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Aiden was getting more and more aggressive, using his lips and tongue to suck and suck me passionately. I groaned, the odd sensation making me want more of his touch. 

I felt crazy, some time ago, I wasn't even interested in this guy at all. But now, I easily surrendered my body after feeling the comfort of being around me. He opened my legs wide and instantly, making me immediately surprised because Aiden was directed to my intimate part. 

"Agh..." The sound started to come out of my mouth, when the sensation was felt and made my body stiffen. 

"I'm coming, Aiden! Please, stop it...!" I pleaded with my body tensing up. Just as Aiden pulled his face away, the liquid came out in a louder groan. 


Aiden Ackerman is called as "The sexiest man in the world" not without reason, his handsome face and hot body have become a subscription to world famous fashion brands.

Handsome, young and rich is what he is very proud of in himself, Aiden is called a narcissistic and mischievous man because of his hot photos that are scattered on the internet. But behind all his fame, he hides his shy nature and low self-esteem due to the trauma of bullying that he faced in the past.

Until when thousands of vulgar messages enter his social media account every hour and make him feel very disturbed.There is no smoke without fire, Aiden looks for the source of the problem which turns out to be the most popular story of a famous web novel that makes a virgin like him become the object of women's naughty fantasies.

Who is the mastermind behind the problems faced by the model?

Warning : 21+

I died in an accident after making three of my beautiful girlfriends have a big fight.

In another life, I woke up from my sleep after being saved by King Zavier, a charming young king when I drowned in the lake.

Strangely, King Zavier is very similar to my best friend from high school, Xavier, who was killed a year ago as a soldier while serving in a conflict area.

He wanted me to be his queen, when all the noble ladies were crazy about him. Meanwhile, I actually fell in love with Princess Minka, his beautiful younger sister.

I also had to face the obsession of Duke Aiden De Vegmegeur, King Zavier's half-brother who was very similar to the gang leader who bullied me in high school.

Does a playboy like me have to be a potential rival for noble ladies and an obsession for the King and his half-brother?

Within the extravagant realm of Maranello Enterprises, where sleek automobiles and unspoken longings converge, Arya is torn between her duty and her fervent desires. Kane Maranello, the audacious heir to the empire, sets her senses ablaze with his alluring charm. But as she delves deeper into his world, she unearths a vulnerable side hidden behind his Playboy facade – a vulnerability that threatens to unravel everything she knew about him.

Will Arya be able to tame the impetuous heart of the CEO's son? Or will their love be consumed by the high-speed drama of secrets and rivalries on the racetrack?

Prepare yourself for a heart-throbbing romance that sprints towards an unforeseen finish line!

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Blurb:

We're playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that's part of the thrill .

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters.
A company policy: no dating of work colleagues.

A passion unresistable.

Blurb:

This year has been real harsh , seems like am kinda jinxed or something. I know you might think I'm just making things up but seriously, it's true.Am like a Walking talking ticking hot mess!

Not only does my name literally means "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.
Everything I touch suddenly turns to crap.

Moved out of the studio I shared with my ex for cheating -means I'm living back at home with my teenage like parents,with me acting like the grown up adult .

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Damien Boyce to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully start afresh.

Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Am like his secretary, pretty sure it's a simple task .
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but dangerous and sexy smiles added with a hot sexy desire.
Now, nothing is easy–except this sudden scorching burn of mutual attraction
But he’s my boss!

you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure:

It never ends well.

Except am I willing to risk losing my job.

it’s just not worth it?

Or is it?

I wake up with the sun in my eyes and that makes me confused. I do not remember my bed right in front of my window.

I try getting up but a hand around my waist. I freeze in fear with the knowledge of what happened.

I look over my shoulder and I am shocked at what I saw.

I expected to see Jason behind me, but it was Mason in bed with me.

I was in bed with Jason's brother.


After being betrayed by her husband and her best friend, Emily went on a trip alone. In Paris, she met two brothers, Jason and Mason.

Jason was kind and gentle. He had helped Emily before and Emily actually had some feelings for him in her inner heart. Mason was cool and used to be a playboy. He treated Emily as his prey.

However, she happened to have a one-night stand with Jason’s brother, Mason and got pregnant.

How will things go on?

Will Emily choose Mason or Jason?

To obey his grandfather’s order, the playboy tycoon Seth Cohen had to marry the socialite and sole heiress Evonne Largent.
They tied the knot and lived together under a loveless matrimony.
She was obliged to marry the hottest CEO Seth Cohen to save their fallen business empire after her father fell into compulsive gambling, driving them to the verge of bankruptcy.
Seth had no plan of getting entangled with his stunning and sexy wife, but every time he glanced at her, his body throbs, and he was drawn away.
Evonne will do everything to stay away from him and pretend she’s not affected by the oozing sex appeal of her hot billionaire husband; however, her heart beats faster every time he is around.


She saw the muscles move in his jaw, and she knew he was pissed.
“Care to explain? Make sure it’s believable.”
Seth’s voice carried a hot temper.
There was a picture of her dancing on the tabletop, and Toby beside her was shirtless while Sally poured beer bottoms up straight to their mouths.
“What’s there to explain?”
“You’re married now,” He growled at her, throwing sharp glances.
“Miss me with that bullshit.” She stood up and barely contained her anger.
“There is a certain public image that needs to be maintained. You need to understand that.” He muttered sternly.
“Oh please, I’m not going to stand here drinking the dirty water you give me as you indulge yourself in the purest of wines.”

Freya, an abused Omega trapped in a brutal Beta household, hides her true nature behind a fake Alpha mask, dreaming of escape and belonging. A magical potion grants her the scent of an Alpha, letting her infiltrate the elite Crescent Moon Academy—home of the fiercest, most powerful werewolves. But living a lie becomes more dangerous when Silas, the Academy's playboy Alpha prince, starts noticing her. His unexpected attention throws Freya into a whirlwind of rumors, secret moments, and rising tension with his jealous fiancée, Elena. As the danger around them grows, Freya finds herself facing dark magic, betrayal, and a fight for survival she never imagined. But with courage, the help of loyal friends, and the love of a prince, she transforms from a scared girl into a pack-saving heroine. When the truth about her Omega blood is revealed, will the world that once hated her now accept the girl who saved them all?

Benjamin Halesten has a huge problem. His father has threatened to cut him off from his lavish lifestyle unless he agrees to see the mysterious Mrs. Black at an elite life coach agency. At the consultation, Mrs. Black lays out the plan. It’s simple: abide by the rules, or Benjamin loses everything. The plan, one of Mrs. Black’s ‘Gem girls’, is to pose as his girlfriend while straightening up his life and public appearance. Benjamin reluctantly agrees, but he is floored when he meets his life coach. Meet the brilliant Dr. Lainey Forest, who has killer curves, a kind soul, and a mesmerizing personality. Benjamin falls for her instantly, not recognizing her as someone from his past. With every minute, every public display of affection, Benjamin is losing himself in Lainey. Lainey, on the other hand, battles with the pure hatred she has towards Benjamin and the slow-growing love that is building in her heart for him. Can Lainey put the past aside to find true love, or are they bound to both end up with broken hearts?

She doesn't remember getting married. Why?
Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy?
Who knows?
Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated!
All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out.
Contractual terms:

Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you.
Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy.
If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply.
Sex is optional.
Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce.
PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money.
If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too.
Because THIS isn't fair!

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!
An EROTIC-ROMANCE story!


Since high school, Isla Peterson, a college student, had a crush on her brother's closest friend. She wished to be noticed by the man not just as a young sister, but also as a lover. She begged her brother, Apollo, to invite him to her 18th birthday party. Because her brother adores her, he eventually agreed. She was overjoyed when her long-time crush arrived—her wish had been granted.

After reaching the legal age, Isla relaxed during her after-party and assured her brother that she would only drink a little. However, she got drunk and involved herself in a situation that forever changes her life. She had sex with her long-time crush, Zero, the famed womanizer.

Zero Cohen is a well-known monster in bed who prefers extreme sex over making out. He only had one rule: "keep up with his pace," and he will lavish you with joy. Zero didn't realize it was Isla he claimed that night because they were both drunk at the time. And he admits, the lady was too good for first-timers. He began to crave her body, and every time he saw her, his pet hardened and desired to delve deeper into her core.

But can they really expect to go very far in this game? What if they have to face their difficulties? Will one of them give up, or will they fight? What could it bring if the playboy faces his downfall?

A collision of two worlds brought them together. Two single parents, with different personalities and distinct parenting styles.
Henderson Bain a playboy billionaire cares about nothing else aside from his daughter, Itzel who is a spoilt brat all thanks to her father.
Lena Cohen is hunted by her past but despite that, she is an amazing mother to Trent, a sweet well well-behaved boy but life wasn't rosy for them.
Henderson Bain is having a hard time searching for a nanny for Itzel until shows up though qualified, Henderson refuses to offer her the job because of their first encounter but seeing how Lena and Itzel get along, he decides to employ her.
Lena and Henderson were two worlds apart but one thing they never saw coming was them falling for each other.
Will they finally let go of their past, and give love a chance? Or try to suppress their feelings for each other? And what if their past comes knocking at their doors once again?

You're such a rogue, how could you do that? I regret getting married to you" he smirked, " You married a Playboy, welcome to my world".

The devil you know is better than the angel you don't know. Kathleen has always wanted a perfect relationship and a perfect life as she ran away on her wedding day from her abusive relationship and got married to a mysterious stranger that same day. Will this stranger treat her any better than her ex? Her relationship wouldn't be perfect after all because she got married to a handsome Playboy who wasn't ready to be chained down by marriage.

They were fated mates but he rejected her.

Nora Fred, a beautiful and independent seventeen year old with werewolf bloodline in her. She’s known to be kind and smart with a soft heart. She’s only child to the Greenbell pack Luna before she lost her mother to death and had to face her heartless step-father and his rebellious daughters.

Her step-father forces her into marrying an Alpha from a nearby pack who rejects her immediately.

Howard Claude, the next Alpha of Direwood pack is known for his playboy acts as he doesn’t believe in true love. He only agreed to be with Nora just to inherit his father’s position as the Direwood Alpha.

Nora runs away when she finds out she was carrying Howard’s child as revenge for how he has mistreated her for being his mate. Things escalated before Nora could get the chance to run away and she finds out about the truth behind her mother’s death.

Will the playboy Alpha and his impeccable Luna able to overcome their variances and retrieve their status as mates? Will they be able to rectify the chaos they were facing? Will Nora ever give Howard a second chance when he admits his mistakes? How would Nora react to finding out the truth about her mother’s death?

My name is Henley Douglas.
I survived leukemia, and fell in love with the doctor who delivered the news.
Now, he wants to marry me.
In exchange, he will give me everything… except his love.
He gave his heart to one woman who shattered it long ago.
Now, I’m left to pick up the pieces.

Five years ago, my sister, Ari, married Prince Grayson of Estrea in an arranged marriage.
Now, neither could imagine their lives without the other.
Will my arranged marriage be the same?
Or will it end in disaster, leaving me shattered, as well?

Can I marry and give my love to a man who may never love me?
Will he love me, too… one day?
Or am I condemned to live in a loveless marriage, a gilded prison?
Maybe I can love enough for both of us.
Or maybe it will destroy me.
Only time will tell.

Continuation of Bought by the Billionaire Prince by Theresa Oliver.

Bound to the Billionaire Playboy is created by Theresa Oliver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Natasha is just a simple and ordinary girl while Alexander is a playboy billionaire CEO because since his ex_girlfriend left him he never got into a serious relationship since then.One night, Alexander went to the bar with his friends and he met Natasha there and he got interested in her because she looks like his ex_girlfriend and they drink together.They got drunk and they had a one night stand but Natasha did not remember who was the man who took her virginity.Natasha applied at the Montilva Corporation as the secretary of the CEO and later she found out that her boss is the same man whom she had a one night stand with before.
Natasha's mother got sick and they need a huge amount of money to pay her bills at the hospital so Natasha has to look for money and it happened that Alexander needs to find a wife as soon as possible for his inheritance and he offered Natasha a contract marriage in exchange of money and Natasha has no choice but to accept the offer.
Is there a chance for them to fall in love with each other and make their contract marriage a real one? Or someone will come back from the past and ruin their relationship.

"Stop calling me that," he muttered. "Max. To you, it's Max."
His fingers slid from my wrist to my palm, and then, slowly, he brought my hand to his chest, pressing it over his heartbeat.
I froze.
"You're not them," he repeated, quieter this time. "You're Ava."
Something inside me cracked.
I should have walked away. I should have left him in that car.
But instead, I leaned in.
And when I kissed him, he didn't pull away.
His lips were warm, his breath slow and deep as he let me in.
His hand tightened around mine, anchoring me to him.
I was holding onto him- even if just for tonight.


She was his perfect assistant. He was her forbidden obsession.
For years, Ava has been the invisible force behind Max- his shadow, his confidante, the woman who knows him better than anyone.
But when Max orders her to buy an engagement ring for his fiancée, Ava's built walls crumble.
Until one night. A mistake. A passion too dangerous to ignore.
He swore their night meant nothing. She vowed never to be seen again.
Bound by duty, Max has no choice but to follow his family's demands—to marry the perfect woman from the perfect family. His life is not his own. His choices are not his own.
At her lowest, Ava finds an unexpected savior. Wealthy, powerful, and… he also happens to be Max's brother.
Ava never thought she'd cross paths with another Anderson. And Max never thought he'd crave what he let slip away.

I never dreamed I'd marry Art William Jr.—a billionaire CEO, tabloid sensation, and New York's most notorious playboy.
He was sullen, domineering, and barely looked at me—except at night, when he couldn't sleep alone and would sneak into my bed and torture me with stolen kisses like a psychopath.
Our marriage was a sham. I was living in hell of luxury, and he was the prince of that hell. I thought it was going to be boring, until things got complicated—I unexpectedly became pregnant with his child.
I decided to run, to escape it all. But when love and betrayal threatened to destroy everything, could I escape unscathed?

She danced around the pole twerking her body

Her flawless skin shone brightly.

Her figure was killing......

In her panties and bra, her curves became so visible.

She was wearing a mask on her face but she looked so beautiful on them

The audience cheered and applauded her.

She happens to be the best among all the entertainers.

Wanna know her?

Her name is Meria Williams.

It's weird right? Why would such a pretty lady be a stripper?

She's an orphan....

Helpless. ...

Frustrated.. .

But all her miseries are hidden under her beautiful smile.

She is left with her younger sister who is very sick!

All the burden was on her. ...

She had no choice!

But she's a VIRGIN!

Is that even possible?

A stripper? A virgin?

Sounds crazy but true!

Meet Damon Wilson......

The young billionaire!

An an incurable womanizer ....

He sleeps with different kinds of woman and dumps them like trash.

A playboy!

He GETS every woman he wants all it takes him is money.

What happens when the rich playboy collides with the virgin stripper and determines to have her?

Will he be able to get her to his bed

Will he finally fall in love with her?

More tales on the way!

Find out in this intriguing story..... !!

"I'm already engaged." I heard Richard say almost in a roar. Everywhere went silent.
"I'm engaged," there was a slight pause, as if he was searching for the words. "To Stacey Smith," he finally revealed, with that familiar smug voice I despised.
Wait!!
D-did he just say Stacey Smith? Like me? Stacey Smith?
I stood still, frozen with shock, trying to piece together the words in my head, to confirm what I thought I heard.


Stacey Smith has been working quietly as a Secretary at Desmond Pictures for about a year, slowly but steadily building her résumé to kickstart her dream of becoming a movie Director but her mundane life is turned upside down when her arrogant, playboy boss who she hates suddenly proposes to her.
Billionaire Richard Desmond would rather lie that he is engaged than lose an investment deal. Then comes his perfect victim, Stacey Smith, his Secretary who he has never really noticed but coincidence had made her perfect for his agenda.
Afterall who wouldn't want to be engaged to the hottest billionaire in LA.
But things get more complicated as dangerous alliances are made, contracts are formed and obsession grows in plain sight all at once. Would they be able to work together for their mutual benefit despite the constant obstacles thrown at them or would the secrets they both hide rear up and destroy what might have been?

I was trained to seduce, to deceive, and to kill if I had to. Love was never part of the mission.

My body became my weapon, the one thing no man could ever truly own. I couldn’t give life so I learned to use sex as a tool to take whatever I wanted.

As one of O.A.S.I.S.’s top operatives, I’ve faced warlords, dictators, and men who thought they owned the world. None of them ever got under my skin until billionaire playboy, Zayne Beaumont, walked into my crosshairs.

He’s infuriatingly charming, dangerously beautiful, and the reason my pulse forgets its rhythm. But when his past comes for him in the form of Dominik D’Angelo, the ruthless Mafia Don who wants him dead—my world fractures in ways no training could prepare me for.

Because Dominik doesn’t just want revenge.

He wants me.

Now I’m trapped between two men—one who tempts my heart, and one who consumes my soul. Both powerful, dangerous, and willing to burn the world to claim me.

And I’m the prize neither of them intends to lose.

Even if I kick you out, you can't be with any other man because you're mine!
.....
The life of Filippa, the beloved omega daughter of the Red flame pack Alpha and Luna, made a 180° change after her parents died during a fight with the rogues.
As soon as her parents died, her father's brother, Henry, took over the pack with the promise to return the pack to Filippa when she came of age.
Not long after Henry became the Alpha, he changed from being her favorite uncle to a cruel monster who made her life a living hell.
However, Filippa always had a belief that she'd become the ruler of the Red Flame pack as soon as she clocked 18.
Unfortunately, she never expected that Henry wasn't willing to give the red flame pack.
Henry ordered Filippa to be thrown down a cliff.
Filippa ended up being saved by Wyatt, the ruthless cold beta of the power axis pack, who took her to the power axis pack after Filippa weaved a big lie.
Filippa arrived at the Power Axis pack to discovered that she was a mate to Alpha Oswald.
Oswald already had a lovely partner; so he planned to kick Filippa out of the pack by bringing up a trial.
However, things began to fall out of hand.
Filippa discovered that her love for Oswald was reducing and instead leaning toward Wyatt.
There was also the existence of playboy Asher, who was always flirting with Filippa at every chance he got.
Although Oswald wanted to kick Filippa out of the power axis pack, he was unwilling to see her with another man.
Caught in between three men, Filippa will have to choose between her mate Alpha Oswald, her crush beta Wyatt, and the flirty playboy Asher.

"I don’t bow to Kings. Especially not spoiled ones like you."
​At Northview High, Liam Vance is a god. As the star hockey captain and heir to a billionaire empire, he rules the hallways with an iron fist and a charming smirk. He’s never met a person he couldn't buy or a rule he couldn't break—until he meets Elena.
​Elena Vance is the "Scholarship Ghost." She lives in the shadows, working night shifts and studying until her eyes ache just to keep her future alive. When her family is evicted, she is forced into a deal that feels like a prison sentence: move into the guest cottage on the Vance estate and tutor the arrogant boy who once splashed her with his Porsche.
​Liam and his elite circle of friends want her gone. They think she’s a "charity case" they can humiliate for fun. They ruin her belongings and try to crush her spirit, but Elena doesn't flinch. She knows something Liam doesn't: without her, he loses his spot on the team and his father’s respect.
​Trapped in the same territory, the war begins. He tries to break her with wealth and status; she fights back with intelligence and ice-cold discipline. But as the late-night study sessions blur into something more, they both realize that the person they hate the most might be the only one who actually understands them.
​In a world where status is everything, can a girl who has nothing win the heart of the boy who has it all?

Sister Jettalaya is firm in her beliefs and loyal to her cause. She has spent the past four years preparing herself for a humble life of servitude. Nothing will stand in the way of her beliefs and the vows she will soom be taking for a life of sisterhood in the convent. A chance encounter with two twin alpha playboys may push her faith to the limit. Jetta would normally have no problem resisting the temptations that are about to come her way, however when fate plays a part in her destiny it may not only be her faith that will be tested.

He slowly spread my legs.

Now, I feel his big and hard was knocking for me to let him in. It electrifies my whole body!

Ughh...

'Ahhhh,' I hugged him tightly as he buried it a little bit. It's like something inside me is torn that I don't understand. This is what my best friend told me when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend.

I saw the surprise in his eyes when he looked at me.

'Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't know,' he said. There is guilt on his face, maybe because he found out that I was still a virgin.

'It's okay. Go on..' I whispered to him. It's now or never. For Pete's sake, I didn't want him to stop, so I hugged him close to me!

He kissed me.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered to my ears. Damn, his bedroom voice is so damn turning me on!


Aaliyah Mendoza is a recent graduate with a bright future ahead of her.

But everything changes when she meets Daniel Sy, A charming playboy and the only son of a billionaire.

Their chance encounter leads to an unforgettable night that sets the stage for an unexpected journey. Despite the intensity of their connection, they go their separate ways and don't meet again for years.

But fate has a way of bringing people back together, and Aaliyah and Daniel find themselves crossing paths once more. As they navigate their complicated feelings for each other, they must also confront the challenges of their vastly different backgrounds and lifestyles.

How can the world revolve around a poor woman and a rich man? How can Aaliyah tame a playboy Daniel Sy?

“Since you suck at stripping, why don’t we skip that part and go over to the main thing!.” Lucas suggested as he tries to suppress a laugh.

“S-sure!.” Kimberly stuttered and moved closer to him. She cursed herself for not knowing how to do something as simple as stripping.

With her heart beating very fast, Kimberly stood in front of Lucas confused on what to do next.

Lucas pulled her closer until she is plastered on his body and placed his right hand on her butt while his left hand moved inside her shirt and cease her bare skin.

Kimberly immediately panicked and pushed Lucas away from her.

“Sorry, I can’t do this. I am not a prostitute!.” Kimberly uttered and picked up her bag amd rushed out….


Kimberly needs to pay the fifty thousand dollars her mom owe to loan sharks in a week time or face the consequences.

Left with no choice, Kimberly decided to sell her body in order to get the money.

The peaceful and tranquil town of Bermington has recently experienced a horrific murder case. Charles Jones, a full-time writer, allegedly broke into the home of Lawrence, an engineer, and brutally killed the family of three.
Police immediately arrested him, but after several interrogations, officers learned a shocking secret: the real killer wasn't him, but rather some kind of entity that shared his exact appearance, build, and even his name and DNA...

For five years, I was Sebastian's mistress.
In the end, he chose to publicly marry my own sister.
He coldly told me: "Get out!"
I no longer held onto this relationship and met new, exceptional men.
When I was dating another man, Sebastian became crazy with jealousy.
He pinned me against the wall, crushed his lips to mine, and took me with a fierce, brutal urgency.​​
Right before my climax, he stopped.
'Break up with him, baby, " he breathed, his voice hoarse and tempting, 'and I'll let you come."

I was reborn one year before my husband fell in love with another woman. This time, I successfully took her place and became the idealized figure, the one admired and longed for by my husband and her other suitors.

I dragged Theodore out of the car seconds before it exploded. Ever since that day, my fingers have never been the same—a permanent injury I'll carry for life.
Three years into our marriage, Scarlett came back. His foster sister. The one he'd secretly loved all along.
He indulged her every whim. Let her wear my wedding ring. Move into our marital home. Even kiss him in public.
Everyone mocked me—said I was clinging to the title of "wife" and refused to let go. Scarlett told me to my face to get out.
That day, Theodore abandoned me on the highway.
That was when I finally gave up on him completely.
I left the divorce papers behind and vanished.
Theodore found the journal I'd left. He went crazy searching for me all over the world. When he finally found me, he dropped to his knees, eyes red with desperation.
"Don't leave. You're the one I've always loved."
I smiled and took my new boyfriend's hand.
"Too bad. I don't love you anymore."

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

To avenge my father, I married Philadelphia mafia don Salvatore and poisoned him with my own hands on our wedding night. I thought my revenge was complete, until I met his son Matteo at the funeral—a cold, handsome,dangerous man.

Matteo suspected from the start that I'd killed his father. According to plan, I was supposed to get close to him, seduce him, then kill the last Rossi heir when he trusted me most.

"You're trembling." He cornered me against the wall, his long fingers caressing my cheek. "From fear... or something else?"

"I..." Under his burning gaze, I couldn't find words.

"Don't be nervous, stepmother." He leaned close to my ear, his voice low and magnetic. "I just want to see how honest you are."

When the assassin falls for her target, when stepmother becomes obsessed with stepson, can this dangerous game have a happy ending?

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

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

So I made a decision.

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

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

Chloe Ashford destroyed me once.

She pretended to be my best friend, eagerly setting me up with her stepbrother Vincent—when really, I was just a cover for their twisted relationship.

She fattened me up, used me, and when she got bored, tossed me aside. A broken nose during gym class, nearly drowning by the pool, framed and cyberbullied until the whole internet turned against me. I dropped out. Had a complete mental breakdown. And then I jumped.

But when I opened my eyes again, that line was playing on repeat—"Let me introduce you to my stepbrother."

Somehow, I was back. That same party night.

My husband pushed me down the stairs when I was three months pregnant.

I thought it was his bipolar disorder acting up again. The doctors said he couldn't control himself. So I forgave him—just like I'd forgiven the cigarette burns, the broken ribs, and all those nights he choked me unconscious.

Then I lost our baby.

And overheard him on the phone: "The bitch deserved it. If she hadn't stopped me three years ago, Elena would be mine."

That's when I realized—he was never sick. He'd been torturing me on purpose for three years.

Punishing me because I "made him lose" the woman he loved.

So I signed the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.

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.

"Honey, please open the door! Please!"

Kate Sterling pounded desperately on the basement door, with only 15 minutes left before the interview that could change her life. Yet here she was, locked inside by the very man she loved most.

It all started with a single prophecy from their new neighbor, Anna Cross: "If Kate goes to that interview, your marriage is over."

Anna's predictions had never been wrong. Last month, she predicted old Johnson would have a heart attack. Three days later, an ambulance pulled into his driveway. She predicted Mrs. Miller would discover her husband's affair. Now the Millers were filing for divorce.

Every prediction came true like clockwork nightmares.

Now Anna had set her sights on them.

When the truth finally surfaces, will it be escape... or death?

On the twenty-first night of insomnia, I ordered a beastman at 3 AM.

The ad was ridiculously over-the-top—gentle, considerate, perfect at housework, and could even cure anxiety and insomnia. The girls in the reviews said their lives transformed overnight, work stress just... gone.

I was dead tired, eyes barely staying open. Just glanced at the photo and hit purchase. Golden hair, amber eyes, two cute little fangs when he smiled—looked sweet.

Pink option looked prettier than blue. Done.

I didn't catch the tiny line of text flashing at the bottom: Grade A Product - Adults Only - Full Intimate Services

Three days later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to boxes way bigger than I'd expected.

Way bigger.

Three years ago, the night before my wedding, I was kidnapped and nearly killed.

When I woke up, Julian was crying over me. "The kidnappers hurt you so badly, Elsie. The doctors—they had to remove your uterus to save you. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

My world shattered.

I cried for a week straight. Cried until I had no voice left, until my eyes couldn't open from the swelling. I'd lost everything—my chance at motherhood, my chance at being whole.

But Julian squeezed my hand. "I love you, Elsie. You're all I need."

He married me anyway. Against his family's wishes, he married this broken woman.

For three years, he was perfect. Gentle. Loving. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive.

Until today.

Today, I learned the truth—

There was no kidnapping. No random attack.

It was all planned. Orchestrated by Julian himself.

For one reason only—to give my uterus to Chloe, my sister who was born unable to have children.

In seven years of marriage, I miscarried five times. I nearly died on the operating table.

My husband, Lorenzo Castellano—the mafia king who controlled the entire East Coast—gripped my blood-stained hand and choked out: "It's okay. You're all I need."

I believed him.

Until our anniversary, when I smelled her perfume on his shirt and discovered the truth: his sister-in-law had given him a three-year-old son—those same deep brown eyes I'd bled five times trying to create.

The cruel irony? Just the day before, two pink lines had appeared on a pregnancy test.

That night, the explosion lit up the entire ocean, our private yacht burning like a funeral pyre.

The man who made all of New York's underworld tremble finally learned what it meant to lose.

He lost his wife.

And the child he would never know existed.

Ten years loving Liam Rockefeller cost me everything.

He said the football team jumped him—so I charged in and took the punches. He sobbed that his stepbrother would destroy him at Yale—so I ripped up my acceptance letter. He held me at midnight whispering "I'm so lucky to have you"—and I thought that meant forever.

Three months later, I heard him laughing in the locker room—laughing about me.

"Iris is like a fucking puppy, so easy to fool. Now that the Yale spot's open, Emily can go with me."

The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces—just tools to control me while he fucked his side piece.

He thought I'd still stand in front of him even with a broken nose. He thought I'd never wise up.

I wised up.

In his stepbrother Sebastian's bed.

Twenty years ago, four-year-old Alicia vanished from a park, falling from Connecticut's wealthiest heiress to an orphan overnight. Twenty years later, her birth parents find her working at a coffee shop, bringing her back to a life of luxury.

But behind the fairy tale reunion lurks deadly danger. A mysterious guardian angel named Gabriel begins sending her prophetic warnings about her family's impending doom. Yet Alicia, drunk on newfound happiness, dismisses these as mere hallucinations.

The price of her disbelief is devastating. Her father dies in a horse-riding accident at the country club. Months later, her mother perishes in a car crash on her way to a charity gala. Shattered by grief and guilt, Alicia leaps from a hospital rooftop in despair...

Only to wake up back on the day her parents found her.

This time, she vows to heed Gabriel's every prophecy and save her family. But as she follows the angel's guidance, she discovers that fate's wheels may not be so easily stopped...

The real test has only just begun.

Three years of chasing Chase Blackwood, and all I got was a front-row seat to him tonguing my "sister."

The old me would've cried. Begged. Made a scene.

The old me also ended up dead.

Funny how a second chance at life gives you clarity.

So here's what's different this time: I'm done being the pathetic ex. I'm done playing nice.

I'm throwing champagne in his face and climbing into bed with Asher Hayes—his best friend, his rival, his worst nightmare.

And Chase? He can rot.

I was reborn on the day we had to choose our mates.

I could clearly hear my sister Sera's thoughts: "This time I won't choose wrong. Let Lyra suffer with that cold Alpha."

Then she couldn't wait to choose my past life's husband—the gentle Beta Damon.

While I had to marry the cold Alpha Kane.

Her inner celebration was deafening: "Perfect! Now my sister can suffer with that heartless guy while I finally get to live the pampered Luna life!"

I couldn't help but want to laugh. If only she knew the true face of my "gentle husband" from my past life.

Seven years ago, Ronan Blackwood—Alpha of the Beastman Clan—endured 999 lashes and defied the Council's exile to bond with me, a human.

He swore before the gods I'd be his only mate, forever.

But when his childhood sweetheart Camilla was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he dissolved our soul-bond at the Underground Court.

Then he handed me a glowing vial—the Seven-Day Oblivion.

"Sia, I need seven days to give Camilla a proper bonding ceremony before she dies. This potion will make you forget me temporarily. No pain, no memories. After the ceremony, you'll take the antidote and love me again. Then we'll re-bond."

He promised this separation was temporary. That I'd still be his only true mate.

What he didn't know: the potion was forbidden. There was no antidote.

I stared into those amber eyes that once bled for me—and swallowed it anyway.

In seven days, I'll forget him completely.

I ripped out half my heart for him.

Literally.

Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.

After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.

But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.

Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.

It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.

And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.

Three years barren, and Jessamine walked on thin ice in the elite household. Her mother-in-law spat venomous curses daily, calling her a "worthless waste of space" and threatening to force her son into divorce.

She could still remember when Damien had severed all ties with his family to marry her—kneeling outside their door in the pouring rain, begging his parents to accept her: "Jessamine is my one true love! I can't survive without her!" Back then, she was the only woman who existed in his eyes.

But now, for the sake of family inheritance, he had the audacity to demand her consent for his childhood sweetheart Celeste to bear their child. Jessamine endured the soul-crushing agony of watching her husband entwined with another woman, night after torturous night.

Even more devastating—after Celeste delivered a daughter, Damien had the shameless nerve to declare: "The family still needs a male heir."

In that shattering moment, Jessamine finally saw the brutal truth.

Due to an arranged marriage between our families, I married Damien Blackwood, heir to a business empire.

During five years of marriage, I tried hard to play the perfect wife, bore him a daughter Lily, thinking I had finally won his love.

Until his first love Serena returned from abroad, I watched him rekindle his passion for another woman, watched them rekindle their old flame.

A car accident changed everything.

I was taken to court, sentenced to three years in prison, becoming a "murderer" despised by everyone.

And he personally sent me to prison.

I married Massimo Salvatore, the mafia don, thirty-two times. And divorced him thirty-two times.

Every single time for the same reason—his precious Claudia came back from her overseas treatment facility.

"She took a bullet to the head for me. Any stress could kill her." That was his only explanation.

The first divorce, I trashed the entire living room. He slapped me across the face: "Cut the DRAMA. We'll get back together once she's stable."

The third time, I followed them to the club and caught them kissing. I confronted him—got locked in the basement for seven days.

Sign the papers, take off the ring, pack my bags. Like a nightmare on repeat.

Until the thirty-third time.

A rival family grabbed both me and Claudia. With a gun to his head, he could only save one of us. I looked at him, voice breaking: "Massimo, just this once, pick me."

He walked toward her.

Four hours later, his men found me in some abandoned warehouse. Three broken ribs, blood everywhere. Our baby—gone.

Massimo camped out by Claudia's hospital bed, wouldn't leave her side. Didn't visit me once. Not even when I got discharged.

That's when I was done.

My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.

Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.

An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.

I believed him.

Until the seventeenth time.

Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.

Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.

"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"

"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."

Silence.

"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.

Him.

The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.

But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.

I won't survive the next full moon.