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Eli Morgan had spent years trying to survive Noah Carter.

Unfortunately, Noah Carter seemed determined to ruin his life.

As The College’s swim captain, campus heartthrob, and his older brother’s best friend, Noah had made teasing Eli his personal hobby, touching him too casually, acting possessive whenever Eli liked someone, and somehow inserting himself into every part of Eli’s life.

And somehow?

Nobody else thought it was weird.

Not even Ethan, Eli’s perfect older brother.

But when Eli finally starts dating someone seriously, Noah’s behavior changes from annoying to dangerous. The teasing becomes jealousy. The casual touches become possessive. And the tension between them becomes impossible to ignore.

"Why do you even care?" I fired at him hotly, my glare burning holes into his gorgeous face. It had been all about the passion and toe curling orgasms that he had given me but now, as I stared into his eyes, all I could feel was a need to slap that face.
Hard. Annoyed, I threw up my hands into the air.
"We are not even in a relationship, for god's sake! So I can fck or go out with any man I dmn please!" Immediately the words left my mouth, I knew at once that I had chosen my words badly.
Damien made no overt move, but his eyes went hard and dark. He began to walk towards me and I retreated in alarm, my pulse accelerating. He continued to stalk to my side until he successfully backed me into a wall. He stopped in front of me and placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. His head came down until he was staring into my eyes.
"That's where you've got it all wrong, bunny," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety timbre sending jolts of arousal to my loins.
"You are mine, you always have been. Make no mistake about that."


Do I have a job that I love so much? Yes.
Do I have a rude, grumpy boss who makes my blood boil and makes me plot ways to kill him and make it look like an accident? Abso-fckng-lutely!
That was me until one misaddressed email came to disrupt everything I have worked for. And then I had to do a favor for the grumpy boss. My name is Cheryl Chastain and I am totally screwed.

"No strings attached, woman! You just have to become my girlfriend for four months," he spat to her face. ***Nathaniel Greene, formidable and invincible man of war. He is a CEO of a very famous company. He is rumoured to be a gay, blamed and threatened, that he had to look for a girlfriend.
Not a real girlfriend because of his dislike to all girls calling them all fake, and unfortunately, even his mother was fake with plastic surgery. He had to hire a girlfriend just to shut the mouth of all the rumors and paparazzi of he being a gay.
And there we have her, Cheyenne Gemflord, a young lady who had been looking for a job not related to killing, prostitution and trafficking, took the job as his girlfriend with a deal of 'no strings attached' in their fake relationship' for four months. As the employer, what would he do to her? As the employee, what would she do to him? How would they end up? Follow me to the story world.

Delia, as the only female Alpha, always suffered from people questioning her, she was used to it, she didn't care, she would use her strength to silence those people.
One day, she met the strongest Alpha Allen, they found that they're mate, but they were disgusted with each other, but because of their own purpose and maintain the mateship, but she was also attracted to her Beta Colin who has a mysterious past.
Colin was rescued by Delia after serious injuries and became her beta, he fell in love with Delia hopelessly, he was unable to say his love because of low self-esteem, he just silently guarded Delia, until his love could no longer be restrained, he confessed his feelings to Delia.
The strongest Alpha Allen who had a beloved one, he loathed Delia who challenged his bottom line, but he would always pay attention to Delia's every move. And the Beta beside her always let him feel the danger.
What will be the final outcome of the confusing relationship between the three? What is the true identity of Colin? Will Delia finally find true love?

What happens when you become hostile to romance? With two lovers parting ways and starting over again.When love suddenly becomes an illusion, only to realize it was never meant to last long.Vivian Blackwood's peaceful life is shattered when her parents are brutally murdered by unknown assassin's.She flees to Carson City with her brother, Nicholas, where she adapts to city life and enrolls in a nearby highschool.
Barely three months after moving to a new residence, Vivian Blackwood gets involved with a domineering Alpha of Stetson Street Pack, Adolphus Creed.Vivian initially rejects Creed's advances as he tries his best in wooing her but to no avail.At last Vivian gives in to pressure and slowly begins to bond with Creed. At first they both seem to be the best of lovers as Vivian officially becomes Creed's mate on the night of the full moon during an informal ceremony with two of them present. But a few months later Creed breaks the news to Vivian that he's ending the relationship.Vivian leaves with a heavy heart feeling used and rejected. Creed opens up another chapter as he starts afresh with his new mate, a highland werewolf, Kayla

~A Night For A Dime, Cash For My Body, My Dignity For Survival

Annabelle Sinclair never believed there is any good left in the world, she's a pessimist who would rather be alone than be with any other, with a heart cold as ice, a face beautiful as Cinderella guys would love to get one taste of her, and she took it to her advantage.

Eva never imagined her life would take such a dramatic turn. Once a college student with big dreams, she became a surrogate to help pay the bills and help her sick mother.

But what she didn't expect was to fall in love with Leonard, the intense and mysterious billionaire who hired her.

Leonard, a man driven by success, never planned to fall in love. Surrounded by wealth and power, he kept everyone at arm's length until Eva came into his life.

As secrets unravel and passions ignite, Leonard must prove his love is more than a contract.

Emily Taylor has three rules:
Don’t date athletes.
Don’t trust a pretty face.
Don’t repeat the mistakes that nearly cost her career.

But when she’s assigned to rehabilitate Westview University’s most notorious lacrosse star, she’s forced to break all three.

Noah Harris is talent wrapped in trouble, reckless, adored, and one scandal away from losing everything. With a season-threatening shoulder injury and the media circling like sharks, he’s given an ultimatum:

Fix your image or lose your scholarship.

The answer?
A fake relationship with the brilliant, pink-loving sports rehab intern who can’t stand him.

For Emily, it’s simple:
Play the part.
Follow the contract.
Earn the once-in-a-generation Johns Hopkins recommendation that will define her future.

Until she meets Noah’s stepbrother.

Quiet where Noah is loud.
Thoughtful where Noah is impulsive.
A man who sees her ambition, not just her beauty and isn’t afraid to pursue her.

Suddenly the fake boyfriend turns territorial.
The teasing becomes charged.
The lines blur.
And touches meant only for the cameras start to feel dangerously real.

When the contract is leaked, the fallout threatens Emily’s career, Noah’s future, and every fragile feeling between them.

Now she must choose:

The safe man who would never break her heart…
or the broken one she was never meant to fall for.

In a season full of injuries, rivalry, and lies,
the most dangerous thing of all might be love.

A lady runs into a forest holding her newborn baby while being chased by vampires because of her smell while her lover is fighting with the other vampire who wants to kill her. Until the lady noticed a house not far away, she did not hesitate to enter so that she can hide. 'who are you?" Elena asked in shock to the woman who suddenly entered her home while she was resting. 'Im sorry friend, please help us even if it's just my daughter, hide her from those who are chasing us" she explained breathlessly. 'You are a mortal !! How did you get in here?" Elena asked again confused. She make a barrier to protect herself from vampires only a witch like her can passsed trough it. 'p-Iease help my daughter I don't know how to answer your question. I lost too much blood already and I don't think I can live long. Please take care of my child and don't leave her. I beg you" the lady sighed before kneeling to hold her child properly. 'alright, if that's what you want" Elena said pityingly "my child you are the sole heir of all my property in our family I will give you a peaceful life even if I am not by your side, take care of this necklace because it will prove that you are the daughter of Alexandra Gonzaga take care of yourself I love you so much and im sorry if I cant be with you. ' Alexandra instructed her daughter before she handed her child to Elena she"s crying non stop. 'Go to the address written on this paper, I beg you to take care of her and please don't let her near to vampires. Thank you very much someday I can pay you for this". Alexandra weakedly closed her eyes with a smile on her face because she knew there was someone who willtakecare of her baby for her. While Elena pack her things and carried the child as she hurriedly left her house using the portal she had made . But she decided that she will take care of this child for a while because no one can protect her in human world except her.

"Ellis," I followed Ellis' gaze, and he was staring at the woman behind me.
"Mate,"
My knees weakened as Ellis whispered the words. I took a step back.
"Ellis, baby," I regained composure and went to him in an attempt to get his attention.
"Mate," he whispered again, ignoring me and looking at Charlotte. I could barely breathe, and all I did was step aside. Ellis took steps forward to her and slowly cupped Charlotte's crying face with trembling hands.
"Hello, mate,"
No, no, no. I silently begged the moon goddess to wake me from this nightmare...


Love Chasia is heartbroken when her boyfriend of ten years finds his mate and chooses her, forgetting the promise he made to stay by her side forever.
The best and only option for her is to leave and never see him again, but what happens when she discovers she's pregnant?
Five years later, they meet in a way they didn't expect. Now, he is her new boss. The passion, love, and lingering feelings they thought were buried come back with full force, especially now that she works in his company.

Dive into in a world of power and passion as we follow Liam Jones, a self-made billionaire with an arrogant edge. Scarred by his mother's heartbreaking betrayal, his strong dislike for women drives him – until he meets Amelia, a mysterious orphan who captivates his guarded heart.

Amelia, grappling with amnesia, mistakes Liam for her true love, igniting an unexpected romance. Little does Liam know, Amelia hides a truth that clashes with his distaste for lies.

Suspense grows as Amelia's memory returns, yet she continues her risky charade, jeopardizing their love. With Andrew, a figure from Amelia's past, in the mix, their destinies collide.

Can Amelia's deception end their love story, or will Liam's feelings survive the trials of truth and lies? Get ready for a captivating saga of passion, secrets, and a love determined to defy the odds, keeping you hooked until the end.

"It's best if you back away now or else my boyfriend will come after you.” I declared then sat on his lap with a proud smile. This was crazy but who cares.

He was stunned by my declaration and was more shocked by the next thing I did when my arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in for a short kiss. Yes, it was meant to be a short kiss, but why was he kissing me back so fiercely and didn't want to break off?

His soft lips left my swollen plump lips when I was out of breath, his magnetic grey eyes staring intently at me. Then he declared. “ Do you want my girlfriend to repeat herself?”


To escape her rich classmates' bullying, wild biker girl Kimberly makes a reckless move...she claims the quiet cripple boy in her class is her boyfriend.

But the boy she chose isn’t just anyone. Julian is the coldest and richest heir in the city, and he just played along.

Now Kimberly is trapped in a dangerous game between Julian and London, the school’s most notorious bully and second-richest heir, who suddenly has his eyes on her.

How will Kimberly, an average girl, survive between two sworn rivals who want to wreak havoc in her life? Why are these rivals attracted to her? Are there mysteries to uncover?

Liam Jones was a self made arrogant billionaire who hated women with passion all because of his mother,who left him and his father after stealing away his father's property which resulted in his father dying of heart attack.

His hatred for his mother affected his love life ,as he refused to ever have anyone in his life until he crossed paths with an orphan called Amelia latest who lost her memory and mistook him for the love of her life.

He started developing feelings for her without noticing it. The second thing Liam hated the most was liars.What happens when Amelia gains her memory and acts like she didn’t?And what will Liam do when he finds out she has been lying to him?

Will everything end when she comes in contact with Andrew who wanted her back in his life?

“Millions of dollars on the table... and you think I’ll let my heir be made in a lab instead of between your thighs?”


Camila Sterling is a liar.
She has to be, if she wants to infiltrate Lucien Hayes’ territory.
He is the ruthless CEO who ruined her life with a night that chained her to a twisted man who calls himself her savior.

Going undercover as an employee of Hayes Corp was step one. She was to blend in, bide her time and wait for her moment… but she ruins it.
Thanks to her impulsiveness and a half-baked plan, she sparks a scandal that lands her in the spotlight as Lucien's girlfriend.

However, Lucien flips the script.

He claims her as his lover, and suddenly, Camila isn’t hiding in the shadows—she’s trapped at the center of a fake romance with the devil himself.

And the closer she gets, the harder it is to tell who’s playing who.
How do you destroy a devil you are starting to crave?

Let me tell you how I ended up fake-dating Formula 1’s most infamous bad boy—it wasn’t my idea.

One minute I’m Sloane Hart, a sharp PR specialist who turns shattered reputations around. The next, I’m signing a contract to play girlfriend to Sebastian Vale, the F1 champion branded reckless and cruel after a devastating on-track crash. My role seems simple: pose for paparazzi, stand beside him at events, and rewrite his toxic public image.

But nothing about Sebastian is simple. His intense blue eyes hold a hunger no fake relationship should spark. His quiet touches linger long after cameras fade. Every stolen moment blurs the line between the script we’re selling and something dangerously real.

I soon learn Sebastian didn’t choose me randomly. He orchestrated every detail—the crash, the media firestorm, the contract binding us together. I was never just his PR fix. I was the prize he’d been chasing all along.

Trapped in the glittering, cutthroat world of F1, where secrets hide behind million-dollar smiles and flashing cameras, I discover the truth: Sebastian doesn’t want a temporary girlfriend. He wants me—all of me.

Michael Morris has found the perfect girl in Allison Kennemore--she is sweet, funny, beautiful, and everyone thinks they're so cute together. But Michael is lying to himself. His problem is compounded when he meets Allison's charming, handsome, and openly gay sibling Jacob.

When Allison discovers that Michael is more interested in Jacob than he is in her, she is devastated. To get back at him, she pretends to be ignorant of his secret and ramps up her seduction to make him squirm. Michael spent most of his teens denying his true self and has learned to hide it well. When Jacob proves to be too much of a temptation, Allison tells him she wants to take their relationship to the next level.

Unfortunately, being Allison's perfect boyfriend is the only way Michael can get closer to the one he really wants. If he tells Alison the truth, he might lose his only link to Jacob. When Jacob starts to notice him as Allison pushes for more, Michael will have to decide if he is ready to embrace his true self or lose his opportunity to make a true connection with someone who wants him as himself.

Vivienne has always felt small. At home, she’s trapped in pain she can’t escape. At school, she hides in the shadows, counting the days until she can finally be free. But one choice shatters everything, leaving her broken and more alone than ever.

Then there’s Rafael. Dark. Untouchable. The boy everyone talks about but no one really knows. He should be the last person Vivienne gets close to, yet she can’t look away. He pulls her in with a kind of danger that feels both terrifying and safe, like he sees the parts of her no one else can.

But Rafael carries secrets—secrets that could destroy them both. And the closer Vivienne gets, the harder it is to tell if he’s her way out… or the reason she never escapes.

CAUTION: Be ready for shameless pleasure that never stops. This story is a violation of moral, not for the faint hearted. A glance is enough to make you cum.

He was supposed to be my way out, but he was the one who pushed me into the pit all along.
I used to think Carter was the one good thing in this hellhole of a high school. He'd stand up for me when the whole class mocked my stutter. He'd hand me a clean jacket when my locker got stuffed with dead rats.
For him, I gave up my Ivy League dreams, willingly settling for some mediocre state university.
Until that Friday outside the locker room, when I heard him brag to his teammates and the head cheerleader—the same girl who'd led the charge in tormenting me—about his "conquest" in the most casual tone imaginable.
Turns out, I was just the prize in their sick bet.
In that moment, everything I'd believed in shattered.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just quietly changed my college application, and then, at the height of their triumph, I watched with cold eyes as they destroyed themselves.

I was ruined overnight… so I made a deal with the one man no one expected.

I trusted my best friend and that was my first mistake.

I had it all, until Sarah Dean drugged me, framed me, and destroyed my reputation overnight. Then the whole school thought I was a liar and a cheat. Even my boyfriend walked away.

Then Justin Chamberlain walked in. The gorgeous young hockey coach made me an offer: pretend to be his girlfriend, and everyone would start believing me again.

It was just a performance. A way to get revenge.

Until the lines blurred, until the fake feelings became real and until I realized that the person I was pretending to love might be the only one who ever saw me clearly.

Fake relationship. Real revenge. And a love story I never saw coming.

One reckless night and a secret that changes everything.
When Maureen discovers she’s pregnant after a fleeting encounter, she chooses to raise her child alone, no matter the cost. Years later, she takes a contract job as the pretend girlfriend of Liam, a young billionaire CEO. Their Connection is undeniable, but Maureen hides the truth about her child.
Liam’s mother who had always been against their relationship, found out and exposes Maureen’s secret. The truth about Maureen’s child shatters the fragile bond between her and Liam. Hurt by her silence, Liam feels betrayed, while Maureen battles with guilt and fear of losing the man she had come to love. Just as they begin to drift apart, Maureen learns the shocking truth: Liam is the stranger from that night.
Now, with love on the line, secrets laid bare, and her fear of Liam’s domineering mother:
Would she want to reveal to Liam that he is the father of her child?
Will the past destroy their chance at a future?
Will they find their way back to each other?

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I followed him when I was eighteen, always thinking I was different from others. Later, he brought back a girl, shy and timid, so much like how I used to be. Watching him shower the girl with all his care, it was then that I realized, I was never a special presence, that girl was. In the tenth year of following him, I decisively chose to leave.
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“Hate me all you want, Mackenzie…”
His lips brushed her ear, low and lethal. “But you’ll still beg to be ruined by me.”

She took his future with a single photo.
Now he wants everything from her—body, mind, control.

Mackenzie Lanka thought college would be her fresh start. New campus. New name. A shot at the internship of a lifetime. But when the dark, dangerous boy from her past reappears with a smile sharp enough to draw blood, everything unravels.

Tony “Anaga” Zacks—the ex-golden boy turned walking scandal—has one goal: make Mackenzie his. Not because he’s forgiven her, but because revenge tastes better when it’s slow… and dirty.

His deal is simple.
Pretend to be his girlfriend. Obey the rules. Don’t fall for the enemy.

But nothing about Tony is simple. Not his touch. Not his demands. And especially not the way he breaks her down with a look and sets her on fire with a single word.

Every kiss is punishment.
Every lie is layered in lust.
Every time she says no, her body says please.

As secrets bleed into obsession and the line between hate and want disappears, Mackenzie’s not sure if she’s his puppet… or his prize.

And the worst part? She might just love the pain he brings.

This isn’t a love story.
It’s a war of hearts, heat, and control.
And someone’s going to surrender naked.


You Ruined My Life, Now Be My Girlfriend—where hate fucks hard and love might not survive it.

Pedro Hernandez spent seven years away from Los Angeles and after the death of his father, Maxwell Hernandez, he can finally return home. With Max's death, Pedro feels relief and freedom, after living a lonely life, trapped in Madrid, a city he hated, far from the people he loved. However, everything he knew is completely different and now he must adapt to the city again while taking on the responsibility of being the CEO of his father's company, something Max considered "The Hernandez Empire". His reunion with old acquaintances after so many years may bring back memories. Pedro faces a reality check when he meets Adrielle, his old girlfriend, someone he was forced to leave behind, married to Leonard Williams, a mysterious man who could threaten the stable life of the Hernandez family. Torn apart by anger, resentment and hurt feelings, Pedro is burdened with yet another conflict: Leonard is not only his love rival, but also the heir to the estate left by Max. The tension and anger grow with each passing moment, as Pedro tries to deal with Leonard, take over the company and make up for the years stolen from him. Pedro is no longer the same man who left Los Angeles seven years ago, there is resentment and anger surrounding his heart. With Max's death, he has a second chance to live alongside the people he loves, but he still wants answers to all the evil caused by his father. Is Pedro really willing to discover all of Max's secrets? How many tears can love endure?

Extreme cold descended suddenly, with temperatures approaching minus eighty degrees Celsius.

My girlfriend tricked me into leaving the temperature-controlled fortress I had built with all my savings. She took her whole family and her lover and took over the place, leaving me, a cripple, to be left to die in a blizzard.

They sat around my fireplace eating top-grade Wagyu beef, declaring they would watch me freeze into an ice sculpture.

But what they didn't know was that, locked out, I turned around and dialed the number of the most brutal outlaw in the apocalypse.

I don't want the billion-dollar supplies and the houses; all I want is for their whole family to be trapped in this inescapable, icy hell, unable to live or die.

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document.
Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine.
The only rule? Don’t fall in love.
I broke it. He didn’t.
So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone.
But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me.
He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door.
How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly.
The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved.
He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand—but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting.
The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it.
Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back.
Now, with her daughter’s life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she’s kept buried for so long rise to the surface?
The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?"

Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze.

"Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?"

Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck."

"Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?"

Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg."

Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name."

He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?"

"Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing."

He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.

In my past life, I squandered all my wealth to support my fiancée's family, but when the extreme heat of the apocalypse arrived, she and her lover broke my legs, brutally drained my marrow, and devoured me alive.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the seven days before the apocalypse.

This time, I will never repeat the same mistake.

I decisively kicked away these cold-blooded parasites, canceled all my credit cards, and, with the true love who died to save me in my past life, built an indestructible, top-tier temperature-controlled fortress.

As global temperatures soared, Los Angeles became a scorching inferno, and the fiancée's family couldn't even get a sip of dirty water, ultimately being forced to resort to cannibalism and killing each other.

And I, sitting in a 22-degree air-conditioned room eating chilled watermelon, coldly watch this bloody live broadcast of dogs fighting each other.

The fires of hell have been lit, and your judgment has only just begun.

Seven years ago, Mara Vale signed a confession for the man she loved.

Grant Mercer promised it was the only way to save their future. He said the hit-and-run was an accident, that his family would hire the best lawyer, that she would be home before their baby learned to walk. Instead, Mara gave birth in prison, lost her son to Grant's polished lies, and watched him build a new life on the story of being ruined by a criminal ex-fiancee.

Now Mara is free, broke, and trained in the one craft no one in Grant's glittering world respects until they need it: the restoration of damaged photographs, burned paper, and things people thought were too ruined to speak.

When Grant's wealthy new wife hires Mara to save the Hart family archives, Mara steps into a house built on reputation, money, and locked boxes. Inside those boxes are old newspapers, altered confessions, receipts, signatures, and ashes that remember the truth better than any person dared to.

Grant stole Mara's name, her son, and seven years of her life. He is about to learn that some things cannot return to what they were, but they can still be restored.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

At the school's field day, my six-year-old son pointed straight at me and shouted for everyone to hear, "I'd rather be alone than with her! She's the worst mom in the world!"
He hated that I couldn't afford expensive toys, hated that we lived in a tiny apartment, hated that I was just a useless woman.
Then he turned and ran straight into the arms of the woman who destroyed my family, calling her name in the sweetest voice, just because she handed him an ice cream.
My ex-husband leaned against his luxury car, sneering, "Nora, if you admit you were wrong, I'll let you come back. We can get married again."
Looking at their smug faces, I finally let go of the hands I'd been gripping tightly for four years.
"All right," I said, smiling as I signed away custody, "Since you two love each other so much, I hope you and your perfect little family enjoy every minute together."
They thought I was playing hard to get, but they had no idea—this time, I really meant it.

"Hey, easy on the thrusts, I can barely stand."

Inside a top-tier nightclub in Los Angeles, the heavy bass was making the floorboards vibrate. I took advantage of the crowd and pressed tightly against the girl in front of me.

She was wearing a strapless, tight little black dress, her hands waving in the air, her perfectly shaped ass shaking wildly to the beat.

God help me, she was completely commando under that dress!

What excited me even more was that she didn't reject my advances at all; instead, she started actively accommodating them.

My buddy Ron had been a miserable wreck for days, whining about how some young girl had scammed him out of his cash.
After pressing him for details, I found out the girl worked at a massage therapy parlor.
Fired up with the idea of getting some payback for my brother, I headed over to this "blind massage" joint...
Only to find myself tumbling headfirst into the very same honey trap.

After I took in my first love, she promised she'd always be good to me.
But after my mother died in a car accident, I found her in our home—with another man.
She told everyone Colin was her true love, that I was just a little brother she never wanted, and that I was the one who couldn't let go.
Everyone turned against me. My father had a stroke from the rage. Colin even had someone run me over—cost me an eye.
Seven years later.
I stood outside a convenience store holding flowers when I saw them.
Audrey's daughter looked at me with pity. "Mom, that man only has one eye... Is he selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

I’m Emily, a criminal investigator in Emerald City. After a vice crackdown, I refused a transfer—only to realize someone was tailing me on my way home at night…

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

My grandfather was a thief.

He did not steal money.

He stole my grandmother's name, her return papers, and the life that should have carried her out of the mountains.

Fifty years later, his granddaughter sat across from me in a law firm interview and smiled like the world already belonged to her.

I opened her file, saw the family name, and closed the folder.

"You didn't pass."

Clara Whitman-Harlan had been called graceful because no one had ever seen what it cost her to stay quiet. For ten years, she made Grant Harlan look like a man who had built an empire by discipline and vision. She hosted the dinners, calmed the vendors, moved money before payroll became a headline, and remembered which investor had a daughter with asthma and which supplier hated lilies. She kept every thank-you note, every invoice, and every awkward receipt that proved the Harlan fortune had not grown from Grant's charm alone.

Then a pregnant employee appeared in his calendar. Grant denied the affair. His mother blamed Clara for the child she had never had. The other woman smiled like innocence in a white dress. At a charity gala packed with donors, suppliers, family friends, and investors, they prepared a family trust for Clara to sign, supposedly for an unborn baby, quietly designed to transfer Clara's homes, dividends, and company rights into another woman's hands. They thought Clara would protect their name one last time. They forgot she had spent a decade protecting herself.

t the most expensive medical charity gala in Manhattan, Avery Hale came in through the service corridor because she hated cameras. She wore a black dress without a label, carried her own coat, and kept her name off every donor wall.

That was the point. For seven years, Avery had hidden the money she made from film scores and documentary royalties inside an anonymous foundation that paid for surgeries, trials, and second chances for children whose families had run out of all three. She had built Second Dawn quietly because quiet was the one thing her old family had never been able to take from her.

Then the Mercers saw her.

The parents who had adopted her and discarded her. The golden son they had asked her to fund, praise, and disappear for. The family that once called her selfish for wanting college now called her a fraud for standing in a room she had paid to build.

They thought Avery had slipped into the gala to beg. They thought the powerful man watching from the edge of the ballroom was only another rich stranger. They thought public shame would make her small again.

They were wrong about every part of her.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

"What the hell, it even has haptic vibration feedback? Are they seriously making these things this realistic now?"

Taking advantage of my roommate being out on a sales call, I tossed this ridiculously expensive "high-end realistic doll" onto my bed.

Watching her body tremble slightly, almost uncontrollably, the twisted fire in my gut burned even hotter.

"Baby, here I come!"

At the company's annual client appreciation dinner, I was the one in charge of booking the venue.
To save the company money, I picked my aunt's upscale restaurant with a skyline view. Since we were family, she only charged us at cost. When I posted the details in our Slack channel to confirm with the team, no one had any objections—except for the intern, who slowly tagged me in the chat:
[Arthur, I don't mean anything by it.]
[I just want to ask—how big a kickback did you get for booking your family's restaurant?]
[After all, the money for this dinner is coming out of our bonus pool.]
[So you should return that money to the rest of us, right?]
The other coworkers started liking the message and chiming in to support him.
So I dropped the whole thing on the spot and handed the task over to that intern, who loved talking about "fixing workplace injustice."
Then the night of the dinner came.
From the CEO all the way down to the investors, everyone was pinned on the deck and searched by armed Coast Guard officers.
The most important client contact collapsed from a heart attack on the spot and was airlifted by helicopter straight to the ICU, costing the company a multimillion-dollar enterprise cybersecurity contract.

I am the nameless corpse dumped in an alley, left without a head or limbs.
My mother is the lead detective on the case.
She stood outside the crime scene tape, pinching her nose in disgust. "Another street rat who got what she deserved. Just like my own useless daughter—always out running wild."
I hovered above, watching her step over my mutilated body, cooing gently into the phone with my stepsister—while the last call I made to her for help, the night I died, went unanswered.
Not until the medical examiner pried the bloodstained birthday necklace from my stiff fingers.
Not until forensics restored the audio file on my phone, and my final desperate plea echoed out: "Mom, help me..."
Only then did Detective Sarah—Chicago's coldest cop—collapse in front of that pile of "trash," her wail of grief tearing through the night.

For seven years of marriage, I've been silent in front of my wife.
It's not that I don't have anything to say; it's just that she can hear everyone's voice—except mine, which seems to trigger her sensitivity.
I've tried everything to change my voice, even going under the knife to fix my vocal cords.
But no matter how hard I try, she just ends up in pain, covering her ears.
I've broken down countless times, feeling like I've let her down.
Until the day of our daughter's birthday.
My daughter stood at the front door, grinning, and said, "Mom, can I pretend to be voice-sensitive like you?"

The year I loved Edward the most, I was envied by everyone in Copper Valley.
They called me the priceless treasure in the palms of my father and my husband.
I was the most precious pregnant woman in the whole Copper Valley.
But before Christmas, when I went to give my husband a surprise, I saw him kissing the cheek of Angela, the daughter of my father's lover.
His friends praised his high-handed means, athat he could actually persuade me to have a fake marriage with him.
"Fake marriage?" I frowned.
Edward told them, "Lucy has everything. Angela has been a bastard for more than twenty years. I should compensate."
I left the club in despair and then replied to the mysterious text message on my phone.
[I can accept you as the nominal father of my child.]

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.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

"Mmm... Tyler... I can't take it anymore..."

My wife's sexy best friend panted heavily in my private training room, her previous tough talk completely gone.

"Giving up already? We haven't even started." I grabbed her tiny waist, flipped her over, and pushed her back into the set. "Again. We're nowhere near done."