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In Nocturne Haven, widowhood is not a status.
It is a sentence.
The moment a husband dies, the bells toll and the Collectors come.
By law, a widow ceases to be human.
She becomes property….branded, displayed, sold before the next sunrise.
Samantha Vail never believed the old stories.
Until her husband’s blood soaked her wedding gown and the city condemned her in a single midnight chime.
Now she stands on the block in the House of Ashes and the sanctuary, the last lot of the Night of Claiming, and the highest bid belongs to Kane Draven: the man every shadow fears.
He didn’t come for a widow.
He came for a debt.
Yet one look at the woman who refuses to lower her eyes,and something long dead inside him stirs.
He claims her for vengeance.
He keeps her for desire.
He will lose her to the only law stronger than his own:
in Nocturne Haven, loving what you bought is punishable by death.
A dark, intoxicating romance about possession, power, and the one curse no one saw coming…..the moment a monster falls in love with the only thing he was never meant to touch.

Aurora who pretends to be her twin sister, Arabella, returns back to Harryson Mansion and couldn't help but fall in love with him.

Meet Willow Harryson, the richest young business man in the whole of Europe. A handsome yet cold heartless man who is every woman's dream and a Mafia Lord.

But he has a dark secret. He needs a special kind of Lady who will break his whole family's one thousand years curse.

Will Aurora carry on with her revenge?

Did Arabella lie or not?

What was the Curse place on Willow and his entire family?

Silas grabbed a shotgun from the corner of the room. I stood beside him, my heart pounding in my chest. We moved cautiously towards the door, our bodies tense. The door burst open, and the creature stood in the doorway, its eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity. It was larger than before, its form more defined. Behind it, several other creatures emerged from the darkness. Fear turned into adrenaline as we faced our enemies. This was it. The moment of truth. where shadows creep longer and secrets run deeper, lies the sleepy town of Willow Creek. Elara, a city-bred woman, found herself thrust into this world of ancient evil, her ordinary life shattered like glass. As she delves deeper into the town's enigmatic history, she and her unlikely ally, Silas, uncover a web of darkness woven through generations. A secret society, a forgotten prophecy, and creatures of unimaginable horror emerge from the shadows, forcing Elara to confront her worst fears and discover a strength she never knew she possessed. Bound by a fragile hope and a fierce determination to survive, Elara and Silas navigate a world where the line between human and beast blurs. Their love story, forged in fire and fear, becomes a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. Yet, as their bond deepens, so too does the danger. With every revelation, the stakes rise, and the battle for the soul of Willow Creek becomes a desperate struggle for survival.

"You lied about not caring," he said, his voice rough. Breathless. "You lied about not wanting this. You're probably lying about Arthur too."
His hips slammed against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin mixing with my broken moans and his harsh breathing.
I couldn't answer. Couldn't form words through the pleasure and the guilt and the overwhelming sensation of being taken. Claimed. Possessed in a way I'd never experienced before.
"Tell me the truth," he demanded. "Tell me he never touched you like this. Tell me he never fucked you. Tell me I'm the first one who matters."


Five years ago, my husband Arthur banished me to Russia after discovering my forbidden love for my stepson, Adrian. Fate had other plans for me, and in exile, I became an assassin.
Twenty-nine missions, not a single failure.
Now, with Arthur gone, I have no choice but to return and face the scandalous, taboo romance I left behind. But I am no longer the woman I was five years ago, and I have no idea if Adrian is still the man I once loved.
I accepted an assignment to assassinate a congressman, only to discover during the mission that he is deeply connected to Adrian in ways I never expected.
The closer I get to my target, the more blurred the lines become between duty and desire. In a world where love is lethal, will I survive my own heart?

After we divorced, I went to a psychiatrist when I felt that I needed to be fixed. The doctor said it was called Stockholm Syndrome, the violence that had bound me for the past three years had to end immediately, but my ex-husband Andrew always chased me everywhere.

For three years, Mara Ellis raised twins for a dead man.

Then the comments appeared in the air.

They said Caleb Ward was alive.

They said he was about to marry another woman.

They said Mara was only the abandoned side character who would show up too late.

Mara folded one more tiny shirt, looked at her sleeping children, and decided the story had never met a mother with overdue bills.

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my bathtub lay the corpse of his pregnant wife.
He ordered me to help him dispose of the body and cover up the crime. My only thought was to stall until my husband got home.
That is, until he spoke—and revealed the root of this massacre. Everything was my husband's fault.

"You good-for-nothing should get out and save your food rations. I'll use your truckload of supplies for you!"

The man-eating scarlet spores swept through the town. My good brother locked the security door tightly and locked me in the corridor filled with blood mist.

He stared intently at me through the peephole, waiting to see the horrific sight of my internal organs being drained by the fungus.

But a second before I was devoured by the spores, I hid in my personal space and with a single thought drained the last drop of water and every grain of rice from the room.

Three days later, in this impregnable "vacuum tomb".

When he was so thirsty that he swallowed blood, and knelt on the ground desperately pounding on the door.

I kicked the door open, tied him up with nylon rope, and hung him upside down in the blood-red storm outside the window.

Ever since Her Majesty the Queen fell gravely ill, the entire dragon realm had been teetering on the brink of collapse.
In that precarious moment, it was I who held the throne together, heartbroken yet unyielding.
I depleted my magic without reservation to repair the realm's protective barriers, working through endless nights to brew life-sustaining elixirs for the Queen.
Yet when the Dragon Legion finally drove back the abyssal demons, what awaited me wasn't victory—it was a fatal blade.
My magic was shredded apart. The soul core in my chest was ripped out by a pair of familiar hands.
In my final moments, I saw the face of the one holding the knife.
My newly wedded husband, Drystan.
And beside him, pulled tight against his chest, was my half-sister Vespera.
"You're brilliant, Vespera." Drystan turned the faintly glowing core over in his palm. "A single forged love letter, and this fool willingly died defending our dying realm. Now even her core is mine."
Vespera nestled against him, emerald eyes glittering with greed. "Once you absorb this power, we'll return to the throne together. You'll still be the Empire's Crown Prince, and I'll wear the Crown Princess's coronet. As is only right."
Amid this sickening pledge of betrayal, I drew my last breath.
When I opened my eyes again, cold gray stone vaulting stared back at me.
I had returned to the day news of Drystan's death in battle reached the capital.
One glance toward the corner of the great hall told me everything.
That man stood there wearing a cold iron mask, posing as my dear sister Vespera's sworn personal knight.
You want to drain me dry? Steal my soul core?
Dream on.

She’s a widow by day, a wild biker by night. Two ruthless men want her. Only one will own her in the end.

Carlotta Russo survived her marriage to the cruel Alpha Dante—now, at just eighteen, she’s a widow with scars and secrets. By daylight, she keeps her head down, playing the good girl everyone wants to break. But after dark, she becomes a legend on the city’s underground racetrack—leather-clad, fearless, riding her bike like she’s running from hell itself.

And hell is coming for her—twice.

Gabriel, the school’s dangerous king, wants her on her knees, desperate for his touch.
Paxton, the cocky, blue-eyed street racer, wants her screaming his name, begging for more.

They don’t just want her. They want to own her.

Tonight, the rules are simple—first to catch her, first to claim her. The loser walks away.
The winner gets Carlotta in his bed. All night. No limits.

“You want a taste, Gabriel?” Paxton smirks, eyes dark with hunger. “Beat me on the track. Winner takes her home.”
Gabriel’s grin is pure sin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you forget you ever belonged to another man.”

Carlotta’s heart races almost as fast as her bike. She should run. She should fight. But every wicked promise, every hungry glance, makes her body ache for more.

In the dark, between burning engines and hotter hands, she’s the prize in a game that will break every rule—and maybe her.

Widow. Biker. Bad girl in the making.
Tonight, Carlotta will be claimed.
But when the sun comes up, who will she be calling Daddy?
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"Come see our wedding invitations!" I excitedly held up the document folder I'd grabbed from ,my fiancé, Lorenzo's study, showing it off to his men in his private safe house on the Upper East Side.

Lorenzo and I had been running ourselves ragged this month preparing for the wedding.

Lorenzo's guys raised their glasses, waiting to see our custom-designed invitations. I eagerly turned the folder upside down—

Marriage certificates, wedding photos, and a property transfer document came tumbling out onto the floor.

Dead silence.

"Oh, these aren't our invitations..." I was still grinning foolishly. "Must be the wrong folder."

"Let me see which lucky lady is about to become a happy bride."

I looked down at the wedding photo. A beautiful brunette woman in an elaborate white gown smiled from the center of the picture, looking so blissful, so content.

When my eyes shifted to the groom beside her, my world collapsed.

It was Lorenzo. He wore a perfect black tuxedo, but he was tenderly embracing a woman I'd never seen before.

My husband, Marco, in his bid for the position of Don, was forced to marry the young widow of the previous Don, Claudia.
Every night, after returning from Claudia’s place, he would hold me and swear, "You’re the only woman I love, Elena. Claudia has the connections I need. Once I have real power and secure my position, I’ll make you my wife in name and in public."
But as I waited for him to rise to power, what started as a political act turned into nights where he simply never came home.
Then, on Christmas, I was dragged to their engagement party—where I was beaten in front of everyone.
Our six-year-old daughter, Sophia, knelt on the floor, crying and begging him, "Godfather, please, let my mommy go..."
But Marco stayed silent.
"It’s okay," I whispered, picking up my wounded daughter. "Mommy’s going to take you somewhere that truly belongs to us."
What Marco never knew was this: I never cared about being the Donna of this small city.
I am the only heir of the Rossi family—the most powerful Mafia family in all of Sicily.

I had just found out I was pregnant when my husband handed me the divorce papers.

He looked at me with pure disdain. "You're not even worthy of me. Abort the child and get out!"

In the end, on the very night of his grand wedding to his "true love," I was crushed in a horrific car accident.

It was only when he held my death certificate that he realized his love for me had already pierced his very soul.

Years later, I returned with a new identity and my twin toddlers in tow, only to be cornered by that same madman.

"I don't know you, sir. Please show some self-respect," I said coldly.

He trapped me against the wall, his voice trembling. "Is that so? Then tell me... why do your children have my blood running through their veins?"

"Give birth to my child, then get out."

With those words, Sean’s kiss fell brutally, ripping Susan’s nightgown open.

His fingers pressed against her clitoris. Sean flipped her over, pinning her under him. His swollen, turgid member quickly found her secret path. He thrust in violently.

Susan broke into a cold sweat. Sean nipped her ear. "Does it feel good? Is this what you like? I’ll make you pregnant, but you can’t stay by my side—this position is reserved for Victoria."

——

Years ago, Susan saved Sean and earned the chance to marry him. But she was damaged in that accident and couldn't conceive. She took countless hormone injections, losing her figure and becoming ugly. Finally, she could get pregnant, only to catch Sean cheating with the young, hot Victoria.

"In that case," Susan said, "let’s divorce."

Susan was bloated and had been a housewife for three years with no skills. Yet, she chose to divorce, even though she couldn't take her own child with her...

“Evelyn, I can make you feel more fucked and satisfied than your ex-husband ever could.”

As the rhythm of our bodies quickened, I groaned and grasped the hair of the man above me. Ryan’s hand gripped and tormented my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipple, while his other hand pressed urgently against my clitoris.

“No matter who you were in the past, you belong to me now. Only to me.”

——

Evelyn had planned to announce her pregnancy on her wedding anniversary, but what awaited her was only the betrayal and humiliation of her husband, Damian.

Evelyn chose to walk away and pick up her drawing pen once more, reclaiming her lost glory in the fashion design world step by step.

But Damian quickly regretted his actions. Unable to control himself, he called her, yet the person who answered was not Evelyn—

“Hello, I am her current husband. You are interrupting us having sex.”

——

Evelyn thought she would never love anyone again. But the mysterious and powerful man known as Mr. K, who pulled her from the abyss, provokes her senses and challenges her emotional boundaries again and again.

"Look at me, feel me. It's me inside your pussy." Alexander lifted my hips, adjusting for a deeper position. "You're so goddamn wet."

I felt the powerful, rhythmic thrusts of his cock, forcing me to cry out Alexander's name.

"Fuck, it's me. The me who should have claimed you ten years ago."

—

Her daughter was dead, yet Eleanor's husband, who had been unreachable all day, was in the living room playing with their son and her stepsister, Claudia. The moment the hospital pronounced her daughter dead, Claudia posted a photo on Facebook—the three of them watching a meteor shower together.

Eleanor chose divorce and decided to restart her career. Just when she thought she would be alone forever, Alexander stormed into her world. He saved her from disaster and slowly seduced her into falling in love. But she gradually realized that perhaps he knew her much earlier than she thought—and that everything was premeditated...

"Let’s divorce."

After three years of marriage, my husband’s true love has returned. He ended our three-year marriage with his own lips. Just like that, I was ruthlessly abandoned, and everyone is laughing at my misery.

I hid the news of my pregnancy and vanished from his world completely. I thought my sacrifice would give him the happiness he wanted. I never expected that when we met again, my ex-husband would confront me with bloodshot eyes.

"Whose child is this?"

——

As for the story after I left, I heard a different version. From the moment I disappeared, my ex-husband went insane searching for me all over the world...

A mysterious old man’s visit flips Yvette’s world, transforming her from a chaos magnet into a magic academy student. She thought the trouble was over. She was wrong.

Fumbling into forbidden zones, Encountering a man riding a dragon, and being brutally betrayed by her closest friends, Yvette is now a target—battered, bruised, and caught in endless trouble.

Then, he arrives.

A man so breathtakingly gorgeous he radiates power. He is done hiding. Stepping into the light, he chooses to face St. Daye Academy, vowing to stand by Yvette’s side forever...

She's his baby sister's best friend. He's her childhood crush.
They both know its forbidden, and hearts will be crushed if they pursue their desires, but can they resist? Or will they risk everything?

Livie---My first kiss with James
“Fuck it.” He growled, then grabbed my face and kissed me. Hard.
I gasped in shock, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, massaging my tongue with his. My body was on fire as he pulled me closer to him, pressing my body against his.
Moving his hands from the sides of my face, he ran his fingers through my hair before grabbing it in his fist, tugging just enough to make me want more.
Every nerve in my body was begging to be touched,

James---My second kiss with Livie
“Livie, wait.” She turned, locking eyes with me, and I knew then I had to have her.
“You know this is a terrible idea,” I said as I closed the distance between us.
She shook her head, saying, “I don’t care.”
We stood there, eyes locked, the intensity between us growing.
Finally, I pulled her to me as I dipped my head down, allowing my lips to reach hers.
As she deepened the kiss, I knew there was no way I could resist this woman.

"Me? Confessing to him? He’s not even worthy."

The second before I was supposed to confess to the school hunk, my memories came flooding back. The "idiot" was gone. I snapped back at him instantly.

"Is this ugly fool crazy today? How dare she talk to him like that? Does she have a death wish? Hahaha!" The crowd jeered.

I looked at my mocking classmates, my gaze turning ice-cold.

They had no idea. I was the Perfect Subject—the crown jewel of Organization X. Bred for peak intelligence and physical perfection, mastering more skills than they could count.

But the Organization got greedy. They wanted to harvest my genes to create a mindless army, turning me into a mere object. I slaughtered them all and escaped, but not before being hit by a top-secret toxin that left me in a "foolish" state for three long years.

For three years, I was the school's punching bag. The "ugliest girl," the "local idiot," the one everyone stepped on.

Campus bullying? Assassins from the Organization? Every bottom-feeder thinks they can trample over me.

They have no idea who they’re messing with.

Now that I’ve awakened, whether it’s the school bullies or the shadows of the Organization—I’m going to make every single one of them pay. Tenfold.

For seven long years, I failed to make my husband love me.
Instead, he betrayed our marriage, slept with my best friend, and even got her pregnant!

Having had enough of the heartbreak, I walked away and filed for divorce.

I made him the laughingstock of the entire city. But the moment I stepped out of the kitchen, his jaw dropped. Free from the chains of a housewife, I am a CEO, a master mixologist, a world-class designer, and a woman with countless powerful suitors lining up.

Now, he's begging for me back. But honey, you're not even qualified to stand in my line.

"Phantom, don't blame me for being heartless. This is the Organization's decision." My teammate looked at me coldly. "Cooperate, and you might live. But even if we only take back your corpse... it makes no difference."

Countless infrared lasers locked onto every lethal point on my body.

I am Phantom, the undisputed Queen of the underworld’s deadliest assassins. But because I became too powerful, the Organization deemed me a threat. They wanted me erased.

There was no escape. But...

If you want me dead, prepare to dragged into hell with me.

Yet, after a lethal explosion that should have ended it all, I woke up. I was reborn into the body of a marginalized, bullied high school girl. No one knew that inside this "ugly, bloated" shell lived a monster.

I was once the nightmare that made the entire underworld tremble. I still am.

To those who bullied me, humiliated me, or tried to kill me: I will pay you back tenfold—no, a hundredfold.

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For six years, Violet lived in the shadow of "Auntie Quinn," receiving only coldness from her husband, Adrian, and resentment from her son. When she finally breaks, she waives all rights and starts over. Reborn as a power player, Violet is cold and distant. Her son, panicked, fakes illness to see her, only for her to coolly send him back. When suitors swarm her, Adrian snaps. He confronts her, asserting his dominance and intimacy. "No one knows you like this," he says, using his physical connection to reignite her past love, even as she reminds him they are divorced. “No,” he vows, “I never signed.” As she plans her escape from their renewed obsession, her son cries for her, and Adrian begs, "Choose me... please, choose me."

“Say my name, Cecilia.” Felix commanded.

“Please... Felix, please...” Cecilia sobbed. She held onto his powerful frame, completely consumed by him.

He gripped her chin, forcing her to see the raw desire in his eyes.

“Don’t think about him. Not now. Remember who is making you feel like this—it's me.”

——

Years ago, Cecilia had sacrificed everything for Miles. She tolerated his coldness and his family's abuse, only to find him fking his mistress in their own home.

She just said, "Let's divorce."

She walked away with nothing but emotional scars, and the world laughed at the "abandoned wife." They predicted she would crawl back. Instead, she was swept up by the most powerful CEO in the city, Felix, who was ready to give her the world—and delicious revenge.

Ethan, shirtless and dominant, pressed Anna down. His large hand climbed onto her soft, tender breast, teasing and kneading with expert precision.

Anna gasped, her breath coming in shallow hitches. "I can't take it... give it to me."

Ethan flipped her over. His predatory heat rubbed relentlessly between her butt cheeks before his swollen, purple-red member lunged into her from behind.

"Anna Rivers," Ethan growled. "Even if we divorce, you’ll spend the rest of your life moaning under me."

—

Anna never expected she’d have to design wedding rings for her husband, Ethan, and his "true love." Then came the divorce papers.

She signed without hesitation, cutting off her feelings, hiding her pregnancy test, and fleeing abroad.

Years later, she was thriving and surrounded by suitors. But Ethan had changed. He stalked her, obsessed, begging with bloodshot eyes for one more chance.

Suddenly, her little one stepped out, blocked his path, and put hands on tiny hips. "You want to date my Mommy? Get in line!"

"Emily Johnson, don't even think about escaping!" Alex growled, gripping her chin.

Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson, her voice stubborn. "Aren't you just unwilling to let go?"

Alex sneered, "How long has it been since the divorce, and you've already forgotten the rules? Your body remembers me well enough. Now, take it."

His massive, vein-ridged member, terrifying in size and radiating heat, slapped against Emily’s face.

Alex let out a cold laugh. "Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."

——

During their three-year contract marriage, Emily thought she couldn't warm Alex’s heart because he was naturally cold. It wasn't until she saw him accompanying Grace to a prenatal checkup—treating her with such tenderness that he couldn't bear to see her suffer even a slight grievance—that Emily finally understood. He wasn't incapable of love; he just didn't love her.

Emily calmly signed the divorce papers and took her own pregnancy report with her when she left.

But after Emily vanished completely, Alex went insane, scouring the entire city for her.

When they finally met again, Alex’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "Emily, I was wrong... please, come back to me."

Dirt buried my broken body inch by inch, suffocating me.

"Don't blame me for being heartless, Olivia. Blame your own naivety!" Samantha White’s voice hissed above me like a viper.

Then came her smug confession. She was the one who swapped my father’s emergency medicine. She drove my mother to jump to her death with fake photos of an affair. Even my brother’s fatal racing accident was her handiwork. Rage consumed me; I wanted to tear her limb from limb, but her next words killed my spirit entirely.

"Your fiancé, John, used the money from your sold kidney to buy my engagement ring. We've been together all along."

The cold earth fell, and my world went dark.

Then, I woke up. I was back at my nineteenth birthday gala. John was right there, cornering me, demanding I apologize for pushing Catherine into the pool. This time, I didn't back down. The schemes and the hatred of my past life—I’m going to make you pay it all back, with interest.

"You're just a convenient substitute, Lyra. Whether I'm marking you or fucking you, I'm thinking of Seraphina."

The four-year mate bond was about to end, and Dorian’s cruel words broke my heart. The alpha heir I had foolishly fallen for pushed me against a rough tree, his amber eyes burning with disgust.

"Now, do what you're supposed to." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis, hot and heavy, a thick vein pulsing along its length.

As he started to thrust his hips, I opened my mouth, taking him deeper inside.

I tried to pull back, gasping for air, but his hand shot out and clamped tightly on the back of my head. He shoved my head forward violently, the sudden motion nearly choking me.

"Mine," his wolf snarled. "You are completely mine, and you must learn to obey, whether it's sucking my cock or accepting my rejection."

--

As the daughter of the murdered Shadow Pack Alpha, Lyra Nightfall has endured four years of loveless arranged bonding with Dorian Blackthorne, heir to Moon Shadow Bay's most powerful pack. She believed her rare healing abilities and unwavering devotion might be enough to win his love.

She was wrong.

The alpha treated her like a burden, counting the days until he could cast her aside and mate with his true fated mate, Seraphina.

But fate had other plans. Unbeknownst to Dorian, Lyra held the key to his true redemption.

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"All your plots to kill me are useless. I only need my hands to end you." Luca dragged his fingers across my skin, relishing the fear that made my body tremble.

"Say 'Yes.' Stop thinking about murder, baby. You need to focus on me."

He pulled me onto him, his hips driving a primal rhythm. When his large hand found me, relentlessly rubbing, my cries became a shameless symphony of pleasure. "My little wildcat, my bride... you're still so captivating," he whispered with a satisfied smile.


To save her family, Sophia is sold to Luca Vittorio, a bloodthirsty Mafia Prince notorious for his cruelty and insatiable appetites. He's sleeping with other women even on their engagement day. Sophia plans to play the obedient bride, gain power, and escape. But the deeper she falls into his dangerous world, the more she realizes she's sinking—heart and soul—into the deadly allure of the one man she swore to destroy.

Chained in a dark basement and abused for three years, Evie finally escaped. Returning home, she saw her sister, Vivian, surrounded by a crowd, blowing out candles on a five-layer cake.

——

Kidnapped by a gang, Evie endured three years of hell. She discovered that it was all orchestrated by Vivian, whose goal was to make her completely disappear from this world.

Heaven-rending hatred outweighed despair. Having cheated death and returned to the Vance family, her adoptive parents avoided her like the plague, and her fiancé was already with Vivian.

Evie didn't care at all. She would return the suffering she endured twofold. With careful planning at every step, she took over the Vance Group, transforming from someone universally loathed into a universally worshipped multi-faceted boss—she possessed countless hidden identities.

Even the fiancé who had once betrayed her knelt before her, begging for forgiveness.

Evie gave a seductive smile, "My apologies. I am already with your CEO cousin. You should call me your cousin-in-law now."

For a whole year, Aurora waited for a cornea transplant. Her husband, Oliver, stole it at the last second for his mistress, Claire. Twelve unanswered calls later, Aurora caught him at the hospital, tenderly accompanying Claire to her prenatal checkup.

Aurora begged him to stay, however, Oliver merely threw the divorce papers right into her face. She signed in ten seconds flat and walked away. When her toxic sister-in-law came to mock her, Aurora ripped her to shreds.

Everyone expected Aurora to crawl back crying. Instead, she listed her wedding ring on a pawn site, packed her bags, and vanished.

She left without a backward glance. So why is the man who signed those papers in a furious rage suddenly turning back?

After three years of marriage, I caught my husband cheating.

At his victory banquet, separated only by a thin wall, I watched him with his mistress. As she swallowed his massive length, she mocked me for being "ordinary," "cold," and "boring."

When I was kidnapped and nearly defiled, I didn't receive comfort. Instead, my husband looked at me with undisguised loathing.

He wasn't worried about my trauma—he was afraid I had contracted an STD!

Done with the disappointment and pain, I finally made my decision.
I’m done with you!

But after the divorce, my ex-husband turned into a obsessed stalker. With bloodshot eyes and a choking voice, he demanded, "Do you even have a heart? Why can't you see how much I love you?"

Laughable.
Love?

I spat back, "Your love only makes me sick!"

As my ex-husband knelt in the dirt, begging for a way back, my new husband pulled me into his arms.

He is a man of supreme status and noble elegance. He looked down at my ex with eyes like frost.

"Coveting my wife? You’re not even worthy."

She was once a top-tier assassin—until she was betrayed by her own people and left to die.

But when she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer who she used to be. She’s become an ordinary high school girl—plain, overlooked, and the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Overweight. Bottom of the class. Abused by her stepmother. Framed by her younger brother. Mocked by teachers and students alike. Maybe the original owner of this body could endure it all—but she couldn’t.

They call her ugly? She’ll shed the weight, sculpt her body, and stun everyone into silence.
They call her stupid? Elite university presidents will fight to recruit her.
Top hackers will beg to learn her secrets.
Global financial tycoons will compete for her partnership.

This time, all she wants… is a quiet, ordinary life.

Yet as her true identity is revealed piece by piece, she rises—effortlessly—back to the very top of the world.

When I rushed to the party, sweaty and out of breath, I saw Alex sitting in the center, surrounded by hot, blonde girls in sexy skirts.

"Elodie, why do you think the great Alex would choose a nerd like you to be his girlfriend?" someone hissed at me. "It’s because he lost a bet."

I was a "nobody" on campus, madly in love with the ice hockey captain, Alex. I would run over ten kilometers in the freezing winter at 3 AM to buy him the donuts he wanted. When he lost a bet on a game, I would wear ridiculous clothes and sing loudly in the library. He even made me jump into a frozen lake in a snowy winter to find a bracelet dropped by the cheerleading captain, and I agreed.

I became the joke of the campus, but I didn’t care. As long as he accepted me, I was willing to do anything. But later I found out that the reason Alex accepted my pursuit was entirely because he lost a bet with friends and had to date me for a year.

And today is the last day of that bet...

As a housewife, I never forgot a single milestone: every wedding anniversary, my husband’s 7th career anniversary, and the birthdays of my husband and daughter. Yet, my own birthday was always ignored. Both my husband and daughter only cared about that outsider woman. Finally, one day, I chose to walk away and revive my vintage shop business. Now... they are the ones filled with regret.

"She doesn't even have a place to stay. She’d never dare to divorce me," my husband sneered, reassuring his mistress.

On the day of the horrific car crash, I was trapped inside a burning vehicle, screaming for help. My husband ignored my cries, picked up his mistress, and walked away without looking back.

That was the moment my heart died. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life.

But a month later, the very man who had treated me with absolute coldness was on his knees before me, his eyes bloodshot with tears.

This time, it’s his turn to beg.

Madison Lopez is a simple girl living a simple life. She needed money for her mother's hospital bills. Her father died when she was still a child, and she has become the family's breadwinner ever since. She had no other choice but to work as a maid in the city to earn a lot.

Dylan Carter is one of the hottest bachelors in town. He was the only son of the CEOs of the Carter Empire. He has everything he wants in life - money, fame, and love. He has been in a relationship with his girlfriend for quite a long time. But why does he feel something is still missing in his life?

What would happen when the pure, innocent maid crossed paths with the hot billionaire? Will love blossom between the two? Will Dylan find the happiness he has been looking for in Madison? Read to find out.

Stanley Robbins was a single hot daddy. His wife left them when their daughter, Heather, was still a baby. They had never heard of her ever since. Leaving the responsibility of raising young Heather in the care of a first-time dad. Stanley had worked hard to give his daughter a bright future while establishing a reputable image in the city of Newark as its top businessman.

Maxine Ballard was a simple girl living her simple life. She was living away from her family. She wanted to be independent. She hated complications. She wanted everything to be simple and smooth flowing. Until one day, a billionaire hired her as his daughter's mommy.

How long can they pretend that Maxine was Heather's mommy? What if true love blossoms between the real daddy and the hired mommy? Can they escape what destiny had planned for them?