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Being the billionaire CEO of one of the biggest companies in New York has its perks.

But who has time to explore them when you're too busy fighting your demons though?

Revenge is all I wanted and I got it, but when a reminder of my past comes bulldozing into my life in the form of Kate Rossi, I realised I had left out something important in my plan for revenge.

And I was going to correct it. Soon.

I hope she'll be a fool -that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful, little fool.
~F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.

In this book, she is not.

An enemies to lovers book

Sometimes, fate has a twisted way of bringing people together. Even a Hero, and a Villain.

Not everything is how it seems. Especially when a brother is more dangerous than anyone could have ever expected.

Trust and love are formed, only to be broken before slowly being stitched back together.

Six lives are brought together because of a prophecy. Their lives changed for the better after meeting.

But, can they stay happy knowing what hangs in the balance?

His lips grazed her neck, slow and hungry, trailing lower until his mouth closed around her breast like he’d done it a thousand times. His hands gripped her bare waist, firm and trembling, like he needed her just to breathe. She didn’t even know his name.

One night. One wrong door, and everything changed.

Amelia Raine never meant to sleep with a stranger, let alone one that is a billionaire. But when your sister’s life hangs by a thread, desperation doesn't leave room for dignity.

She thought it would end that night.
He didn’t even know remember her name. Until she realized she was pregnant for him.
While she’s a struggling reporter.
He’s a ruthless billionaire.
And she’s carrying his child.

Now, to save both their lives from media destruction, there's only one way out; a marriage neither of them wants.

What happens when the one night you swore to forget becomes the one thing you can’t escape?
And what if pretending to love each other… becomes the most dangerous truth of all?

Four desperate men—Adrian Kane, Liam Cross, Ezra Black, and Damien Hart—receive identical invitations promising unimaginable wealth in just thirty days.
There’s only one condition: survive.

Taken to a secluded estate and cut off from the outside world, they are thrown into a series of escalating challenges where failure is not an option—it’s a death sentence. What begins as a high-stakes competition for money quickly turns into something far more sinister: a controlled experiment designed by a shadowy organization that rewards ruthlessness and punishes hesitation.

Alliances form. Trust shatters. And every decision comes with a cost.

As the days grow darker, the truth becomes clear—this is not a game meant to be beaten. It is a system designed to break them, reshape them, and choose only one survivor.

In the end, only one will walk away.

And survival may be the worst fate of all

She thought his heart belonged to her, but he chose her sister.
Adriana Nox found her sister moaning beneath the man she was supposed to announce a relationship with that night.
The strong Adriana Nox broke at that moment and never healed.
She watched the man she had ever loved exchange vows with her sister— a disaster she never imagined would happen.
Not only was she betrayed by the ones she loved, but declared a villain and cast away by the same people she trusted.
But Adriana swore never to go down into the pit of fire alone. She would drag everyone down with her, including her beloved sister and the love of her life.

"I tried to scream but I couldn't, everything happened so fast and they treated me like a toy." Leslie said hugging her legs.

"And can I ask what you were wearing that may have provoked them." the officer asked with a nasty look on his face.

"I-I uhh.. " I looked towards Mom.

"Did they touch you here." the officer said grabbing my mid thighs. "Did they grabbed you like this." the officer smirked while he caressed my back sending chills down my spine.

"Enough of this." My mom said as she held me in her arms seeing me getting panicked.

"Look, Mrs. Smith, I know things like this happens but we can't say it was their fault at all your daughter invited them by wearing those short clothes and was also drunk so these types of things happens when you are young." the officer said calmly like it was nothing.

"I was raped officer and you're saying it's nothing." Leslie screamed half sobbing.

Yes she was raped by the guy whom she trusted the most in the world. He tossed her to his friends like a toy and let them rape her until something happened, something that will change their life forever!

My name is Mia Santos, and I know what it means to have nothing.

I know the weight of unpaid rent sitting on your chest at 2am. I know the embarrassment of counting coins at a grocery store while people stare. I know what it feels like to have big dreams trapped inside a life too small to hold them.

New York City promised me everything. It gave me a dingy apartment in the Bronx, a waitressing job that barely kept the lights on, and a sketchbook full of paintings nobody wanted to buy.

I wasn’t supposed to meet him.

Damien Cole, the man whose name is carved into half the skyline of this city. Cold. Powerful. Untouchable. The kind of man who doesn’t notice women like me. The kind of man who buys and sells entire worlds before breakfast.
But he noticed me.

One desperate night. One moment of humiliation I would have given anything to erase. And there he was standing between me and the worst night of my life, like the city itself had sent him.

He said he wanted to help. I should have walked away.

I didn’t.

Because there is something beneath that ice-cold exterior that pulls at me like gravity. Something in the way he looks at me like I am both a puzzle he cannot solve and the only answer he has ever wanted.

He is everything I was taught to distrust. Arrogant. Controlling. Dangerously generous.
And I am falling.

They say money changes everything. But Damien Cole isn’t just changing my circumstances, he is changing me. Pulling me into a world of penthouses and silk sheets and hungry midnight glances that make me forget I ever knew what it meant to be cold.

I can't breathe. Every touch, every kiss from Tristan set my body on fire, drowning me in a sensation I shouldn't have wanted—especially not that night.
"You're like a sister to me."
Those were the actual words that broke the camel's back.
Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other's arms.
I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn't cross.
He wasn't just anyone, he was my brother's best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting.
But that night... we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real...so I begged him to touch me.
To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind.
And he did. He held me like I was something fragile.
Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe.
Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could.
So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain.
Now, five years later, I'm back.
Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold.
And the man waiting for me at the airport isn't my brother.
It's Tristan.
And he's not the guy I left behind.
He's a biker.
An Alpha.
And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

Eight years of marriage — she thought she'd married love itself.
Until the day she watched her husband's Bentley rocking on the roadside, and knew exactly why.
She played it cool. Maneuvered him into signing the divorce papers without a clue, then waited for her billion-dollar exit.
But before she could walk free, someone poisoned her drink and staged a crash that nearly killed her.
The man who saved her wasn't the husband who swore he loved her — it was Erwin, cold, dangerous, and ruler of a business empire.
The untouchable, legendary Erwin — shielding her, risking himself, again and again.
When Levi finally woke up to what he'd lost, he came back red-eyed and desperate: " I was wrong. Can we start over? I can't live without you."
Erwin simply tilted his head and kissed her — eyes cutting straight to Levi's ashen face:
"I don't think you understand. The moment you let her go, she became my wife."

As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.

Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.

Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.

"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."

Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."

Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.

But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?

When my boyfriend of three years won the student body presidency, I rented out the entire bar to celebrate. But when I came back with the cake, I heard deafening jeers from the private room.
"I bet ten grand I can get her to ditch the engagement her family arranged and elope with me before graduation."
"That uptight bookworm? Sweet-talk her a little and she's wrapped around your finger."
"Guess what would happen if she found out—even the money for my off-campus apartment with Marie came from her part-time jobs. Think she'd go ballistic?"
The cake box slipped from my hands. Cream splashed onto my white sneakers—the ones I'd worked three part-time jobs to afford, the ones he said he loved because I looked so "pure" in them.
Turns out what he loved wasn't my purity, but how cheap and controllable I was.
I didn't storm in and confront him. I simply turned around, stepped over the mess, and walked away.
Everyone seemed to forget—Calvin and I were never equals.
I am Athena Stavros, only heir to one of Europe's old money families.
And this three-year charade of being just another student was about to end.

In every story, the villain died. Jessica had always thought that was fair, until she woke up as one.
Neria Virethorn was a disposable villainess, written to suffer and disappear. After breaking her engagement to a duke, her father treated her like a ruined object, making pain the primary language of their home. But her father wasn’t the greatest threat.
Sebastian Blackmoor, the crown prince and the story’s primary villain, was a man who viewed mercy as a weakness. Neria’s only goal was to stay small enough to survive him.
She failed…
After stumbling into a sealed royal vault, Neria accidentally bonded with a dragon egg that belonged to him.
The bond was permanent. Sebastian didn't see fate; he saw theft. He began hunting her with the cold patience of an executioner. Realising running was futile, Neria chose to interfere with the plot itself. She revealed Alistair…the rightful heir, the story’s "hero," and the man destined to kill Sebastian.
It should have been her escape. Instead, it trapped her between two blood-soaked futures: one where Sebastian destroyed her for her "theft," and another where Alistair used her as his reason in his war for the throne.
Neria was never meant to matter. But with a dragon bound to her soul and the narrative fracturing around her, she realised the truth.
This villainess was no longer a side character; she was the mistake the entire plot had to answer for. If she was destined to be the villain, Neria would become the kind that ruined everything.
“Fine! I’ll be your villain in this story!”

It's just a book... until it's not.
Bailey falls asleep reading a book about a fantasy land of wolf shifters where the villain seems misunderstood. She feels bad for him. But it's all made up.
When she wakes up next to the wounded villain in the woods, knowing they are being hunted, things get real. Really real!
Now, Bailey is trapped inside of the book with the villain. Only, the more she gets to know Rian, the more it seems like he's not the bad guy at all.
Can she help him escape the Alpha that's hunting him down and prove he's the real hero of the story?
And will she ever get home?

After my eighth trip to the psychiatric ward, I finally became the perfect, obedient wife my husband always wanted—even when I caught his childhood friend giving him a handjob in our living room.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Eric snapped, his eyes dark with irritation. "If those hands are useless, might as well chop them off." Without a word, I grabbed a kitchen knife and raised it toward my wrist. He kicked it away, screaming at me to stop being dramatic. So, I turned and charged headfirst toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

When I woke up, I heard him laughing with her. "She's fine. Just another attention stunt." He didn't know that the "treatment" he authorized had broken my mind into a million jagged pieces. He didn't know about the shock collars, the waterboarding, the dark cells. He thought I was finally "cured" of my jealousy.

It wasn't until a rafting trip, when his friend pushed me into the rapids and my prosthetic eye popped out and rolled across the deck, that his world shattered. As he stared at the empty black socket where my left eye used to be, he finally realized what those facilities had done to me. He dropped to his knees, screaming my name, but the woman who loved him was already dead.

Will his tears be enough to bring back the wife he destroyed, or is this just the beginning of his hell?

"You just don’t get it, do you? She’s nothing more than a fucking pawn. I’ll marry her, take her money, and then toss her aside like the trash she is."
THE REBIRTH OF THE BETRAYED VILLAIN

All along he didn't love love.

They didn't love me.
I was nothing. Just an object to be used and discarded when they were done.

"Sh*t, you weren't supposed to see this,"

He pulled the woman up, his shirt barely covering what he'd left on her behind and she grumbled, "What the hell Rico?! I haven't-"

She saw me and her eyes turned to slits.

"Whose whore are you?"

I'm going to be sick, what kind of nightmare is this.

"It's business, Sofia baby, go to the bedroom. I'll be done in a minute,"

Lenny Willow has given enough chances to the men in her life, from her drunk of a father to her slimy college boyfriend who tricked her into taking the fall for his crime wasting five years of her life in prison, she released to catch him cheating with her life savings-her only safety net. Now she's done, her walls of steels are built and nobody can get through not even her charismatic and insanely hot next door neighbor everything she shouldn't want and he can't seem to stop staring at her, he offers her a job just as she's short on rent and she's too cornered to say no. When her past comes to haunt her she finds herself running into his arms but as buried truths unravel and lies crumble as she's left to question if he was the danger she should have been running away from in the first place.

Things got broken when Rina found her fiancée sleeping with her best friend. Broken and scarred she went to a random club and slept with a stranger.

Few weeks later, she left the city when she became pregnant for an unknown person.

Five years later, she came back with triplets!

Working under a CEO, Robert Fernandez

Aurora Whitmore was the villain of Malcolm & Whitmore High. She was obsessed with her childhood love, Adrian Malcolm.
When he chose Jane Sinclair over her, Aurora lost control and on graduation night, she died after drinking a poisoned wine, not knowing who poisoned her. With her last breath, she wished for a second chance and woke up one year before her death.
This time, Aurora refuses to be the villain. She breaks off her engagement, stops chasing Adrian, and walks away with her pride intact. But the more she ignores him, the more Adrian wants her back.
And when his cold, mysterious half-brother Marcel, the one who was supposed to die, returns and begins to fall for Aurora after she saves him. Now the brothers are at war.
One wants the girl who stopped loving him. The other wants the girl who saved him. But Aurora isn’t chasing anyone anymore. She’s rewriting her fate.
Will Aurora be able to change her fate? Will she return back to Adrian or choose Marcel? Or will fate turn her into the villain again? There is only one way to find out.
Take note, that names, characters, location are all fictional.

They thought that by forcing me to my death, they could devour everything.

My father jumped off a building, and I became a destitute young master whom everyone could bully. To pay off debts, I married into the Hawthorne family and became their sharpest knife.

After my father-in-law died suddenly, my wife immediately brought her childhood sweetheart into the house and forced me to divorce him.

My resistance resulted in a murder plotted by 928 × 213.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe, who had been watching over me for three days and three nights, was beside me.

She said, "I'll take you away."

Three years later, I returned as a mysterious investor. The first thing I did was to buy the family's bankrupt old factory for 1.5 billion.

My ex-wife and I bumped into each other on the street; it was like seeing a ghost.

I smiled and stuck a 30 million yuan check on her forehead: "This is to repay the divorce fee you gave me back then. Keep the change."

The real revenge has only just begun.

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

"You want a divorce?" His voice was ice, sending a chill down her spine. "You'll never get it."
For three years, Bellatrix devoted herself to Cillian Laurent—Miami’s ruthless tycoon and her indifferent husband—hoping to earn his love. But when she’s diagnosed with a life-threatening illness, she realizes the bitter truth: she was never his choice. Just a placeholder for the woman who abandoned him… and has now returned.
Determined to reclaim her life, Bellatrix demands a divorce. But the man who once ignored her now refuses to let her go. As buried secrets unravel, she discovers their twisted marriage was never what it seemed.
Can she break free from a love that was never hers?
Or will his obsession destroy them both?

In my past life, my twin Phaedra and I were both married off to the Dragon Clan on the same day.
I was given to the eldest son Magnus, while she went to the second son Drakon.
A year later, Phaedra gave birth to a small white dragon with scales like fresh snow. Meanwhile, I delivered nine children—all of them deformed monsters, bearing not a trace of dragon lineage.
Dragon King Typhon, a tyrant obsessed with bloodline purity and beauty, immediately stripped his eldest son of the inheritance rights and decided to pass the throne to his second son, Drakon.
Consumed by rage and humiliation, my husband Magnus descended into madness.
He ordered my nine children dragged into the Shadow Abyss and thrown into boiling blood pools as sacrificial offerings. Then he bound me tightly to the frozen altar pillar.
As the crimson winds howled from the blood pool, he mercilessly cut open my chest and carved out my nine-tailed heart while I was still breathing. I drew my last breath drowning in endless despair and blood.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the Dragon Clan's towering hall—at the mate selection ceremony that had sealed our fates.
In my daze, Magnus walked straight past me. His eyes brimmed with disgust as he unhesitatingly reached for Phaedra's hand instead. The same woman who had birthed that perfect white dragon in my past life.
But the fool had no idea my children's deformities had nothing to do with me—they came from his own cursed, rotting bloodline.

At the scene of the car accident, my parents frantically scooped up my sister—who only had a scraped knee—then kicked me aside as I lay there dying.
"Don't be a burden to your sister. Just wait by the roadside and croak!"
They drove off without a second thought. In that moment, my heart turned to stone.
What they didn't know was that I didn't die. Instead, I got adopted by a top-tier professor and became a math prodigy worth tens of millions.
Two years later, when my birth parents went bankrupt and got on their knees begging me for a handout, I smiled coldly and played the recording of their attempted murder...

Some things can be preserved. Some things are meant to stay buried. And some things refuse to stay dead.

Ten years ago, Wren Blackwood made the biggest mistake of her life—she walked away from Jonah Raines without explanation, shattering the future they'd planned together in their small Montana town. Now, she's returned as the Cascade Natural History Museum's new taxidermist, only to discover that Jonah is the museum's director. The boy who once looked at her with adoration now regards her with ice-cold professionalism and a carefully maintained distance.

Jonah Raines built his life on control and order after Wren disappeared. He transformed his heartbreak into ambition, rising through the museum world until he could return home on his own terms. He's spent a decade convincing himself he's moved on. But having Wren back—working in the restoration lab down the hall, her laughter echoing through the silent exhibits, her presence disrupting his carefully constructed peace—proves that some wounds never fully heal.

When a mysterious benefactor donates a priceless 19th-century collection in desperate need of restoration, Wren and Jonah are forced into close collaboration. Working late nights among preserved specimens and forgotten artifacts, the truth begins to surface: Wren didn't leave because she stopped loving him. She left because she loved him too much—and a devastating secret she's carried alone threatens to upend everything.

As they painstakingly restore fragile creatures to their former glory, Wren and Jonah must decide if their relationship deserves the same careful attention. But the past isn't the only thing hunting them. When the collection reveals a hidden mystery tied to the museum's founding—and to Wren's family—they'll have to trust each other with more than their hearts.
In a place dedicated to preservation, can two broken people breathe life back into what they lost?

“You said his name… you said his name while I was fucking you,” Dave’s voice was filled with hurt as he pulled away from Joan, still breathing hard.
Time was supposed to heal what Alex broke, but for Joan, it only taught her how to survive without him.
Years after walking away from a love that hurts too deeply, Joan is forced back into Alex’s realm by a professional collaboration that she can’t refuse. Old wounds reopen, and familiar desires resurface.
For Joan, she knows loving Alex once destroyed her, but wanting him again feels just as reckless.
As desires refuse to stay buried, Joan must decide if protecting her heart is worth denying a love that still feels dangerously real. And Alex must finally face the question he once avoided: Is love enough if you never fought t to keep it?

She baked his pack to perfection for five years, only to overhear she was just the “cheaper version” of his fated mate.

When Alpha Brian slaps her, abandons her in flames, and chooses the villainess who faked everything… Angela walks away, rejects him forever, returns home as the hidden heiress of a powerhouse pack, marries the Lycan King who worships her and watches her ex spiral into madness.

In order to get her family's love, she always pretended to be ugly and dumb. But instead of getting her family's attention, what she got was hatred and disgust.

What's more her family set her marriage, instead of her sister, to a cripple and impotent man.

On the day of her wedding, her own mother came to her and begged her. "Your sister deserves much better. You have to help her!"

Lost in despair, she agreed to meet her family's decision and married to her sister's fiancée.

On her wedding night, her husband looked at her and frowned, "You are too ugly."

So what do you think will happen when she marries to that man? Will she regret or there will be some miracle in her life?

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.

Lu Chen was supposed to die.
The empire remembers him as the cruel noble destined for execution. But now, a struggling writer has awakened in his body and the rules have changed.
[Sin System Activated.]
To survive, Lu Chen must feed on the envy, greed, lust, wrath, pride, sloth, and gluttony of those around him. Every sinful desire they feel fuels his power. But if he dares to be good… the system punishes him.
Now, Lu Chen doesn’t just play the villain he reinvents it. He manipulates, deceives, and dominates, turning the empire into a web of ambition and fear. Allies, enemies, even the heroine no one is safe from his calculated games.
Power is addictive, but Lucian is learning a terrifying truth: the system didn’t choose him to survive. It chose him to become the ultimate monster.
How far will he go when the villain refuses to die?

For the third time, Kael fled before the wedding—this time to deliver medicine to the neighbor girl he grew up with.
As compensation, the pack elders offered me two chests of rare ore and the deed to an island.
Someone, still hopeful, called Kael on speakerphone.
His careless voice echoed through the hall:
“Why bother with compensation? Ella loves me so much; she’ll come around as soon as I go back and sweet-talk her a little.”
“Sophia’s health is what matters now. Once she recovers, I’ll just hold another ceremony for Ella.”
The elders tried to explain, but the surrounding werewolves were all waiting to see the show—waiting to see how much humiliation I would swallow.
Just like the first two times.
But I’d had enough. And I’d lost all interest in Kael.
I kicked over the chest of ore and let my gaze fall on Kael’s uncle.
Then, I smiled.
“I heard the old Alpha left a will: whoever can claim me… becomes the next Alpha.”

"This is a mistake," Ethan whispered, his voice hoarse. "We can't…we shouldn't…"
But his hand lingered on Caleb's arm, his fingers tightening, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern on his skin. Caleb leaned in, drawn by an invisible force, and the space between them closed. He could feel Ethan's breath on his face, the heat in his body, the desperation in his eyes. His own desire was a raging storm inside him, a need so overwhelming it threatened to consume him.
He met Ethan’s mouth, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, a collision of years stolen and unspoken desires. It was a kiss that spoke of pain and longing, of buried secrets and unfinished business. It was a kiss that threatened to unearth everything they had tried so hard to forget.
Ethan groaned into his lips, his fingers tangling in Caleb’s hair, pulling him closer, and Caleb felt himself falling, letting go of everything he thought he was, and sinking into the warmth of the moment, the heat of Ethan’s body, the intoxicating taste of his kiss.

When my own father pinned me against the reef and ripped my scales off one by one, my sister buried herself in my fiancé's arms and cried. "Don't blame my sister. She was born worthless."
Right there in front of everyone, they decided to offer me to the Sea God as a sacrifice. They couldn't even be bothered to send anyone to see me off.
But when I was dragged, half-dead, into the black prison, what came for me wasn't death.
It was the Sea God himself.
He wiped the blood from my tail and said, "Good. Let them keep piling on their sins. I'll make them drop to their knees and beg for your forgiveness."

After Ava lost her voice in a car crash, my brother fled the country overnight.
My parents begged me to take his place and honor the engagement.
For three years, I stayed by her side. I took care of her, helped her through rehab, and waited for the day she could finally speak again.
But at our wedding, my brother came back to stop it.
In front of everyone, my parents pressured me to step aside. "You were only filling in for Ethan in the first place. Now that he's back, it's time to give his fiancée back."
Ava stopped walking toward me and, without a second thought, ran straight into my brother's arms.
Later, she tried to smooth things over in private. She said it was only to test my brother's intentions, and promised that in the end, she would still marry me.
She thought I'd stay right where I was, like I had for the past three years, waiting for scraps.
What she didn't know was that I had already accepted the Godfather's secret appointment. That very night, I boarded a helicopter bound for the North District.
Now that the man she never got over was back, it was time for me to claim the underground empire that belonged to me.

The agony of dragonfire tearing through my flesh still seared my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I touched my reflection. No scorch marks. No melted skin. My eighteen-year-old face stared back.
The door burst open. Zephyra swept in, her dragonfire pendant gleaming.
"Megan, don't be nervous." Her voice dripped honey-sweet. "Even if you can't sense dragonfire, the Dragon God won't judge you harshly."
My father's legitimate daughter. Pure dragonblood. The family's pride.
And me? The bastard. A half-blood who couldn't even conjure a spark.
"The prophecy bond isn't set in stone." Her hand landed on my shoulder, grip too tight. "If Lord Roran feels overwhelming, bond with a lower-tier knight. I'll support whatever you choose."
Support me? The word tasted like ash.
Roran was the empire's youngest Dragon Knight Commander. In my past life, I'd believed her lies and married him.
I thought it was salvation. Instead, I became his shield while he slept with Zephyra.
At Zephyra's ascension ceremony, when a wyvern lunged for her, he shoved me into the beast's path.
The wyvern's claws tore into my abdomen. My unborn child died inside me.
Then came the dragonfire.
Roran unleashed it to save Zephyra. The flames swallowed everything: the beast, me, and the dragon egg I'd carried for months.
Through the agony, I watched him scoop Zephyra up. "Save Zephyra! The child—"
My child was already ash. He mourned hers.
"If I hadn't been pregnant, Megan wouldn't be so jealous..." Zephyra whispered.
"If there's a next life, I'll make this right." Roran's hollow guilt.
Next life?
Your dragonfire burned my child alive. You let me bleed out. And now you want redemption?
Not a chance.

I gave my virginity to a powerful stranger to spite my cheating fiancé, only to discover he's my new boss and my ex's billionaire godfather.
Joann
He fucked my blood sister, I fucked his dad. And now we're even. 
I usually condoned Steven's misdeeds and ignored his red flags—at least the one he made obvious. Because why not? Everyone has flaws, I could deal with it. But cheating on me?? And with my immediate sister? That was the last straw.
I got with a stranger that looked familiar, and in my defense, I was high. Finding out I slept with my ex boyfriend's dad, my head bumped. I was toast! Though it felt like a payback. I tried every possible best to avoid Mr Sanchez. Had sex, moved on, but I couldn't. I'm pregnant! And for a one night stand with my ex's dad. 
This Book is highly erotic. 18+

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

"Omega's are supposed to stay quiet. Omega's are supposed to obey. Omega's are supposed to do EVERYTHING I fucking say!" I lived each day in fear for my life.
I was the pack's slave, tortured, beaten, and treated worse than scum. To my pack- I was a nobody, especially to our alpha-to-be, Alpha Jaxon. But when he finds I am his mate, he takes it upon himself to reject me, and make my life hell. After all, how can a strong alpha be mated to the pack’s scum, right?
One destined night, a visiting pack and a ruthless alpha who no one dares defy may just be my savior. But will he accept me as his mate? A worthless omega from a weaker pack? Or will I be rejected again and become an enslaved she-wolf for the rest of my life?

When they threw me overboard, they thought a man with a broken leg couldn't possibly come back alive. When the floodwaters engulfed the world, turning land into a graveyard, I found a forgotten submarine in the deep sea. From underwater, I built my empire step by step . Not by pity, not by luck. By the time the survivors of this sea finally realized what lay beneath the surface, I no longer needed to hide. They called me the Deep Sea Ghost. I didn't care what they called me. I knew only one thing—from this day forward, this sea was mine to rule.

"Good day, ma’am." He greeted while examining my injured leg.“And here goes someone who doesn’t wear stilettos the right way.”I narrowed my eyes in response to his words, his voice was such a fine one, the sort that would make a woman moan if it meets her ears in night whispers.

Alessandro Greco, a dedicated Italian doctor temporarily transferred to Ivory Coast, crosses paths with Sita Kouassi, an enigmatic African politician and philanthropist harbouring a clandestine life as a spy. Drawn together by circumstance, their initial encounter blossoms into a passionate affair amidst the complexities of love and duty. However, as secrets unravel and betrayals surface, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Can their love endure the shadows of deception and the dangers lurking in the mist, or will the high road they traverse tear them apart?This captivating tale delves into the intricacies of romance, intrigue, and the indomitable power of love in the heart of modern-day Africa.

After discovering her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, Laura decided to get drunk. That night she was with an unknown man who got her pregnant. She doesn't know his name, but he is an engaged millionaire. Now her family abandons her and the mysterious man turns his back on her. How will she be able to raise her baby?

“If our marriage were already claimed before the whole pack, I would make sure your ex-mate was watching as I make you moan my name, showing him the male who can take you past the moon… and make you beg for more until your voice breaks, Elena,” he whispered slowly.

"But… we should stop before someone walks in and sees us like this," Elena murmured, as she pressed back against him.


Elena Monroe once poured her entire soul into helping her mate, Drake Hamilton, the proud Beta of the Crescent Moon Pack, to remember the bond they shared before the accident stole his memories. Instead of returning to her, Drake chose Cassandra Travers, a glittering celebrity with a noble name and a perfect smile.

Then everything exploded.

At Drake's birthday party, Elena faced allegations of drugging and sleeping with him. Humiliated and mocked in front of the whole pack, she was on the brink of disaster when her protector, the male everyone believed was her guardian, pulled her away from the chaos.

The mate bond was cut, and Elena walked away in pieces.

But loss followed her. Two of the people she loved most were taken from her by her ex-mate and his family while she fought to clear her name.

Sorrow transformed into rage.

A reckless night with the man she previously referred to as her guardian sparked an illicit fire neither could extinguish.

Now hidden in a city far from her pack, she is no longer the broken omega they underestimated. She is ready to reclaim her life—and destroy those who dared to ruin it.

But when her ex-mate's memories finally come back, Elena finds herself torn between revenge and a love she ought to avoid.

And this time, her children’s lives hang in the balance.

"Did you ever, even once, imagine yourself loving me?" Sarah posed a hopeful question to Philip.

“Don’t make me laugh, Sarah. Everything between us has been purely about pleasure and business.”

Sarah had harbored feelings for Philip ever since she first saw him in a sports magazine. When his fiancée abandoned him at the altar to elope with another man, Sarah selflessly offered herself as a replacement bride to spare his embarrassment.

After enduring three years of a loveless and toxic marriage, Sarah finally summoned the courage to divorce Philip, who was still pining for his former fiancée.

She vowed to herself that she would find another man who would love, trust, and worship her like a queen. This is what she sought if she were to marry a second time.

A year later, their paths crossed again. Philip confronted Sarah in a ladies’ restroom, demanding, “Do not let other men touch you!”

Sarah remained indifferent; her demeanor noticeably changed. “And what if I do?” she retorted.

Philip’s tone grew menacing, “You won’t like what I’d do.”

Unfazed, Sarah shot back, “Mr. Cornell, I’ve never liked what you’ve done, even in the past. There’s nothing new about that, and please stop whining like a baby,” before turning and walking away, disdainfully leaving him behind.

"the scent of your arousal is driving me nuts. Fuck!”Grayson growled..

"Grayson…., " I moaned his name out breathlessly.

“Cum all over my fingers, baby.” He muttered, his voice thick with desire.....


Althea, a weak omega, has suffered greatly in her foster pack. When her mate, Alpha Cassius, rejects her after taking advantage of her, her life drastically changes.

Heartbroken and distraught, Althea flees and ends up in Alpha Grayson's hands who has also lost his first mate to death. Althea must get over her past traumas and learn to trust again as they become closer. Will their hearts be repaired by their love alone?

Elena Wiltshire's dreams were on the precipice of coming true; she just got accepted into Harvard without the sway of the Wiltshire name! But when her twin sister's engagement to Sebastian Dumont, the wealthiest CEO in the UK, falls through due to her sister's shameless deeds, Elena is forced to take her place to avoid a scandal.
Will Elena crack the surface of the jaded and heartbroken CEO, or live a wedded life of misery?

Sophia Grant has spent her life treated as an outsider by her uncle, CEO of Sinclair Global.
On her 25th birthday, she learns that she’s the legitimate heir to the Sinclair fortune, a secret her uncle, Victor Sinclair, has kept buried for years. He reacts instinctively and chases her out of the family straight into the hands of Ethan, a young tech billionaire who needs to get a multi-billion deal signed with Victor. Would Ethan choose Sophia over his dreams and would Sophia walk away or fight for what her father left for her?

When twenty-four-year-old Jasmine goes through a heartbreak that wrenches her heart out, she vows never to fall in love again. But when Damien St.Vincent saves her life from Vampire ex-fling, her whole world tilts. He comes with an offer, one of union, one she's forced to consider for the sake of her safety.
Damien is the Alpha of the Starlight pack and needs his Luna. And fast, if he's going to keep a curse from destroying the lives of all whom he loves.
And in time, Duty and need turn to Love and devotion in this gruesome yet sweet tale.
But first, they must survive their enemies, before they get to happily ever after.

Will they make it?

The system told me to do good deeds during the apocalypse.
It also said I should redeem the world with love.
I’ve always been quick to take advice. So I raised my blade and struck down every scum of humanity one by one.
The system went berserk, letting out a shrill roar inside my head:
"Ahhh Host! Why are you killing people?! This is wicked! You’ll get your points deducted!"
I flicked the blood off my blade and looked around at the beheaded zombies littering the ground.
There was also the man I’d run through the throat—he’d just pushed a living person out to be eaten by zombies.
My fingertips brushed the word carved into the hilt: Love.
"What’s the problem?" I asked.
"I’m using my love to send them to where they deserve to go. Physical deliverance is also an act of kindness."

Hey mister, can I ask you for a favor? A lady asked with her sweet and intoxicating voice, causing the man who was walking, to turn around and stare at the young lady. Can you be my boyfriend for just one month, and I promise to pay you handsomely. Cecelia said smiling. Her parents had threatened to choose a suitor for her if she didn't hasten her steps and find one for herself.

Chen Edward, the founder of Charles diamond company, agreed to be her fake boyfriend for a month not because he felt like but because his parents were also planning on looking for a lady for him.

Cecelia is an upcoming actress, while Edward is the founder of Charles's diamond company. Edward had a traumatic experience during his childhood, which causes him to shut his mouth, as he goes through different attacks, unaware that it would lead to him being unable to talk.

When their plans start to unravel, will Cecelia fall in with her parents' plans? When feelings get involved will things still work out as they planned?