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Lena Sawyer’s world crumbles in one brutal night when she caught Wes, her boyfriend cheating on her. Heartbroken and reckless, she stumbles into the arms of a stranger—dangerously older, devastatingly powerful, and far too tempting for her own good. One kiss is enough to set her soul on fire.
But when the haze clears, Lena discovers the stranger isn’t just anyone. He’s her new boss. A man with rules carved in stone. A man she has no business wanting—her ex’s father.
Sebastian Lancaster built an empire by controlling everything—and everyone—around him. But Lena tests every boundary he swore never to cross. She’s too young, too forbidden, and far too irresistible.
What starts as stolen glances and simmering tension spirals into nights that blur the line between pleasure and ruin. And the deeper they fall, the higher the risk: his empire, her career, and a desire that could burn them both alive.
Age-gap. Off-limits. Irresistible.

I've signed five blood-bound annulment contracts with my mafia don husband.

Each and every time, he fed me the same line: "When this is over, we'll tie the knot again."

But every single one of those "things" was for the same woman: Seraphina Moretti.
We ended our marital bond for the first time, and I sobbed, begging him to tell me if his love for me had ever been real.

He clamped his hold on my jaw hard enough to whiten his knuckles, enunciating every word coldly: "Elara, that doesn't matter."

When the second annulment rolled around, I was mocked openly at the family gala, labelled a discarded floozy for all the clan to see. I locked myself away in the ensuite bathroom and sliced open my wrists; blood trickled along the tile grout, pooling across the floor like a crimson stream.

My best mate Talia tracked me down to find me trembling. It wasn't the wound's ache making me shake, though—Killian was somewhere on the estate that very night, yet he never bothered to pop by and check on me once.

By the third split, I'd taught myself never to shed a tear in his presence.

On the fourth occasion, I even took it upon myself to ask him flat-out: "What sham do you need me to play along with now?"

He froze for the longest moment, said nothing at all in the end, just curled his hands into tight fists and spun his back on me.

Now we're here for the fifth annulment.

He's fool enough to think he only needs to click his fingers and I'll trot back to remarry him just as I've done all the previous times. What he did not know is this:

This time, I'm disappearing from his life for good.

The son I’d nearly died giving birth to looked me dead in the eye after seven years of calling the woman who ruined my life his mother, and spat: “You’re not even fit to shine Chloe’s shoes.”

My husband Arthur stood right beside him, sneering. “Even your own kid doesn’t believe you. Just accept it.”

I’d always thought if I just humbled myself enough, I might earn even a scrap of pity from this father and son.

I’d fought tooth and nail to get my son back, begged him on my knees to choose me, even when I found out my husband was planning to carve out my kidney alive to keep that woman happy — I still clung to the stupid, desperate hope he’d feel even a flicker of regret.

It broke for good when my seven-year-old son, desperate to please his “new mum”, stuffed the evidence she’d planted to frame me right into the sofa cushions with his own two hands.

That all shattered the night he forced me to kneel and serve for him and that homewrecker while they slept together.

That’s when I saw the flashbacks of how I’d died in my last life.

In that moment, I was done being the doormat everyone trampled into the dirt.

I used to be a national gold medalist in ballet.

Now I’m the 210-pound laughingstock the whole school gawks at.

I starve myself till I pass out, train so hard my knees bleed, and still the weight keeps piling on like it’s got a personal grudge.

Till the day I hear my best friend cackling in the equipment room, voice shaking with laughter:

“No matter how hard she tries, her weight will always be three-quarters of Bruce’s!”

Bruce is the 280-pound deadbeat loser who sleeps through half his classes. And me? I’m stuck to him, tied by some sick system I can’t break.

She stole my Juilliard audition direct pass. Paid guys to shove me, call me names, film me tripping over my own feet and post the clips all over TikTok.

She watches me flounder like a beached whale in the mud, barely holding back her snickers.

But she forgot one thing: mountains don’t run from streams.

They wait for the water to crash into them. And shatter into a million pieces.

Guess what? The bet’s on.

My younger sister scored 8.2. I scored 0.3.
She was the genius. I was the waste-blood Omega..
My parents threw me to the strays.
Said I didn't deserve the Silver Moon name.
Said the slum was where I belonged.
Now I'm awake, with molten gold in my veins.
This time, you'll be the ones begging to take me back.

My husband slaughtered my families, let my own son lash me, and pushed me onto a silver blade to shield his older brother’s wife, Lilith, and also his lover .
He thought I was just a breeding bag and blood bank for pureblood vampires.
He thought the Holy Blood could heal all my wounds.
But he didn’t realize that once the heart is deeply wounded, it can never be healed again...
When his lover stabbed me, he blocked the blade at the cost of his immortality.
But I just want to escape his control forever...

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

I’m Alice, vampire royal princess.
Three years into my father’s affair, my mother got her death sentence.
The Royal Enchanter slammed her fist down, eyes blazing.
“Lokui, are you mad? Hiding your terminal curse from him? You think he’ll weep and repent? Killing yourself to punish a man is pathetic.”
My mother only smiled, her gaze soft and steady on me.
“I don’t want his regret. I’m building my daughter a throne with my death.”

"I planned the kidnapping. If I didn’t ruin her reputation, how would she ever obey me like a puppet and help me get the inheritance?"
All the hopeless romantics’ illusions came crashing down. Right on our wedding day, I learned my own husband was the mastermind behind my abduction.
He stood by and watched his mistress throw acid on me, then locked me in an ice cellar, leaving me to die along with our unborn child.
But I got a second life with a new face. Holding the hidden will in my hands, I came back stronger than ever. I snatched up the billions in family fortune in one fell swoop, leaving him far beneath me.
On his knees, the scumbag begged for mercy. I tossed the divorce papers at him and sneered, "Sign it. Then get ready to rot in prison."

I was three months pregnant when I found out my husband had been cheating with the cousin I had kindly taken in.

My son said he wanted her to be his mom, then shoved me down the stairs and caused me to miscarry.

The day I lost the baby, my husband sat beside my bed. His voice was gentle, soft enough to lull someone to sleep.

“Relax,” he said. “You’ll forget all this pain.”

I closed my eyes and let him plant layer after layer of hypnotic commands in my ear.

“When you wake up, you’ll be an obedient wife.”

Now I watch them living happily ever after as a family of three.

They think I’m nothing but an empty shell.

They have no idea that I’ve already posted this plea for help online:

[HELP] My cousin is wearing my sexy nightgown to seduce my husband, I caught them cheating, and my son calls her “Mom.” But I just feel numb. What am I supposed to do?

He needs a heir for him to acquire his grandfather's property and he wants it without getting into any relationship or marriage after his terrible breakup with his ex girlfriend he vow not to marry.

After trying everything when he doesn't succeed in finding the suitable woman who is going to give him a heir, he personally sets out to find her and then he collides with her she was desperate for something which he promises to give, but keeping his condition of giving him a baby.

She does agree to the proposal but it surely does not end up the way they had planned out.

Will they end up getting married a s times goes on or she will leave his heir and explore her personal life?

"Aren't you afraid to die?" It's a bit odd, but it is what it is.

Paula Mayer, the woman was asked to marry a man with a million secrets. Many people say that Mark Aliston has never been lucky in life.

His mother died saving him in an accident. Then his sister also died because of him. Then his two fiancees who died before their wedding day.

Will Paula also experience the same thing as Mark's two ex-fiancees? And can his second marriage survive to the end?