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"Are you accepting?' he probed, his eyes brazenly following every line in her body. Ivory instantly grew shy. Her nerve waning.

"I am considering it. However, I am not sure what it entails." her voice and bravado had weakened. Raiden nodded at her words, understanding that he was previously vague.

"It's not a relationship. As I have pointed out to you before, I am attracted to you and wish to explore a purely physical relationship, albeit temporarily," he said, eyeing her every reaction.

"You mean purely sexual?' she corrected him. She knew the words he used were aimed at sugar-coating the reality but she wasn't interested in half-truths when she was considering going against everything she believed in. Raiden nodded. "How long is it to persist?" The more she considered the option the riskier it seemed. She worked closely with Raiden, would this make their relationship awkward?

"It's terminable at the will of either party," he commented. He wasn't in the habit of forcing a woman to be with him, in fact, it was something he made no great strides over. She had complete freedom to stay or leave his bed.

"Another way of saying when you've grown tired of me." she laughed incredulously.

Eight months pregnant, strung up and tortured by her own husband — because he decided the baby wasn't his.
She nursed him back from his accident. Held his family together with her bare hands. And another woman wore the crown that was hers.
They plastered her face across explicit photos. Forged the paternity test. Took everything — even her name.
She watched, screaming, shattering — as her husband ripped their newborn from her arms and threw the child into a cage of beasts.
Her mother couldn't take it. She jumped.
Her father was tortured until she couldn't recognize his face.
She begged to live. They wouldn't let her.
She begged to die. They wouldn't let her either.
Until she was reborn.
She remembers every face. Every wound. Every scream.
And this time, there will be no mercy.

"Mr. Barrett, this was from your ex-wife, saying she wished you a happy wedding!"

The assistant, Jacob, whose expression was a bit solemn, silently handed over the package.

He opened the package, which contained three documents:

The first one was a consent form for the donation of corneas and kidneys;

The second was a report from Washington Hospital on advanced brain cancer;

The third again was a pregnancy test issued by a Washington hospital.

He shuddered as he turned the last page of the document, all the signatures were hers...

"I'll sign the divorce papers, but I need you to promise me three things."

"First, will you smile at me? A real smile."

Andrew Barrett's slightly impatient face froze abruptly, and Jacob froze as well.

"Second, call me 'sweetie' or 'honey', like a husband to a wife."

Jacob had never seen such a simple request before, and at the same time, his heart overflowed with sourness because it was too simple, yet the man she was asking said coldly and stiffly:

"I can't."

Harper Flynn was at peace with herself because Andrew had let her down too many times, so even if she could not get whatever she wanted from him, she could also easily give up.

"Third, let me hug you. Then, I'll sign right away."

Harper reached out her hand, but the man's body remained tightly shut, standing there like a log.

At that moment, Jacob answered a phone call and his eyes lit up.

"Mr. Barrett, Dr. Chambers said that your cornea transplant is ahead of schedule and can be done at the same time as Ms. Wang's kidney transplant."

Within a short time, the three of them entered three separate adjoining operating rooms.

Harper lay on a cold operating table, with her hands resting on her abdomen, her eyes gently closed.

Baby, mommy wanted to hold out for you, but mommy was useless and couldn't hold out until you were born.

Her brain tumor was malignant, with a low success rate for surgery, and she once thought rather than die on the operating table, she'd rather be in pain and opt for conservative treatment. At least this way, she could still spend more time with Andrew.

But now, she was tired, so she'd have to take the baby with her.

At the same time, the red light came on in all three operating rooms.

In the door in the center, doctors removed fresh kidneys and corneas in vessels and stepped into the left and right door.

Jacob, who was waiting outside, watched in horror. Didn't Harper only donate kidneys?

Why would any doctor still come out holding a clear cornea and then walk into that operating room of Mr. Barrett's?!

Did...

Suddenly, from the center operating room came the doctor's panicked yell, "No! Cardiac arrest, how did this happen?"

Jacob was sweating profusely, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, muttering: "Mr. Barrett, you'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it..."

A month later, Andrew, who had regained his sight, did not see Harper show up.

He took out his phone and finally dialed the number.

It took a long time for the other side to answer. Andrew was a little impatient and spoke sharply: "Harper, hurry over and take your stuff away. It's taking up space!"

There was an "uh-huh" and a hang-up.

How long it took, he didn't know, but there was the sound of a door being pushed behind him.

"Mr. Barrett, I've come to pack up Harper's belongings for her."

The visitor was holding a picture frame in his arms, and the person in the black and white photo was clearly Harper!

Best friends Shenin and Tyler didn't mean to fall in love. Though, does anyone? A friendship-turned love affair is hard enough to navigate through; throw in IEDs and gun battles, along with the separation that inevitably comes with life in the military and you're asking for trouble. This is uncharted territory for both of them; Tyler has been openly gay for years, whilst Shenin has always dated men. With the government's Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy, it's a path that could endanger both of their careers but realising they cannot live without each other, they take it all on to prove that love really can win.

Piera was genuinely in love with Orion despite the difference in their social status.

But when his sister shows up while he was on a business trip with a photograph of Orion and his fiancée, Piera packed her things and left without a backward glance.

Orion came back to find the apartment empty, and struggles to understand why she left.

But five years later, they crossed paths on Riverside Park, and the secret Piera had been hiding is now in plain sight.

Can Orion successfully win her back again?

Everyone said I killed my mother.

So Dad and Carter hated me from the start. They only had love for Vivian.

On my eighteenth birthday, Vivian drugged me and I was nearly raped. That's when Nolan Blake showed up—business tycoon, my savior. He claimed me as his in front of everyone and warned anyone who dared mess with me would pay the price.

After that, Vivian bullied me? He made her apologize. Dad humiliated me? He made him shut up. Carter mocked me? He destroyed all of Carter's business deals.

No one had ever protected me like that. I fell HARD.

Three months later, I walked down the aisle in white.

Nolan spoiled me rotten. I became the woman the whole world envied.

Until the day I was five months pregnant.

At a family party, the balcony railing gave way. I was falling, screaming—then Nolan caught me. His arm broke. I only had minor injuries.

Everyone said how LUCKY I was—a husband willing to break every bone for me.

Until I stood in the hospital corridor and overheard that conversation—

"Aurora is the only match for Vivian," Charles's voice came from the hospital room. "Vivian's kidney failure is getting worse. We can't wait anymore!"

"You think I don't KNOW that?" Nolan lowered his voice. "But she's already pregnant! Pregnant women can't donate organs!"

"That's why we staged the fall," Carter said coldly. "It was supposed to make her miscarry—"

"ENOUGH!" Nolan's roar cut him off. "I want to save Vivian MORE than ANY of you! She's the one I love. But you can't hurt Aurora like this. I have my own plan—after she gives birth, I'll make her donate 'willingly.'"

After hearing those words, I collapsed trembling in the hallway.

So that was why he married me. Not because he loved me, but to save Vivian. Everything he did for me—his tenderness, his protection—it was all for HER.

Just like Dad and Carter, he loved Vivian.

Not me.

I touched my slightly rounded belly as silent tears streamed down my face.

If no one wanted us, then we'd disappear.

Sophia Moreau is a challenge no man has ever won.
A self-made CEO, ruthless and untouchable, she built her empire from the ground up, leaving no room for weakness. No distractions. No mistakes. And definitely no men who think they can outplay her.
But Travis Cole?
He doesn’t walk away from a challenge.
For years, Travis has kept a list—a private game between him and his closest friends. The women no one else could have, the ones deemed impossible. He’s never lost a bet. Never failed to break down the walls of even the most untouchable.
And when Sophia’s name is thrown into the mix?
He’s supposed to say no.
She’s supposed to be off-limits.
But one encounter with her, one sharp-tongued argument, one look in those firestorm eyes, and suddenly—he wants her. More than the game. More than the win. More than he should.
What he doesn’t realize?
She’s the one game he was never meant to play.
And when she finds out the truth, when she learns that he made her a bet—
She won’t just walk away.
She’ll make sure he is the one left broken.
Because Travis might have fallen first…
But Sophia?
Sophia was never meant to fall at all.

I clutched my pregnancy test results in my hand, standing outside the door of Ethan's office.

I wanted to surprise my husband with this news.

Instead, I overheard a conversation about how to "permanently remove" me from his and our daughter's lives.

Christiana and Andrew have been dating for over three years. Everything was going well for them until Andrew revealed his true identity to her as the heir to one of the biggest billionaires in the USA.

Leaving her life behind in Switzerland to accompany Andrew and see his world turns out to be the opposite of everything she dreams of.

With Andrew's mother not hiding her disdain for Christiana and his ex-girlfriend who would do anything to get her man, Christiana is in a fix where she has to decide her fate to avoid her fate decided for her.

Aurora Calloway was the wife no one knew existed, trapped in a marriage where love was a distant illusion. But when betrayal cuts too deep, the life she thought she had unravels, forcing her into a battle she never saw coming.

Two sisters. One man. A love neither can afford to lose.

Isabella and Mariah couldn't be more different. Isabella, the elder sister, lives a life of privilege polished, poised, and married into wealth. Mariah, on the other hand, knows the taste of struggle. She works double shifts, counts coins at the end of every month, and dreams of a love that will finally make her feel seen.

Their worlds collide when they both meet Eli, a mysterious homeless man who carries himself with quiet strength and eyes that seem to hold centuries of pain. To Isabella, he’s a forbidden thrill raw, real, and far from the sterile perfection of her husband’s mansion. To Mariah, he’s salvation someone who understands her loneliness and fights his own silent battles.

Neither sister knows that Eli hides a truth powerful enough to destroy them both. He’s not a drifter; he’s the estranged heir of a powerful billionaire, cast out after rejecting his family’s empire. As the sisters fall deeper into his orbit, secrets unravel, and loyalties are tested.

When the truth comes to light, love turns to rivalry, and desire turns to war. The sisters will learn that sometimes love isn’t measured by what you have but by what you’re willing to lose.

Everyone in the Blood Moon Pack knew that our Alpha, Ethan Black, was devoted to his Luna, Elena Mourn.

Until he met his fated mate, Celine.

He wanted to sever our bond to be with her, but I refused. We became the pack's toxic couple—he resented me for not letting go, and I despised him for his betrayal.

To get rid of me without looking like the villain, this asshole staged a pity party—claiming a dark witch cursed him in battle, trapping his memories at eighteen, and now his wolf only responded to Celine as his "true mate."

"Elena, I'm stuck at eighteen... I still love you, but our bond is gone." His voice broke. "I'm so sorry for hurting you all these years. Maybe we're both better off apart."

Watching his fake performance, I said yes.

He thought he'd won, never knowing I went along because three years ago, I took a hunter's wolfsbane bullet meant for him. The poison had been killing me ever since. One week—that's all I had left.

Before I died, I wanted one last look at his eighteen-year-old self, even knowing it was all fake.

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

I was once known as "The Divine Hand," the youngest Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery in history.

I didn't just perform surgeries, I invented them. However, after a high-profile operation on my own mentor went tragically wrong, leaving him in a vegetative state, my mother made me swear a blood oath.

“Your hands bring both life and ruin. Never touch a scalpel again, or the guilt will consume you forever.”

I traded my surgical scrubs for a floral apron. I married Lucian, a famous business tycoon my mother had selected.

For five years, I spent my days in the kitchen, meticulously preparing meals that were precisely calibrated medicinal formulas that cured his heart murmur and made him the top-performing executive in the city.

However, on our fifth anniversary, Lucian didn't bring flowers or gifts. Instead, he threw the divorce papers on my face with Leslie, the glamorous "Star Surgeon" of the year, by his side, her hands wrapped around his arms like she owned him.

Lucian sneered, "Lesley operates on kings and CEOs. You? You can't even look at a drop of blood without fainting. You’re a liability to my social standing."

“Sign the papers and I'll give you two hundred dollars every month as your monthly allowance. Considering your lifestyle, that's more than you ever need.” He mocked.

I stared at the divorce papers in my hands. This was what he was paying me for being a submissive wife.

"I’ll sign," I said, "and I’ll let you keep the house and the stocks. But only if Lesley can correctly identify the three hidden toxins I’ve neutralized in your body over the last five years using only the meals you mocked me for cooking.”

“If she’s the 'genius' you claim, surely she can diagnose the man she's sleeping with.”

"You broke up with me at a time I needed you most... You said I wasn't the one you love... You called me a whore... You said I wasn't your type to begin with... So what would you have me do?"

"Beg!" Michael answered instantly. "I expect you to beg for mercy."

"You don't deserve my plead, Michael. You don't worth my tears..." She was about to go further when Michael kissed her roughly to the point that she was having a hard time to breath.

"Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He asked after releasing her lips.

Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him and without fear, she said, "Whoever I sell myself to is none of your business. As a whore that you called me to be, you shouldn't keep counts of how many men if I f**k with." Her response made Michael very angry. He had no choice but to push her and rape her only to find out she was still a virgin.

Would Nora be able to love again? What will she do if Michael begs for a second chance.

The story begins with a disastrous mistake: Serenity confesses to the wrong person. Instead of Tony—the warm, composed boy she has a crush on—she accidentally hands her love letter to Vince, the principal’s arrogant and rebellious son. Seizing the opportunity, Vince uses the letter to blackmail Serenity, forcing her into "unpaid domestic service" while relentlessly teasing and controlling her.
As the plot unfolds, Tony realizes Serenity’s true feelings, and the two officially start a relationship. However, their happiness is short-lived. Vince publicly sabotages them by spreading rumors, leaving Serenity deeply wounded. Through this pain, she finds her inner strength, finally learning to stand up for herself and confront her bully.
The ultimate climax occurs when Serenity discovers her mother is about to remarry the principal—Vince’s father. This twist turns her schoolyard enemy into her soon-to-be stepbrother. With school conflicts now bleeding into her domestic life, Serenity is torn between protecting her mother’s newfound happiness and the dread of living under the same roof as the person who hurt her most.

I catch them mid-twist on the SoHo couch we picked out together—Ethan's shirt crumpled on the floor, his hands fisted in Layla's hair, her dress hitched high on her hips, her head thrown back in a gasp that curdles my blood.
My fingers go slack on the doorknob; the Lombardi's bag, his favorite chicken parmigiana, my promotion celebration, slams to the hardwood.
Violet's world shatters the moment she walks into her own living room and finds her husband tangled up with her stepsister. The man she loved. The sister she trusted. Both betraying her in the most humiliating way possible.
Now, with her marriage destroyed and her heart in pieces, Violet vows to take everything from them—her husband's empire, her stepsister's peace, and her own power back.
But when a mysterious billionaire, Liam Knight, walks into her life offering partnership and passion, Violet finds herself torn between revenge and the chance to love again.
Will she burn her enemies to ashes… or risk her heart one more time?

On the brink of a life that seemed too dull to excite her, amidst the chaos of the insurgency that threatened not just her happiness, but the little she had as a world; Maryam Bukar Ibrahim seemed to battle more wars than her 16 years old and autistic brain could handle.

It became too much to bear, too much grief for her heart to take and a commitment her innocent yet frail body could endure. As if that wasn’t enough, destiny found a way of getting her married to a soldier, at the brink of her father’s death and the last words he pronounced were of her becoming Mrs. Na’im Bolori.

For Captain Na’im Bolori, marriage was the last thing he thought for his life. He was the prince of the Kingdom of Maiduguri and suffering from an unmentioned illness broke more of his engagements than he cared to count. Being a soldier was his lifetime dream, yet rescuing a dying father only to get him married to his weird and two colored eyes daughter was something he had never imagined.

He took her home not because he wanted, not because he was ever going to accept the so called marriage, between, she was only 16 years old! But destiny decided to play with his heart and test how capable he was of controlling himself and protecting the ones he loved. As said, When A Soldier Loves...He Kills To Protect.

My skirt was pushed up, and my inner thighs were rubbing against my stepfather’s jeans every time the plane shook.

“It’s okay, it’s just turbulence,” Raviel whispered, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I was sitting on his lap because the sudden shaking made it impossible to return to my seat. My butt landed right on his thigh, grinding against something hard. God, it felt beyond words. It felt so good, and dirty. I almost moaned in front of his face.

He was my mother’s husband. She was sitting just a few feet away, wearing headphones, completely oblivious that her daughter was practically dry-humping her husband. Raviel didn’t push me away. Instead, his palms moved up and down to caress my thighs. "You’re so tense, Claire," he murmured, his hot breath blowing in my ear.

That was just the beginning. In Hawaii, things got worse. Or better.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he commanded on the beach. He poured oil onto his palms, making them slippery and moist. As his hands touched my back, I shuddered. His thumbs massaged my buttocks, sliding dangerously close to my inner thighs. His fingertips occasionally rubbed my crotch, sending electric shocks through my body.

I knew it was wrong. I was a virgin, keeping myself for a future husband. But Raviel... he looked at me with a hunger that terrified and aroused me. "You have such soft skin," he said, his voice low and husky. I was soaking wet in my bikini bottom, fantasizing about my stepfather while my mother slept in the hotel room. I was a cursed stepdaughter, and I think he knew it.


Claire Osborn thought her life was finally stable when her mother married Raviel Marshal, a handsome, wealthy, and charming businessman. But beneath Raviel's perfect exterior lies a dark secret: he is a cold-blooded hitman. When a "vacation" to Hawaii turns into a tragedy and Claire's mother is murdered in a suspicious robbery, Claire is left alone with Raviel.

As they live together in his sprawling mansion, the lines between stepfather and stepdaughter begin to blur. Claire finds herself drawn to the dangerous man who protects her, unaware that he might be the one who pulled the trigger on her mother. Raviel, on the other hand, struggles to control his growing obsession with the innocent girl he swore to protect.

In a house full of secrets, surveillance cameras, and hidden weapons, a forbidden passion ignites. But as Claire gets closer to the truth about Raviel's identity and her mother's death, she must decide: is he her savior, or her worst nightmare?

Liliana is a friendless, socially awkward, and tomboy who is constantly being ridiculed for her appearance and lack of social connections. However, she is destined to meet a charming prince, and a rollercoaster ride awaits her, which will completely transform her life.

Jason is a charming, arrogant jock who has never trusted a girl, who has never believed in steadfast love, and who has finally decided to be with the tomboy girl, Liliana. At first, his goal was to keep the girls out of his way. However, once they both looked into each other's eyes and kissed, once the sparks of love-struck their hearts.

"Can you tell me why you're dressing like a boy? "Do you have any idea that you're a girl?" He chuckled, inspecting her from her shoes to her bizarre bun in a mocking manner.

"Then kiss me," she said, a competitive tone in her voice as she raised her eyebrows in irritation.

She caught him off guard with her words, but she managed to pull him into a powerful kiss that broke his heart.

They had no intention of falling in love with each other. But it was their destiny.

If you were to write your own story, how would you end it?

Annika Ficarro is a writer who often runs away from reality, not interested in love because she believes there is no destiny for her, that only happy endings happen in the books she reads.

She promises herself that she will never love again, but deliberately playing destiny, a man she has long forgotten returns, to knock her heart out again. She wanted to give the man another chance, but she was afraid that might get hurt again.

Annika tried to love and write their own story, but the conflict was that she didn’t know how to end the story... that had just ended.

Lisa is a professional stripper - an unexpected path for a girl who once dreamed of a colourful future. But when her father fell ill she put her dreams aside, sacrificing her hopes for family.

Until she met Damon, a soulless billionaire CEO who doesn't believe in love. They had an unforgettable love-at-first-night experience.

It leaves Damon trapped in a one-year contract with a woman he doesn't love, and a pregnant stripper he can't ignore.

Could there be a deeper trauma behind Damon's aversion to love?

As their passion ignores, will they break free from their dark pasts and find a way to be together, or will they allow their current circumstances steal their only chance at happiness?

"You worthless piece of trash!" Kate's manicured nails dug into my collar. "They should have poisoned you properly years ago—just like your parents!"

The security guards moved, but I raised my hand. Let her talk. Let her confess.

Because Emily Eugins—the "dying" orphan everyone pities—isn't who they think she is.

Ten years ago, Emily Eugins watched her parents die in a "car accident." Her parents' jewelry empire destroyed. Her inheritance stolen. Four families conspired to erase her parents—and made one fatal mistake: they let her live.

Now she's trapped in her uncle's attic, labeled terminally ill, about to be sold in marriage to a dangerous widower. But Emily has spent a decade planning her revenge, and she's found the perfect weapon: Stefan Ashford.

Cold. Ruthless. Estranged from his powerful senator father.

The man everyone fears just became her contract husband.

Armed with psychological manipulation, forged medical records, and jewelry design skills no one knows she possesses, Emily begins dismantling the four families—one calculated move at a time.

But Stefan's not the pawn she expected. He's hiding scars. Hunting a lost ruby. Watching her with eyes that see too much.

And when he discovers the "dying" girl he married is actually a master strategist with blood on her agenda...

The real game begins.

As a poor student from a single-parent family, Katie was disdained by others, especially some students in Class A who had high self-esteem and pride in their school-Augustus Lupine Academy, the best elite university in the country. Katie majored in Business Administration, which was the best in this university. Business Administration was divided into Class A and Class B. Class A gathered the top elite students, which was unattainable to everyone. Katie won a scholarship for poor students to study in Class B. No one knew that Katie was secretly dating with Draven for three months, who was at the top of Lupine, the son of a tech billionaire, and the dream lover of all girls in school. Three months later, Draven suddenly disappeared. Katie went to Class A, but Draven denied their relationship. Katie was hit by a blow, and was pulled to a party by her bestie Cathy. She accidentally had a one-night-stand with a man who looked a lot like Draven. The next day, Katie left in a hurry, suddenly knew that her mother was about to remarry someone. Katie's mother introduced Katie's future stepfather and his two sons to her. Katie was surprised that her two stepbrothers were her ex Draven and one-night stand Adrian.

"What kind of sick game are you playing?" my husband, Mark, snapped through the phone.
I stared at my heavy plaster cast and said nothing.
In my previous life, distant relatives brought a bag of cash to my clinic, begging me to bump my cousin up the surgery waitlist. I refused.
By morning, the money vanished.
Security footage showed someone in my scrubs, with my exact face, stealing it.
My colleague, Sarah, and my husband accused me of taking the bribe. They destroyed my career. My cousin died waiting.
Driven mad by grief, her parents ran me down with their truck.
Reborn, when I saw the new surveillance footage, I finally understood who she was.

I caught my fiancé cheating with his ex in our bedroom—twins on the nightstand proved it had been going on for a year.

The alchemy vial slipped from my trembling fingers, shattering against the stone floor. There they were: Kaelen, the youngest Archmage on the continent, tangled in silk sheets with Lyra Elessar, the high-elf noble he'd supposedly rejected for me.

But it was the glowing parchment on the nightstand that destroyed me completely—a bloodline registry declaring him father to one-year-old twins.

I'd sacrificed my magic core to save his life three years ago, becoming powerless while he used that second chance to build a secret family. Every "council meeting," every "emergency" had been a lie to visit them.

When Lyra saw me, she didn't even flinch. She just smiled and said, "Looks like we're caught."

The humiliation burned hotter than heartbreak. I fled to the black market that very night, seeking the Death Merchant's ultimate service—complete disappearance.

"Seven days to prepare the ritual," he told me.

Seven days until I could vanish forever. Seven days to decide what the naive girl who'd loved him deserved as her final gift to herself.

"I want to know," Marissa said, one hand resting on her stomach, her smile dripping with triumph, "if you'll be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could."
Rachel's world shattered.
For three years, she had been the perfect Mrs. Voss, gentle, obedient, and endlessly devoted. She believed love could soften Bryce's cold heart... until he walked in with his pregnant mistress and erased her without a second thought.
Declared infertile. Branded a burden. Cast aside like she meant nothing.
When Bryce demanded a divorce, Rachel asked for just fourteen days. Fourteen days to hold onto the life she had built, to pretend her marriage hadn't already died.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't care.
But the moment she hit rock bottom, another man stepped in.
"A contract marriage," he said, his gaze dark with intent. "One year. You become my wife... and I'll make him beg for the woman he threw away."
Dangerous. Ruthless. A man who doesn't love, only claims.
"Unlike Bryce," he murmured, stepping closer, "I don't discard what belongs to me."
This time, Rachel won't beg to be chosen.
She'll rise. She'll take everything they stripped from her. And she'll become a woman Bryce Voss can never touch again.
So when he finally realizes the truth... when he's the one begging at her feet...
Will she walk away or make him suffer the way he made her break?

I'm Jennifer, a stay-at-home mom. I gave up my art career eight years ago to take care of my family. My husband Julian and my son Garry, they're my whole world.

But lately, I've noticed them getting closer to Mia, Julian's secretary. Little things. Garry asking where "Miss Mia" is. Julian mentioning her at dinner. I told myself it was nothing. I kept quiet. I put up with it.

Until last week, when Garry broke his arm playing hockey. The school called Mia, not me. She was listed as his emergency contact.

That's when I knew I was done.

"I didn't take you for an attention whore. You even got a knock-off ring to pretend you're married to Ethan Styles."
My former best friend, Melody, laughed loudly in the middle of the five-star restaurant. She grabbed my hand, examining the simple band on my finger with a disgusting smirk. Beside her stood Caleb, my ex-boyfriend of five years, looking at me with pity.
"Unlike you, some of us actually got engaged to real men," Melody sneered, waving a flashy diamond in my face. "There is no way a billionaire like Ethan would marry a nobody like you. The blogs got the wrong girl."
I stood there, my heart pounding, ready to storm out. But before I could say a word, a strong, possessive arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against a hard chest.
"Cherie, what’s taking so long?" a deep, velvety voice purred from behind me.
Melody stumbled backward, her jaw literally dropping to the floor. Caleb looked like he had been drenched in ice-cold water.
I turned my head and smiled. Ethan Styles looked more devilishly handsome than ever. The most powerful man in the city was looking down at me like I was his entire world.
"I just ran into some old friends," I said smoothly.
Ethan’s eyes flicked to them, cold and deadly. He pulled me closer and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. "Let's go, darling. Uncle is waiting for us."
As I walked away, leaving my cheating exes paralyzed with shock, I realized one terrifying thing: Playing the fake wife of a billionaire was easy. Stopping myself from falling in love with him? Impossible.

For three whole years, as the "partner" of the bourgeois empress Victoria, I remained the most docile shadow of her business empire. Everyone thought I was a beautifully kept ornament, but only I knew that beneath this glittering facade, every shadow was a chaotic situation I had quelled with my own blood and flesh. It wasn't
until she used her daughter's final resting place as leverage to appease her lover that I realized that marriage was nothing more than a deceptive hunt.
Now, I'm going to recoup the costs.

In order to rush to comfort his assistant whose apartment was leaking, Richard signed his name hastily without even glancing at the documents on the table.
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"

During the shipwreck, my fiancée, to save my "white moonlight" (my unrequited love), forcibly pried open my bleeding fingers and snatched my last life jacket.
"He can't swim, you hold on a little longer."

At that moment, I gave up completely and let myself sink into the cold, deep sea.

Later, I returned from the ashes and became an unapproachable tycoon.

She went bankrupt and became a beggar, but amidst the heavy snow, she watched my wedding of the century, knelt on the street, and breathed her last in remorse.

Belated affection is ultimately worth less than grass.

Seven years of deep affection, expectations with a pregnant belly, and all I got was his betrayal in marriage and false promises. I gambled my youth and sincerity, only to end up with an absurd scam. After waking up, we owe each other nothing and will have no more ties.

When the shootout broke out and Marco chose to protect Isabella instead of me, I didn't scream or cry hysterically.
Instead, I just stood there silently watching my fiancé carry his mistress to safety.
In the weapons room downstairs, Victor—my fiancé’s head of security—stood behind me teaching me how to fire a gun. His solid chest pressed against my back; warm breath brushed my ear. I let my hips intentionally brush against him — felt that hard ridge that made my face flush and pulse race.
His large hands covered mine on the weapon, then slid unmistakably downward to grip my hips tightly. My nipples hardened under this thin bra; heat pooled low between my legs.
"What happens if I pull this trigger?"
I whispered softly, aiming steadily at Marco and Isabella wrapped in an intimate embrace nearby.
"It'll be quiet," His voice velvet-smooth like lethal temptation slipped through gritted teeth,"Real quiet."
Lost in dangerous thrill,I couldn't help thinking: No wonder people love playing with fire.

When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Enemies make the best lovers...

Evelyn Rodriguez needs to find who murdered her sister. But her only suspect is sexy as hell and every kind of wrong. Suddenly Evelyn's not sure if it's determination that's got her pulse racing–or something altogether less appropriate. Worse of all, she has to live under the same roof with him.

Supernova Jason Lyndon, burnt by experience and casual flings is torn between taking the offer of the man he despises the most or the woman that annoys him the most. Either way, he wasn't about to go to jail for something he didn't do. He realized too late chosing Evelyn's offer was a terrible idea. She didn't only arouse all his sexual antennas but started pulling down the firm wall– he's spent years building– around his heart.

CRIME. SUSPENSE. ROMANCE.

Growing up side by side, as children of the pack Beta and Gamma, Lachlan and Seren should be the perfect pairing made by fate. But, after Lachlan’s father, the Beta of Black Crescent Pack died to save Seren’s life his son, Lachlan now holds nothing but resentment and hate for the beautiful young she-wolf.
Coming of age is a date Lachlan has been waiting for. The date he will begin preparing to inherit his father’s title should be a special day for him, but instead is ruined by meeting his fated…
The one person in the world he would not want to be fated to. The one person he hates most in the world. Seren. Surely fate would not be so cruel to fate him to the one he hates?
But in a pack where tradition means rejection is frowned upon, Lachlan finds himself in a difficult situation. But, he has no intention of being with the person who causes him to live without his father.
Can the two live in peace together with the matebond simmering?

Natalie, a wealthy heiress engaged to a man who truly loves her. Her life seems perfect until one day when her fiancé returns to tell her that a friend of his, terminally ill, wishes to have a home before she dies, and she wants Natalie’s.

I was dying — and he was loving someone else.
I left.
Now he wants me back… but will I let him?

James Johnson bought me from the black market for five million.
I went from being a mercenary to his bodyguard, and also his plaything to satisfy his desires.
Countless intimate nights gradually changed the nature of our relationship.
Until he risked his life to save me during a gang shootout.
His restrained feelings finally broke free, and he proposed to me.
But today, five years later.
Right after James took control of the Johnson Family, he quickly got engaged to Julia, the daughter of the Smith Family, the biggest arms dealer.
I confronted him, only to overhear his conversation with a friend.
"I told Sophia I'd marry her just to make her give everything for me, even die for me. After all, those brothers fighting me for the inheritance are all crazy."
His friend laughed. "But she's risked her life for you for six years. That's pretty cold."
"Doesn't matter. With her background, she was never fit to be a mafia heir's wife anyway."
I stood outside the door and let out a bitter laugh.
Back in my room, I contacted Marshall Johnson.
"I promised to keep James safe until he became head of the Johnson Family. The mission's complete now. Please give me my freedom as agreed."

I drank myself into a stomach perforation, all to secure investment for Mu Jingshen's company.

As I was wheeled into the emergency room, blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I heard a doctor shouting: "Where's the next of kin? We need a signature for surgery, now!"

My hands shaking violently, I dialed Mu Jingshen's number.
His contact was saved under "A Hubby", pinned to the very top of my contact list, just so I'd never miss a single call from him.

The call connected, and I forced out every last bit of my strength to speak, my voice weak and trembling:
"Jingshen, I need emergency surgery. Can you come sign the consent forms for me, please..."

But it wasn't his voice that came through the line. It was Shen Wanrong's, sweet and cloying: "Jiejie, Jingshen's busy giving Huanhuan a bath right now."

The sound of running water stopped.
I heard him ask who was on the phone.

Shen Wanrong spoke in a hurt, plaintive whine: "It's Jiejie... Jingshen, do you want to take the call? What if it's an emergency?"

But he just said, his voice flat and dismissive: "Ignore her. Nothing could ever be more important than being here for Huanhuan's birthday."

Huanhuan was Shen Wanrong's pet dog.

Jonathan’s way of loving was always paying in silence. After we broke up, he cleared my shopping cart, stocked up enough makeup remover to last me three years, trying his best to make up for it. But during those three years when I willingly waited for him to propose, he never said a word. Until one day, he found a small note I’d written in pencil three years ago in that wedding planning book: “It’s okay, I can wait.” He cried all night staring at that line, and the next day, he bought 17 copies of the same book. On the title page of each one, he wrote neatly: “Wait for me.” It turns out, the stupidest person takes three years just to learn to say “I love you.”

Olympia was sold during the Annual Omega Bidding to the powerful and arrogant Alpha King, Alpha Fabian, who owns a five-star night club. Every year, he recruits Omegas to serve as strippers in the club. Others, to serve his top clients in the bedroom.
Most sold off by their relatives.
Once recruited here, chances of escaping and getting a fated mate are slim as the Omegas are considered used.
He’s the most powerful Alpha King in the world, no one can question him.
Leaving her family behind and worse, being sold off by her stepdad haunted her.
Upon arrival at the palace, she got into an issue with one of the task masters overseeing the royal maids.
At the verge of punishment, she’s rescued by a cool, charming gentleman when everyone else watches. Olympia fell for him at first sight, only to discover they are quadruplets.
Alpha Fabian, upon discovering her first day rebellion, as punishment, handed her over to his ruthless quadruplet sons as their personal callgirl.
Alpha Elliott, Asher and Ryder soon realize she’s their mate and are more than eager to tame her, not only physically but in bed but she hates them. They are Enigma Alphas, too dangerous for an Omega like her.
But she loves only one.
Alpha Cassius. The Alpha who saved her.
But what will be her fate as Alpha Cassius is an Enigma. He's an exorcist, regarded as consecrated mate of the moon goddess yet he's the only one among the Alpha princes she wants most, her wolf desires, her body arches for.
What will become of this intense forbidden passion between an Omega slave and the charming exorcist who is trying hard to fight demons and his feral desires at the same time?

In the picturesque town of Willowbrook, there lived a bright and ambitious college student by the name of Lily. Having lost her parents at a young age, she had always longed for a fairytale love story that would whisk her away to a world of magic and wonder. On one fateful day, as she hurriedly made her way to her next class, she stumbled upon a charming young man named Alexander.

From the moment they met, they felt an instant connection, and their bond only grew stronger with each passing day. Unknown to Lily, Alexander was actually Prince Alexander of Eldoria, the neighboring kingdom. Disguising himself as a college student, he sought to experience life as a regular person.

As they spent more time together, their love for each other blossomed, but Alexander struggled with revealing his true identity to Lily. Fearing that it would complicate their relationship and unsure of how she would react, he kept his royal heritage a secret.
Despite Alexander's reservations, Lily's friends encouraged her to pursue this budding romance with all her heart.

Does true love really know no bounds? Lily and Alexander were destined to be together, right?

With betrayal and hidden agendas coming into play. Will this future King have what it takes to run his kingdom and recognize true love?

Five years of a marriage forced by family convenience end in the cruelest way possible: with a request for divorce on the same day they would celebrate their anniversary. Lilian, devastated by Ethan's rejection—the man she learned to love despite the circumstances—sees her life fall apart. In her darkest hour, when the pain seems unbearable, Lilian is saved by Daniel Spector, a longtime friend and silent confidant who has always loved her. At the hospital, news changes everything: Lilian is two months pregnant. But there is another woman, Joana Mercadante — rich, famous, and supposedly also expecting Ethan's child. With her heart broken and her soul on fire, Lilian decides to leave. She flees to France and, far from the eyes of the world, gives birth to her son and builds an empire. Five years later, she returns as a powerful woman, determined to face her demons... and she finds Ethan again. He never stopped looking for her, never forgot the love he destroyed with his own hands. Now he must fight not only for forgiveness, but for a second chance—with her and with the son he never knew. But will regret be enough to rebuild a love that was betrayed? Especially when Daniel, Ethan's new rival, is ready to build the life Lilian always dreamed of... and is already the father in her son's heart?

Ten years ago, Isla fled Hollowcreek—a quaint town filled with memories—and the boy who loved her enough to let her go.

After her grandmother's death, Isla returned to Hollowcreek. Seeing the vibrant white lilies constantly appearing on the porch, she might have guessed who had left them, but she didn't know the purpose behind them.

Isla's hopes grew: she longed to meet the mysterious figure who had given her the lilies. The moment the mystery was revealed, she would have to make a new choice: leave once more, or finally take root where she had always belonged...

" 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.

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

UNDER HEAVY EDITING.
*****

He chuckled at her desperate attempt to make the lie believable. "Pretty little liar, your face betrays a lot, sadly" he placed his hand on her cheeks, his face dark "you can't run from me, Maya; no matter how hard you try to, I'll always find you. Even in the deepest part of hell, And when I find you, you get punished according to how long you were away from me, understand?"

His tone was so soft and gentle it could have fooled anybody but not her. She could see through him, and She trembled under his touch.

"Y-yes, maestro"


Though her sister commits the crime, Maya Alfredo is turned in by her parents to be punished by the Ruthless Don Damon Xavier for selling information about the Costa Nostra to the police.

Her world is overturned and shattered; she is taken to the Don's Manor, where she is owned by him and treated like his plaything, meanwhile knowing his intentions to destroy her.

But then things get dark in the Don's Manor, with the presence of Derinem Xavier. Maya doesn't stand a chance in Damon's furnace. Will he destroy her and everything she loves for the sins he thinks she committed? Or does luck have other plans for her?

Note— This is a dark romance. Not all lovey-dovey. ML is a psychopath. Trigger warnings!!!