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On the third day of the outbreak, I sat in my company’s executive conference room, gripping the red toy car I bought for my six-year-old son.

Outside the door were zombies filling the building. Beside me were six executives still breathing only because I was.

They wanted meetings. They wanted to wait for rescue. They wanted to chain me with morality.

But I wanted one thing—my son was still in daycare. Three days. No one went for him.

At dawn, I opened the door they’d barricaded shut.

I can shoot. I can clear a path. I will carve my way through to bring him back.

Anyone who stands in my way dies.

On our third anniversary, I gave my husband my pregnancy test results as a gift. What I got back was a photo—a man's hand on a woman's chest. The wedding ring on his finger told me everything I needed to know. He was my husband. And he was cheating.

I came home early from a business trip and overheard the woman Joseph always called his “poor stepmother” clinging to him in his office, begging for a kiss. Her swollen belly carried his child.
“When do I get to stop pretending to be your stepmother?” Susan whined.
Joseph’s cold laugh stripped away the last of my dignity. “Soon. Once I drain Emma’s company dry, she’ll be useless.”
I used to think Joseph was my salvation.
After his father died and his pregnant stepmother had nowhere to go, I ignored my family’s objections and brought them both into my home. I poured every resource I had into helping him rise.
I even became pregnant with his child.
Only then did I realize I had never really been his wife.
I was only the stepping stone they used to climb into wealth.
That night, Susan staged a miscarriage.
And Joseph, his face twisted with rage, locked me—pregnant and bleeding—inside a freezing basement.
“A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve a child.”

For seven years of marriage, I don't dare make a sound around my husband.
All because he can hear everyone's voices—everyone's except mine. He says he's allergic to mine.
I've tried everything to change my voice—even had vocal cord surgery.
But no matter how hard I tried—every time he'd just cover his ears like I was hurting him.
I've cried myself to sleep so many times, feeling guilty.
Until our son's birthday.
Standing by our front door, our little boy grinned up at his dad and asked, "Dad, can I pretend to be allergic to mom's voice too? Just like you?"

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.

"To love her is to invite death. To touch her is to burn."

Born with a terrifying, ancient curse, Nimueh was doomed from her very first breath: the moment she feels true love for anyone, she is compelled to kill them. At just six years old, after slaughtering her own family to protect them from herself, she vanished into the shadows—taking on the identity of "Claire" and vowing to keep her heart forever cold.

In my past life, I was shoved into oncoming traffic by my husband's widowed cousin, Isabella.
"Why do you get the perfect husband and the Romano fortune? Go to hell!"
I died, and my unborn child died with me. Up until my last breath, I thought she killed me out of purely manic, bitter jealousy.
When I opened my eyes, I was back at that exact crosswalk, rewound to the second she was about to push me.
Only this time, I stepped aside.
And I finally learned the truth. She wasn't just an envious widow—she was my husband's secret lover. And the one who paid the million-dollar bounty for my murder to steal my mafia empire was the "flawless" man sleeping in my bed.

Rumored to be a bloodthirsty monster, the Dark Moon Alpha terrified my twin sister into fleeing their arranged marriage to elope with a rogue.

In my past life, my parents forced me to take her place.

Instead of dying, I ended up in the Alpha's castle, showered in the pack's unimaginable wealth.

Starving on the run, my jealous sister conspired with our parents.

They drained my wolf bloodline and burned me alive in a pure silver mine, just so she could steal my face and the Alpha's favor.

Opening my eyes, I found myself back on the night of her escape.

Instead of begging, I willingly grabbed the wedding dress.

"Elope in peace, sister. I'll marry the monster for you."

She thought she was handing me a death sentence.

But she had no idea... the obsessive love of a top-tier Alpha, and the supreme throne of the Luna...

This time, they will all be mine!

My husband, Victor Falcone, was a mafia godfather whose very name makes the entire underworld tremble.
A year ago, he barely survived an assassination attempt. The trauma gave him severe amnesia, completely wiping out the three months we spent keeping each other alive in the slums.
When he woke up, he was a different man—cold and ruthless. He treated my stepsister like his untouchable first love, spoiling her rotten.
And me, his legal wife? In his eyes, I was just a greedy, desperate woman who wouldn't take a hint.
"Drop the cheap pity act," he’d sneer. "You’re not worth a single hair on Lilia’s head."
Even so, I chose to stay by his side, desperate to spark his memory.
Until today. A rival cartel tied me and his precious "angel" to iron pillars on an abandoned pier.
Beneath our feet is a raging, pitch-black ocean. A thug has the ice-cold barrel of a gun pressed hard against my temple.
Which one of us will he choose?

Aurora is an omega in Brown Wood Pack, who faced heartbreak when the Alpha's son rejected her for another girl. After leaving to find solace, Aurora returns to her pack, only to discover the tragic death of the Luna, the beloved woman who raised her. Amidst the chaos, Aurora learns she is the Alpha's second chance mate! Alpha Caden never expected the Moon Goddess to bless him with a second chance mate, let alone someone decades younger than he is. Especially his son's rejected mate. He didn't know what to do with that knowledge of unfamiliar emotions. But what happens when Alpha Caden wants nothing to do with Aurora and decided to punish her for making him mark her while he was drunk?

"Baby, I heard making love mid-bungee jump is incredible... wanna try it?"

Evelyn Kendall was a conservative woman. The wildest thing she'd ever done in her life was agree to her husband Sebastian Ashford's idea of outdoor thrills.
But halfway through, Sebastian got a call from his sister-in-law Arianna and abandoned her hanging in mid-air, leaving—his ridiculous excuse being that Arianna had stomach cramps from her period.

I was the most envied mafia wife in Chicago, until his Tibetan Mastiff tore apart what remained of our child.
Everyone called it an accident. I knew it wasn’t.
While I was bleeding out on the operating table, my husband was in the VIP ward, personally attending to his “traumatized” adopted sister. The whole family coddled her delicate state. Only I saw the smirk she couldn’t hide behind every calculated “panic attack.”
Then the Feds gave me a choice: keep playing the perfect, miserable wife, or vanish into a classified program so secret, I’d be dead to everyone I ever knew.
I signed. I uploaded the audio proof of their affair. I watched my old life disappear.
You swore you’d protect the family above all else, darling?
How fitting. My new mission is to protect this country from all threats.
Starting with you.

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

For the tenth time, James Smith left me behind because of a call from his female student.
But it was as if I had become a different person—I no longer doubted that there was something ambiguous between James and his student.
Even on our wedding anniversary, when he abandoned me in the remote mountains for Sophia's sake, I bore no resentment.
Eventually, James began to sense something.
"Emily, you seem different," he said.
I shook my head with a smile.
Because I had simply made a different choice from the one in my past life.

"Have you made your decision?"

Fenric stood behind me, his voice lower than usual.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror—a woman who had just lost her husband—and nodded.

"Ylva." He called my name again, as if to confirm.

"I've decided," I said. "I'm willing to become your mate."


I never thought losing my husband would be the easiest thing fate had done to me.

The day Soren died, I felt the bond break—not metaphorically, but truly, a tearing from the deepest part of my soul. The moment the fated bond vanished, I knew he was dead.

Then I was driven out by the Ironblood Pack, betrayed by the Greenshaw family, and nearly became a "gift" at someone's banquet.

Fenric Silvermane saved me.

Soren's best friend. The Alpha of the Silvermane Pack. One of the most powerful men in the capital.

He said he was only fulfilling a promise—Soren had entrusted me to him before leaving for battle.

But fated bonds don't lie.

The first time he caught me from falling, his inner wolf recognized me. He knew, yet chose to suppress it, to disguise that near-maddening possessiveness with his usual coldness.

Until Soren died.

He said he wanted to marry me.


I refused.

I tried to escape.

I tried to threaten him with a dagger.

He was crazier than I imagined—he turned the blade on himself and said, "Kill me and you can leave."

I finally agreed to marry him. Trading the fated bond for protection, freedom for safety.

I thought it was just a transaction.

I didn't expect him to put the treasury keys in my hands, to establish my authority among the nobles, to remember what I liked to eat.

I didn't expect that on an ordinary night, he would say in a very low voice—

"Even if your heart only holds Soren, I truly love you."

That's when I realized I was no longer just enduring him.


The mating ceremony was set exactly one month after Soren's death.

When the great hall doors opened, I saw Fenric. He stood there watching me, his ice-blue eyes full of love for me.

I took a deep breath and walked toward him.

Just then—

The hall doors were pushed open again. Soren, who was supposed to be dead, appeared before us.

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?

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

"Walk with me," he said.
Not a question. A decision.
"I don't think that's a good idea," I replied.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't belong in your world."
Ava Morgan has one rule: never mix emotions with ambition. Focused and independent, she has no interest in powerful men or complicated relationships.
So when a billionaire approaches her at a high-profile event, she does the one thing no one expects.
She rejects him.
Days later, she walks into her new job and finds out her new boss is the same man.
Ethan Blackwood is powerful, ruthless, and not used to hearing no. But instead of revenge, he becomes determined to break through Ava's walls.
As secrets unravel and attraction grows, Ava is forced to question everything she believes.
What happens when the man you rejected becomes the one person you can't escape?

It's a small world. My contract fiancé's uncle turns out to be Alexander—the ex I dumped three years ago.
"You like him that much?" he grits out, eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea how crazy I've been all these years?"
"Let me be your lover," he whispers. "Let me stay by your side."
As if my heart isn't already a mess, a little voice pipes up—
"Mister, do you like my mommy? Will you be my daddy?"

For five years of marriage, Sibel devoted herself completely to her husband and son, even giving up her own career for their family.
Then she was rushed to the hospital with acute cholecystitis, writhing in pain. Her husband arrived with their son, only to walk right past her and rush to the woman he cherished most, his adopted sister.
"She’s terminally ill. You should take care of her," her husband said.
Her son added, "You’re only Mom because you cook and do housework."
In that moment, Sibel realized that her five years of sacrifice had been nothing but a joke.
She filed for divorce, walked away with nothing, and returned to the world of medical research. But just as she was ready to start over, she was framed, thrown into detention, and nearly left to die in a pool of blood.
Everyone thought Sibel was nothing without a man.
But when she returned as a world class medical expert, when the truth was finally exposed, and when the man who once treated her like she was worthless knelt before her with red eyes full of regret...
She looked down at him and said,
"You once said I wasn't good enough for you. Now you're not good enough for me."

Ava Grayson and Luke Carter get thrown together by a marriage of convenience schemed by their parents.

What happens when Ava finds out that her one night stand is her soon to be husband's cousin and Luke's Ex showing up with twin babies on his wedding day?

Find out in the book...

Everyone in the New York mafia world knew that Ethan Leone, the Don of the Leone family, was obsessed with his wife.
And I was his legally wedded Donna.
But the moment I pushed open the doors to the nightclub with my pregnancy report in hand.
I saw my husband’s hand resting on his stepmother Serena’s swollen belly.
The report slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor.
Serena glanced at it without the slightest concern.
Then she smiled.
“You can’t have children anyway. Once the baby’s born, you can raise it.”
That was the moment I decided to divorce him.
But later, while Ethan was away, she shoved me from behind at the top of the staircase inside the family mansion.
I tumbled down the stairs.
Blood poured between my legs.
Ethan rushed over.
He saw it.
He saw the blood.
But in the end, he chose to pick Serena up and run out the door without looking back.
I lay in a pool of blood, pulled out my phone, and called my family lawyer.
“The money my family loaned the Leone family three years ago…”
“Prepare a demand notice.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Diana… if you take that money back, the Leone family will go bankrupt.”
I stared blankly at the ceiling and wiped away my tears.
“I know.”

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband Hill invited many friends over for a party at the house. Everyone was noisily playing games, and the challenge was to reveal a private secret about someone in the room.
When it was Elsa's turn, she pointed at Hill's lower body. "Hill has a crescent-shaped birthmark. It's in a very private spot."
After saying this, Elsa collapsed onto the sofa laughing. Hill pretended to be angry, jumped up, and pounced on Elsa, smacking her on the butt.
I was frozen in shock. Hill's birthmark really was extremely private—you couldn't even see it without looking closely. I only discovered it myself after being married to him for a year.
Sensing my emotional shift, everyone stopped their roughhousing.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "Zoe, don't overthink it. Before you got married, someone slipped Hill something once. I had no choice but to help him out. But don't worry, I promise he saved his first time for you."
Then she tapped her lips. "I used this place back then. Wore me out, honestly."
I felt my stomach churn violently and nearly threw up. Without thinking, I hurled my wine glass directly at Elsa.
"Sorry. Slipped. Just trying to help you rinse your mouth."

My best friends and I were out dancing at one of the hottest clubs around, when I heard the two words I loved most. In a loud, rough, gravely tone I heard, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around looking everywhere in the darkness of the club with the mixture of strobe lights in my face, but I didn’t see anyone. There was no way it could be possible. He was a dream. Just a dream. It wasn’t real.
Just then I heard it again, a little louder this time, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around searching through the mixture of the surrounding bodies. I still didn’t see anything. I thought I must be losing my mind. I shook my head to clear it.
But then I heard it a third time, louder than the rest, “Baby Girl!”
I turned around and that’s when I saw him.
Standing tall and lethal where people had moved back away from him to give him space was my dream guy.
He wore black jeans that fit him like a second skin just like his black wife beater. The black wife beater showed off his sleeves of tattoos. Black tennis shoes that looked expensive. A black hat that he wore backwards covering up his inky, black hair with a chunk of hair peeking through. A black right eyebrow piercing and black earring in his ear that stood out on his very pale skin without blemishes or flaws. His green eyes that were so bright and multi-colored they practically glowed in the darkness of the club. His lips were pale pink, perfect and oh so kissable with the bottom lip a little puffier than the top.
My dream man has somehow, some way, came to life, and I am going to figure out how.

Every time my husband’s adopted sister, Avey, had a tennis match, he would force a dark green concoction down my throat. As soon as it kicked in, my entire body would turn weak and aching.
He claimed it was a folk remedy, and I believed him.
In half a year, I lost twenty pounds, half my hair fell out, and I lost our four-month-old baby.
Until the night I overheard them whispering behind a cracked door—they had sought out a witch and cast a dark curse.
My forced standstill was the price for her endless stamina. All her fatigue and sports injuries were being directly transferred to me.
Late that night, listening to them plot to drain the life out of me, I made a choice. On the very night Avey won her championship, I climbed into a deep hibernation pod. I traded thirty days of absolute physical stasis to ensure she could never stop.

"Who would want a woman like Hazel?"
On the night before our wedding, my fiancé Randy said this in front of everyone.
I stood outside, listening silently before walking away.
Sure enough, at the wedding, he abandoned me to save my sister who was jumping from a building.
"The wedding continues!"
I said with a smile, turning to embrace my disabled husband.
Afterward, I did exactly as they wished, ensuring they would never be apart.
Half a month later, I looked at my ex-fiancé with contempt.
"Compared to my husband, are you even worth mentioning?"

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.”

My fiancée hates me.

She thinks I'm a criminal.

A man who spent three years behind bars.

A mistake her family forced upon her.

But every day, she tells me about another man.

A hero.

A legend.

A ghost from her past.

The man who once saved her life.

The man she still loves.

The funny thing?

That man is me.

I could tell her the truth.

I could reveal who I really am.

But after everything I've lost, I'm no longer sure I want her love.

Not until she learns to see the man standing in front of her.

Not the legend she built in her dreams.

Valen Gu was set up to replace her elder sister and married her brother-in-law-to-be. From then on, she had to address him"Dear husband".
He was known as the Dark Lord in the business empire. Unexpectedly, he spoiled her to the extreme.
One day, a reporter raised a question to Valen, "Mrs. Lu, what are you afraid of the most in the world?"
She immediately put on an upset face.
There were two things she was afraid of.
First, her serious darling husband in the daytime;
Second, her wild darling husband at night...

Gwen is an orphan who escaped the orphanage at the age of 18 and ended up as a waitress and erotic dancer at a nightclub. In her line of work, she met and fell helplessly in love with an enigmatic and captivating hero with a dark secret. His mysterious behaviour sometimes sets Gwen thinking, but little does she know that this hero of hers is a werewolf, the horrifying story told to children at night.
Will Gwen still love Ethan the same when she finds out he is everything she hates in life? What will she do, knowing that her relationship with him will mean she is the only human in his family of vicious werewolves who disapprove of her relationship with Ethan?

She loved him deeply for five years, but he sent her to his foolish uncle"s bed by himself. What"s more, he sent her to the mental hospital, with ruining her face and breaking her voice.

She gave him the most extreme love, but he gave her the most piercing pain.

Afterwards, she did not love him anymore. But he almost killed himself for saving her.

"How can you be my husband? I don’t even know you!"

Anastacia found herself in a whirlwind of change when she woke up beside a stranger naked after they shared a one-steamy-night. She thought they only shared a forbidden night, but she was in for a surprise when the man told her that they were already married!

Is her secret husband's capability enough to ruin her planned marriage to her wealthy fiancé?

"Jue, the marriage ends here—"
"Let's break up."
The sudden word was like a heavy stone smashing into the calm water.
The two sides suddenly fell into a stalemate but turbulent silence, and the atmosphere gradually became depressing.
After a long silence, the man's deep voice carried an indescribable anger—
"I admit that I shouldn't have missed the wedding. You have an emotional misunderstanding, and I will explain it to you when I go back. But Zhiyin, don't use such words as canceling the marriage and breaking up. You've crossed the line."
Qin Jue's remarks contained some rebuke, making Ruan Zhiyin dumb for a moment.
They have known each other for eight years and dated for three years. In her impression, he has always been gentle and polite.
When they were abroad, Qin Jue treated her well, and Ruan Zhiyin felt that they could make it to the end. Even in the few quarrels after returning to China, he never had such an uncommon lapse.
However, at this moment, Qin Jue, the groom who escaped marriage for his ex-girlfriend, scolded her for not making a joke about canceling the wedding and breaking up?
Ruan Zhiyin really felt a little ridiculous, but she knew very well that she was not joking at all.

Talk about wealth, he has it.
Talk about good looks, he also has it.
But he lacks one thing, “True Love.”

Brian Lincoln, a handsome, cool and friendly 28 year old successful businessman. All he ever wanted was true love but all the women he came across were only after his wealth which made him lose the hope of searching again.

But the moment he saw Chloe, a dazzling beautiful lady for the first time, his heart whispered to him, “She’s the one” but to believe so he decided to disguise himself as a blind man and try her out.

Chloe West, a beautiful, free-spirited and a loving lady of 23 year old who promised herself never to have anything to do with any man after her heart was broken by her ex-boyfriend and refused to move on with her life.


What happens when her father forced her into marrying Brian to forget her past and move on?
Will she accept her fate and get married to him?
And what's in store for them after that?

Alina finds herself getting married to her sister's husband, after a shocking turn of events, will she be able to overcome the trials and tribulations accompanying her unwanted journey? Will the man she married be able to love and respect her?
How further can such a relationship last and would both parties in the end accept each other?
Can Alina, be strong enough to withstand what destiny throws at her? And what if, her sister, who ran away, choose to return, after giving up her right over the man she almost married? Will Alina let her?
How will the bond between the sisters fall?
Will there be understanding or hate? Love or thorns? Happiness or sadness?
Can the relationship between two sisters still hold in high esteem, even though, one of them, volunteered to suffer, what can we think destiny might bring to their lives?
Can a silly mistake, prove to be an end to the love two sisters once shared? How long can they go?
Will Alina be able to fight against her sister, when she makes her intention into getting back to the one she left?
Can she able to stop that from happening, or die trying too? How willing are we to fight for love?

Desperate to fulfil her dream of visiting Norway, Daphne agrees to marry the wealthy, smoking-hot Blake Kent Hernandez II—BK—a man she met on a dating app. The catch? She must marry him to reach her destination. Love has nothing to do with it.

They marry, but their relationship is strictly business—until sparks begin to fly.

For BK, the marriage is a perfect arrangement. He’s free to do as he pleases and date anyone he desires—their arrangement is clear: no meddling with each other's lives, no strings attached.

But as time passes, everything changes. BK’s emotions get tangled up in unexpected desire and a growing attachment. What he doesn’t know is that Daphne has slowly become someone he can’t live without.

But what will he do when he wakes up to find Daphne has given up on their marriage? Can he truly let her walk away? And most importantly, can BK save a marriage he never saw coming?

"I had a husband before I had a boyfriend!" Autumn blurted out, while the other two girls stared at her, wondering what she was talking about.

"Did a random guy propose to you?" Ella asked her with raised eyebrows.

"The man I met the last time we had a night out, uh? We had a good night and all that, and when we woke up the next morning, guess what I saw?" She didn't wait for them to guess before she said it herself.

"A signed marriage certificate between both of us!" She exclaimed.

You must be joking!" Ella exclaimed in shock.
How in the world did that even happen?!

Love is like a battle... A bloodless battle. And every battle has casualties. But this battle leaves even more torturous wounds. Because the wounds of love are left on one's soul. He might be covered in scars that this battle of feeling left behind, she was the cure he never even knew he was looking

Elle was drawn to Navid from the moment she saw him for the first time. Who wouldn't be attracted to Navid? He is a good man—nearly perfect.

Furthermore, he treats her and her grandmother with great respect. And because of the goodness he has shown, Elle couldn't help but fall in love with Navid.

She knew Navid couldn't love her, so she kept her feelings for him hidden. However, due to a one-night mistake, Navid was forced to marry her.

But, despite being married, nothing appears to have changed in their relationship. Their marriage was only on paper, nothing more. Nevertheless, Elle refuses to give up. She has loved Navid for years, and now that she has the opportunity to make him feel the same way she does, she will not pass it up. So she devised a plan to romance her own husband.

On the night of her 26th birthday, she discovers that her boyfriend of three years sees her as nothing more than a trophy to show off. In a bid to awaken her family's inherited talent for appraising treasures, she spends a night with the most dangerous man in the bar.

What she thought was merely a thrilling transaction turns out to be a shocking twist: this man is none other than her boyfriend's powerful and aloof uncle, Silas Montgomery! When she tries to leave, he holds her tightly in his embrace, whispering dangerously, "After sleeping with me, do you really think you can walk away?"

This chaotic beginning—will it be a blade of revenge or a more glamorous trap?

Being a bully in the 21st century is no flex at all!


Elaine’s world had crumbled to rock bottom when a bullying scandal sent her career crashing. As if it wasn’t enough, her boyfriend of two years broke up with her in the worst possible way after she learned of his upcoming wedding with her very own sister.

“You were nothing more than a toy to pass time. You're not worth my attention,” he hissed.

But in her darkest moment and desperation, someone showed up for her. Xavier Romano, the 30-year-old billionaire, whose wealth and power could send the mightiest of rulers falling at his feet. And he wasn’t just anyone, he was her ex’s billionaire uncle. And in her utter desperation, she signed a deal with the devil himself.

“Marry me, and I’ll make them pay for shattering your heart!”

With an empire behind her, her greedy sister and ex now grovel at her feet.

“Now, who eats leftovers, dear Ex? Certainly not me.”

He pulled me closer, trailing butterfly kisses on my neck. My heart leapt to my throat as he whispered huskily.
“Let’s tie up your ex and have sex in front of him. This will be your ultimate revenge, princess!”
…
Omega Harley was a perfect housewife, deeply in love with her husband, Alpha Xander Ledger. But when she found out about his affair with her best friend, Ella, all bets were off. Fueled by betrayal, she confronted those backstabbers with video proof and demanded divorce, burning it all down.
After an ugly clash, Harley sought escape in the shadows of the moon bar, where one reckless kiss with a handsome stranger turned her world upside down. She never expected him to be Xander’s uncle, Alpha Carlos Ledger.
However, Carlos wasn’t just an Alpha, he was the Alpha. Dangerous, dominant, and determined to claim the omega he desired.
But why did he want Harley? Was Carlos her savior, or something more intoxicating?
As Harley tried to resist the fatal pull of a forbidden bond, the main question was: Could she surrender before the Alpha, who should be off limits? Or the fire he ignited in her heart would consume her?

"Now that you're awake, we can get down to business." Alexander chuckled.

I froze mid-stretch. "What business?"

In one fluid motion, he rolled on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as he tilted my chin up with his finger. His eyes, usually a cool blue, had darkened to the color of a stormy sea. "What do you think?" The husky quality of his voice sent shivers down my spine.

"But..." I managed to say, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

"Done," he murmured, taking my hand and guiding it downward beneath the sheets. "You were restless in your sleep. Made it impossible for me to rest."

The moment my fingers made contact with his arousal, I yanked my hand back as if burned, heat rushing to my face.

Just yesterday, Emma's parents was worried about their daughter's future marriage due to her notorious reputation for being violent and aggressive. Yet the very next day, Emma secretly got married to a man she had only met for the first time yesterday, who happened to be her best friend's uncle.

When your fiancé cheated the night before your wedding and called you a boring bi**h.
Under the influence of alcohol, you said to the hot stranger: Marry me tmr, will you?
Him: I will, if you show me how much you wanna be mine.
You melted into his kiss and it's a crazy night.
Next day, Your EX showed up and called your new husband, "Uncle…"
Uncle? The youngest billionaire uncle that your ex kept bragging about?

When Victoria lay on the operating table, willing to sacrifice her health for her fiancé Ethan, she received a photo of him passionately kissing her stepsister. Heartbroken and done being the submissive girlfriend, Victoria dumps the cheating scumbag and goes on a blind date to secure her mother’s inheritance.

But fate plays a wicked trick. She sits at the wrong table and impulsively marries a devastatingly handsome stranger.

Her new husband? William Ashford—the most feared billionaire in the city, and shockingly, her ex-fiancé’s untouchable uncle!

When Ethan tries to humiliate her, thinking she's still the pathetic girl who loves him, he’s horrified to find her in the arms of the man he fears most.

"Uncle William?" Ethan trembles.

William pulls Victoria close, his eyes lethal. "Watch your tone, Ethan. Call her Aunt Victoria."

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

He swore to protect her.
Instead, he left her to rot in prison.
Hazel was Adrian’s mate, his Luna-to-be, and the rightful heir to her family's legacy. But when her stepsister Thalia staged the perfect betrayal, it was Hazel who paid the price—stripped of her title, beaten behind bars, and left to miscarry alone.
The day she’s released, she's nearly killed by rogues.
Next, she learns Adrian is throwing a party to celebrate… Thalia.
Betrayed. Broken. Forgotten.
Hazel wants revenge.
And fate delivers it in the form of Alpha Draven—Adrian’s cursed uncle. Feared, exiled, and powerful. He offers her everything she’s lost—status, protection, vengeance—under one condition: she marries him.
A contract marriage to ignite war within the pack.
To destroy those who destroyed her.
To awaken powers buried in her blood.
But somewhere between vengeance and survival, something dangerous sparks.
Love wasn’t part of the deal.
Neither was becoming the key to breaking Draven’s deadly curse.
Now, Hazel must choose:
Burn them all to the ground—or risk everything for a future she never thought she deserved.

Would you fall for your boyfriend's uncle after he saved you from the cold?
My boyfriend skipped our anniversary for her—the girl who called me a whore.
He left me walking home in the dark. When my apartment caught fire, he ignored my calls.
But his uncle showed up.
The one with the scarred knuckles and the cop badge. The one who looked at me like he wanted to burn the world down for me—or maybe burn me down instead.
Now, we live under the same roof. Three people. One bed too close.
Every time my boyfriend touches me, I flinch. Every time his uncle looks at me, I burn.
He's dangerous. He's forbidden. He's everything I shouldn't want.
Is he saving me... or does he just want to own me?
Some fires don't just burn. They consume.

"You're really going to marry my good-for-nothing uncle?"

Julian sneered as he stared at the ring on my finger, his eyes full of mockery.

"Isabella, you don't actually think a playboy so poor he drives a secondhand car can give you a future, do you?"

I looked down at the ring on my hand, then slowly raised my head.

"At least—he won't sleep with another woman in my grandmother's manor."

My name is Isabella, eldest daughter of a fallen noble family, and an emergency room doctor crushed by the weight of life. To pay off my family's debts, I was supposed to marry my fiancé Julian, the man I'd loved for years—until the night of our engagement party, when I caught him tangled with his mistress beside my grandmother's belongings.

Just when I was at my most wretched, a dangerous yet gentle man reached out his hand to me—

Adrian Hawthorne.

Julian's notorious uncle, the one cast out by the family.

He claimed to be just an insurance broker earning four thousand pounds a month, so poor he could only afford an old Ford, yet he was willing to give me a home to shelter me from the storm. So I decided to take a gamble—to marry the man everyone looked down upon.

But after our marriage, I discovered that my "poor husband" wasn't quite so simple.

The water he casually drinks costs dozens of pounds per bottle; hospital executives treat him with utmost respect; even the collar on his dog's neck is expensive enough to buy half the hospital...

And when my treacherous ex-fiancé finally regrets his choices and tries to win me back, an even more shocking secret is about to be revealed—

Who exactly is this "worthless uncle" that everyone mocks? And why did he choose me, of all people?