disaster to get out of marrying me.

At the twenty-second wedding, I didn't wait for him to cancel.

This time, I was the one who called it off.

My fiancée abandoned our wedding just because of one word from her childhood sweetheart.

What's even more interesting is that she actually had her sexy sister take her place at the wedding.

This is just wonderful - if you leave, then don't come back.

I already have a legal wife now.