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When my daughter was critically ill, my husband and son chose another woman—Ethan's first love.
I dialed a number I hadn't called in years.
"Mom, I've made up my mind. I'm coming home to inherit the family business."

Sabrina Parker used to fall deeply in love with a man named Simon; she did everything and anything for Simon and for her relationship with him as his wife; she sacrificed everything for him, yet what he gave in exchange was pain, tears, and nothing but all of his lies. That's why she decided to end her suffering by filing a divorce, yet Simon won't let her go unless Sabrina will do something for him at last, and that is where he already made a deal with her wife- no, her ex-wife, to be precise."Marry me again and be with me as my wife for two years.
After that, I will let you go completely, Sabrina."She knew she deserved a life free from Simon's deceit, but his demand forced her to confront her future head-on. That day, Sabrina her self needs to give an answer to her Ex-husband, as she stood at the crossroads of her life, Sabrina realized that the choice she made would determine whether she remained bound to her past or moved forward toward a future where she could reclaim her happiness and peace. Her decision would define her path, and she braced herself to confront whatever lay ahead.

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

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.

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

"The Draganovs are moving on Celeste tonight. I'm taking her to the safe house. We'll do the claiming after this, Orla. I promise."
That's what my husband said the seventh time he chose Celeste over me.
Celeste. The girl he'd loved since before he had a wife to ignore.
The first time, she heard footsteps outside her window at two in the morning. Rafael sent his whole detail to sit on her house and left me at a meeting with two men who wanted our shipping routes and didn't like being told no. I came home with a bullet crease across my ribs. He apologized for a week.
The third time, someone tipped the cops on one of our warehouses and she got scared. He drove her upstate himself. I took a knife at the door because there was no one left standing in front of me.
By the sixth time, he didn't explain. He just texted the doctor to be ready for me and left.
He's a Don. When the guns come out, he walks away clean. I'm the one wearing his name where everyone can see it. The one they aim at first. Six scars say so.
Every time, he held my face after and promised. Founders' Day. In front of every family in the city. Once Celeste was safe. I believed him six times.
So when the seventh time came and he chose her again, my bags were already packed.
There won't be an eighth time he sends me out to die for her. Next time, there won't be a wife left for him to send.

After the crash, my husband, Darius, lost his ability to speak. The trauma to his cervical spine left him unable to even lift a finger.
The doctors said his only remaining way to communicate was to nod, or to shake his head.
Sitting by his hospital bed, I finally asked the question that had been eating away at me for three months.
"When the crash happened... were you on your way to see your mistress?"
Darius stared dead at me. Then, slowly, he nodded.

I was just on the phone with my husband. He was stuck in traffic, apologizing for being late to our anniversary dinner. Forty minutes later, detectives are at my door, claiming he died in a crash three days ago. If Silas is dead, who just sent me a text?

Harmony is no ordinary wolf shifter—she’s a hybrid of wolf and hound, the secret daughter of the Third Prince of Wolves. Hidden from the Council’s prying eyes, she’s been raised to live a quiet, human-like life, spared the fate of being trained to serve Xaxas, the ruthless High King.
But Harmony’s heart beats for the forbidden: she loves all living things, even humans—sworn enemies of the supernatural. Her dream? To break the treaty that divides their worlds and help those in need. But when she crosses paths with him—the son of the Horned God of Night—her gentle ideals are put to the ultimate test.
He is a force of destruction: unbeatable in battle, untouchable by magic, a name that makes even the bravest cower. Bred for war and darkness, can Harmony’s compassion soften a heart forged in shadow? Or will her forbidden love for the enemy cost her everything—including her life, her wolf, and the fate of two worlds?
*****Mature Content “Mate…”The word slipped out unbidden, my breath hitching as his touch ignited every nerve—sparks that tingled across my skin, scattering thoughts already frayed by my wolf, Luminescence. He grinned, sharp fangs glinting, and leaned in, nipping my ear gently. A shiver cascaded down my spine. His clawed hand cupped my cheek, warm and rough, and I let the blanket slip from my shoulders, baring myself to him...

They all blame me for my sister's death. My husband most of all.

He married me only to torment me—to make me pay for a life I can never bring back. His hatred is my daily bread, his touch my slow poison.

I wanted to die. He wouldn't even let me have that.

But tonight, someone slipped me a passport. A flight out. A chance to disappear.

And a whispered warning: He has a shaman waiting. He means to trap your soul so you can never find peace. Never see your sister again.

I have to run.

But if I do—am I saving myself... or walking right into another trap?

For five years, I loved Daniel Wilson with everything I had—only to watch him kiss his new secretary at our celebration dinner. That was the moment I finally woke up.
Disillusioned with love, I agreed to a marriage of convenience. I thought I was marrying the notorious playboy, Ethan Williams. But when we signed the papers, the name on the marriage certificate was Benjamin Williams—the ruthless business king everyone calls the “King of Hell.”
He showered me with priceless jewelry, wiped out my enemies, and shielded me from every storm. But he never once said he loved me.
Until one night, he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot against my skin, and whispered,
“Sophia, how much longer do you want me to wait?”
Turns out, this marriage was never an accident. It was his plan from the very beginning.

Book 1 The Devil's Bride
Book 2 The Elder's Kitten
Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride
Can be read stand-alone.
Warning: Mature Content
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I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kiss me, and from the way she was gazing at my fangs, I knew she imagined what it would be like if I were to drink from her. A thing I’d found myself unable to stop thinking about for years now.
Bast was fighting so hard against herself, doing everything she could to convince herself that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me. Unknowing that she was fighting a losing battle, as she'd already made up her mind to be mine, and was only wasting her own time by denying it.
After giving her a few moments to tell me no, and hearing no refusal, I gently traced my hands down her form until they met her thighs. Once I saw that she had no issue with it, I lifted her, so our faces were even with each other. "Why are you fighting against what you want, kitten?" I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers, torturing myself just as much as I was torturing her.
"I don't know," Bast responded as she looked down, trying to catch her breath.
I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I hesitated for just a moment before finally giving in and bringing my lips to hers. Though I'd been thinking about it for years, the reality far exceeded expectation as I finally felt her lips against mine, heard her tiny purrs of pleasure and excitement as I allowed my hands to explore her body.
Finally, being able to touch and caress her, feeling her tightening her legs around me as I explored her tongue with mine, it was like a climax of its own. Her heartbeat was erratic as she leaned into me, a small moan escaping as I explored her curves with my hands, her nails digging into my chest as she gripped my jacket to pull me closer. She couldn't hide how much she wanted me. Not now, not while her body was begging me to continue...

"Tell me to stop. Tell me now, or I won't be able to hold back." his tone was both a challenge and a plea. Serena swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest at the electric tension between them.
"I don't want you to stop," she breathed, barely recognizing her own voice. His eyes darkened even more. So much so that the ambers in them completely disappeared. He gnashed his teeth so hard as he fought for control. Serena could feel the tension radiating off him in waves like a spring ready to snap.
"You don't know what you're doing to me," he growled roughly. She bit her lip, both thrilled and intimidated by the raw need in his voice. Her fingers trailed along the hard line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.
"Show me," she challenged. His breathing grew even more ragged. Serena could see the struggle on his face - the battle between his overwhelming desire and his need to protect her from his own intensity.
"I could hurt you," he warned again. "I'm not sure I can ever be gentle with you. I'm rough. My kind of sex is brutal."


[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]
Serena's life hit rock bottom when she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend. She decided to lose herself in a bar, hoping to wash away her pain. However, life has this funny way of messing up plans - she ended up in a one night stand that only added more trouble to her already chaotic reality.

One contract to save her son. One night to change their future.
Seven years ago, music heiress Elisa Lee rescued a baby from a trash can with a note that said: “Kill it.” To keep him safe, she vanished, hiding her beauty behind a dowdy disguise and a maid’s uniform.
Now, her funds are frozen, and the wolves are closing in. Her only choice? Sign a three-month "Mail-Order Bride" contract with the cold, insomniac billionaire Ridge Lockhart. Ridge needs an heir and a cure for his trauma; Elisa needs a fortress.
He expects a gold-digger. He gets a woman whose voice is the only thing that brings him peace. But one night of passion shatters the "contract-only" rule, leaving Elisa with a shock: she’s pregnant. As their cold marriage turns into a burning obsession, a DNA test reveals the ultimate twist. The seven-year-old boy Elisa saved isn't an orphan—he’s the twin of the son Ridge lost in a plane crash years ago.
Caught between a hidden past and a new life, Elisa must decide: is Ridge her protector, or will the truth destroy the family she’s sacrificed everything to build?

I'm Charlotte Cole, a 22-year-old college sophomore who was just looking forward to a carefree summer break.
Then a single marriage contract shattered my quiet life. To protect my family, I was forced to marry Alexander Kingsley—a tech mogul eight years my senior.
I naively thought we could at least coexist peacefully. Little did I know he'd already labeled me as a gold-digging opportunist, setting us on a collision course from day one.
Now trapped in the Kingsley family, I'm not just dealing with a cold husband. I'm also facing his vindictive sister-in-law Victoria and Karen—Alexander's longtime admirer who's determined to make me feel like an unwelcome intruder.
How can i survive in the Kingsley family......

"Marriage? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean, Madeline?" I exclaimed incredulously. "How could you sell me out to an old man in his sixties with a potbelly and a bald head?" I threw the questions at my stepmom, Madeline, but she only grinned in response.
"You want to know how much he offered, huh?" she taunted. "He just paid us $75,000 in return to marry you. I mean, where would you ever find somebody who would do that for you? Are you even worth it? Don't you notice that scar on your face, big and disgusting?" Madeline's words burrowed through, her insults making me speechless and breaking me inside.
"How could you sell me out for just $75,000? Don't I have a life to live? Would you give your daughter, Anna, to him for that amount?" I asked.
"Of course not, my dearest Anna is beautiful, compared to who you are. Have you seen any scars on her face?" She smiled at me, and words were cut with a more profound insult by the comment.


Camilla is sold into marriage to an elderly man due to her stepmother Madeline's greed and disdain. Her life seems mercilessly controlled, and her resistance feels futile until she meets Aria, an innocent little girl who brings warmth into Camilla's life and helps her discover her inner strength. As Camilla's relationship with Aria's father, Archie, develops, she finds herself caught in a complex emotional whirlwind. Archie, a wealthy yet emotionally closed-off man, begins to transform with Camilla's presence in his life.
Just as Camilla starts to feel the warmth of a family from Archie and Aria, her past shadows her. Her stepmother Madeline and stepsister Anna constantly remind her of her dark history. Camilla must confront her fears, overcome familial pressures, and navigate her growing affections for Archie.

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him.
But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution?
A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple.
He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger.
The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal.
And surviving him might cost her everything.


"You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them.
Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world.
His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact.
"Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls.
"Wh–"
He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.

"This is insane," l mutter to myself, "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? God, it's sick."
Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does my father expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?
He is unbelievable. No- ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?


Miles wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him.
But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family.
He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear.
What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful- soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress.
Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right?

“How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?” —————— I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

As soon as we were inside, he slammed the door shut.
“What did you think?” Samar snapped. “That I wouldn’t find out?"

Before I could react, his hand twisted painfully in my hair. He yanked my head back, “Look at me!”

A cry escaped my lips, “Ahhhhh!”

Grinding his teeth, he growled, “How dare your father deceive me like this? He trapped me into marrying you!”

“I swear,” I sobbed, “I don’t know anything. Please believe me. I had no idea.”

“Lies!” he shouted. “You knew everything. You played along perfectly.”

“No!” I cried. “I’m as helpless as you are. Please… let me go.”

He laughed bitterly. “Let you go? After what your father did?”

His grip tightened. “Now you’ll pay for his betrayal.”

“I haven’t done anything!” I pleaded.

He leaned closer, his voice cold. “I don’t forgive anyone. And you’re his blood.”

Fear choked me. “This marriage… it was never meant to hurt you.”
“Marriage?” he mocked. “You were desperate to get married, weren’t you?”

“That’s not true,” I whispered. “I just...”

He shoved me back. “From today onward, forget freedom."

I shook my head. “Please listen to me just once."

“Listen?” he snapped. “You lost that right the moment you entered this house.”

He stared at me with burning eyes.
“And remember this,” he said sharply. “Your breaths in this house will move only by my command.”

Things do not go as planned when Astrid finds herself in the wrong school, the only werewolf in a school of Lycans who are bigger, badder and stronger than she is. It only makes things worse when she is placed under the charge of her childhood enemy, Rune Wilder, who seems more than content to cause her pain. Somewhere along the line, Astrid finds out that the reason why Rune hates her so is because he is secretly in love with her, and he is only pretending because he thinks he will hurt her if they ever get together. He bears a secret that could damn him. Within him resides the soul of the dark King, King Hekate, and he has no control over him.

In the church, the mafia godfather Kane cornered me against the wall, his icy lips pressing against my forehead:
"Remember, you can only be my woman."
I was a nun, yet my alcoholic stepfather had promised me to this dangerous man—
The 34-year-old mafia leader, the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless head of the Moretti family.
He said it was to repay the gambling debt my mother owed, using me as payment.
The wedding was set for next Saturday, and I didn't even have the right to resist.
Over the phone, I desperately questioned him: "How many women have you had? Can you make a list?"
His voice was as cold as ice: "Sonya, before the wedding, if you let another man touch even a finger on you, I'll make you disappear from this world completely."
Fear drove me to lose my mind, and I blurted out: "After being drained by so many female celebrities, will you even last three minutes on Saturday?"
The call was hung up.
That night, I shed my nun's habit, slipped into a black strap mini dress, and walked into the bar.
I had no idea that the roar of a helicopter was approaching, and the man I had enraged was coming to make me pay the price—
"Sonya, I'll make you understand the consequences of defying me."

All werewolf girls dream of becoming the partner of the most powerful and handsome Alpha, but Skylar is not enthusiastic about it. Until Alpha accidentally chooses the clumsy and naive Skylar, her twin sister Alessia goes crazy because of jealousy, and their parents even threaten Skylar not to become Alpha's partner. They force Skylar to put sleeping pills in Alpha's drink to prevent him from marking her as a partner, but something that scares Skylar even more happens. Alpha seems to have discovered her conspiracy, and he is full of desire to mark her...

One night. One mistake. One marriage. Elizabeth Warren's simple life is turned upside down when she marries the city's most eligible bachelor. But as their forbidden love grows, family secrets and lies threaten to destroy everything


"I want to take your pussy, your mouth, your ass…all of you. I want you so full of me and my cum that every time you walk, you'll feel me."
No one had ever spoken to me this way and when he added a fourth finger, I fell apart, screaming, my eyes closed. I sobbed at the waves crashing inside me. I'd never come this way before. It had never been like this before.

SYNOPSIS

“Remember,” he growled, his voice roughly caressing against the shell of my ear. His large and scarred hand splayed possessively on my stomach, pulling me back against the hard wall of his chest. We were a twisted parody of a loving couple, nestled in the bed we once shared.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling. “I—I can’t. I'm fucking trying.”

His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, a gesture that felt anything but tender. “Try harder, malyshka. The man who put that bullet in your head is in this house. He smiles at me across the dinner table. And you’re the only one who can point a finger.”

He shifted, and I felt the cold, hard steel of a pistol being pressed into my palm, his fingers closing mine around the grip.

“So remember. Before I have to burn this whole fucking world down to find him with you in it”

Sold by her own father to pay a blood debt, Isabella Sinclair arrives at Silvermoon Pack in chains, collared and broken.

To Alpha Landon Whitaker, she is nothing more than a traitor’s daughter... his slave, his possession, and a constant reminder of betrayal.

But when she carries his heir, hatred turns into obsession and obsession into something far more dangerous. Because the girl he chained may be the only one strong enough to save... or destroy... his entire pack…

She was forced to marry a famous business tycoon by her stepmother. But he had no regards for her and could f*ck a bitch right in front of her or anyone.
Having no other options, she decided to run away on her wedding day.
While she ran, she got chased by her father's men until the country's first most richest heir rescued her in his car unknown to her who he actually was.
Her problem got worsen when the heir instead of letting her go after helping her now decided to introduce her as his wife to his grandfather.
When she objected, he threatened to have her family destroyed. Now Bella ran from a nightmare to a bigger nightmare.

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

"What is the meaning of this?" I questioned still in disbelief. Where had it all gone wrong? We were happy, he respected me and so did I...I even fell in love with him so how could he do this to me?
"It's exactly what it says in the paper, Ciara"
"And what is that?" I stubbornly inquired.
Ryan had uttered those words I so desperately dreaded,"I want a divorce, Ciara"
Ciara is the heiress to her father's company but she left all of that to be in a contract marriage with Ryan. It was supposed to be a 'no-strings-attached' kind of feeling but, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. Just when she wanted to start a clean slate on their first anniversary, she was handed a divorce paper.
Ryan is a billionaire and a man with a hardened heart. He never saw Ciara as something more than just a 'fake wife' who was willing to help him out with a case. Deciding that he had had enough, Ryan hands Ciara a divorce paper setting himself free from her but 5 years later, he seems to have a change on heart and wants to win Ciara back at all cost.
But on his way to the office of the new investor of his company he is overcomed by a welling shock that the name of his new investor was Ciara. The same Ciara he'd known and once loved.
What happens when this two dual meets for the first time since their rough divorce? Would they rekindle their feelings or would they leave it at that?
Could second chance love prevail?

Being a Cinderella, I was forced to marry a rich man who was crippled. But I was shocked when I met him. He made me realize that I deserved nothing but him. Now I don't care about his health situation. All I want is him by my side.
That's all, I felt when I fall in love with him slowly, desperately and hopelessly. Until on the honeymoon, I finally found out, my husband who loves me dearly , met his first love who supposed to be dead. Will he leave me for her?

Five years ago, Magnus Ashford shattered Vivienne Marlowe’s world, throwing her out with nothing but divorce papers on their anniversary. The love they once shared was destroyed by betrayal, and Vivienne vowed never to look back—especially with the secret she carried: their twin sons. Now, a renowned neurosurgeon, Vivienne has rebuilt her life, raising her children alone.

But fate has a way of forcing the past to resurface. Magnus’s beloved grandmother suffers a life-threatening stroke, and the only surgeon who can save her is none other than Vivienne. When their worlds collide once again, old wounds are reopened, and Magnus is determined to make things right.

"You have no idea how much I regret what I did," Magnus confesses, his voice thick with remorse. "But I swear, I'll do anything to make it right."

Vivienne meets his gaze, her heart heavy with a truth she's kept buried for too long. "Some things can never be fixed, Magnus."

But there’s one thing he doesn't know… their sons his sons are right under his nose. And Vivienne is about to make a choice that will change everything.

Will Magnus uncover the truth before it’s too late, or will his regrets be buried forever?

The moment the divorce papers were signed, I was finally free from three years of a loveless marriage. To celebrate, I drank myself into oblivion under the hazy lights of an exclusive club. Fueled by liquid courage, I stumbled into a private suite, pointed a trembling finger at the man radiating a lethal combination of restraint and danger, and rasped, “I want you.” He didn’t refuse. That night was a storm of tangled limbs and desperate heat, and he branded his mark on my very soul.

A month later, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I fled to Florida, burying the truth and raising my beautiful twin daughters with a new fiancé who played the perfect father.

Five years later, I returned to New York, a queen ready to claim her corporate throne. But when I strode into the boardroom, I froze. The man with the power to veto my entire future, Ryan, was sitting at the head of the table. A knowing smirk played on his lips, coiling around me like a viper.

I tried to avoid his intense gaze, but unexpectedly, at a glittering gala, he caged me between the wall and the unyielding heat of his body. His breath was a scorch against the sensitive skin of my neck as his voice, a low, rough murmur full of raw possession, vibrated through me. “You sounded so exquisite that night… and now you’re telling me those children are his? Do you really think I’d believe that?”

Candice never imagined she would have to marry a man who had been to prison and was extremely poor, but when her father kidnapped her mother to avoid breaking a promise, she had no choice but to take her sister's place. However, the man she thought would be terrifying turned out to be kind and respectful, giving her a sense of security she never expected.

But when she discovers her husband's hidden identity, everything she thought she knew about him - and herself - is turned upside down.

On their wedding night, Candice's heart was pounding in her throat. As she closed her eyes, she felt a force wrap around her waist and she fell into his arms, only to be pushed onto the bed. Her mind went blank as she realized there was much more to her husband than met the eye. As she tentatively reached out her hand to hook around his neck, she whispered, "You're my husband, so it's okay to do anything to me... shall we start?"

Little did she know, this was only the beginning of a dangerous game of secrets and desire that would test the limits of her love and loyalty.

I thought the orchestrated assault was the most profound betrayal of my life. Then, from the shadows of the wine cellar, I heard my husband and his brothers toasting to their success.
"The slow-motion capture of her climax, paired with those broken whimpers... it was cinematic perfection."
"She played her part beautifully. After all, she’s just a Valenti."
I learned the devastating truth: my agony was their scripted entertainment. My husband. The director.
He married me to claim his inheritance.
He branded me to mark his property.
He caused my miscarriage in that dungeon, coldly calling it "tidying up loose ends."
But they overlooked one ancient law—the Moretti blood oath: should the Don betray his vows, everything becomes his wife's.
Now, I stand in the penthouse of his casino.
My fingers trace the scar on my shoulder—now transformed into a dagger.
"Darling, you celebrated the anniversary of your production. My gift to you is a lifetime behind bars."
Now, the final cut is mine.

Everyone says I’m crazy.
My husband, Adrien, is Ashmont College’s most esteemed professor—suave, composed, and highly logical. I, on the other hand, am an investigative journalist whose nerves are fried by looming deadlines and too much caffeine. Yet, I insist there’s a woman who shares my exact face, who crawls out of our bedroom mirror every night and slips into my husband’s bed.
Our security cameras always "happen" to glitch at the crucial moments. My son avoids me like I’m a monster, and my neighbors claim they cheerfully greeted "me" in the driveway a few days ago—even though I don't even own a vintage pink dress.
Adrien has started dropping phrases like "psych evaluation" and "sole custody." If I let this drag on any longer, he’s going to personally commit me to a psych ward.
So tonight, I lied about flying to Chicago. Instead, I’m hiding in my own study—waiting for that identical face to crawl out of the mirror one more time.

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.

Ninety-nine times.

I was sent to the punishment chamber ninety-nine times by my mafia don fiancé.

Each time, he watched through bulletproof glass with cold, detached eyes—watching me being deprived of sleep, injected with drugs, tortured until I was barely clinging to life.

"Elara, you're paying for what you did to the Mancuso family."

For the sake of sweet, innocent Yvette—his precious savior—he personally destroyed everything I had.

After the ninety-ninth time, the doctor handed me a critical condition notice. I stopped begging, signed the confession, and vanished completely with my broken body.

The result? When the truth finally came to light, the ruthless don went completely insane.

Violet has been a doting girlfriend to Nate who throws her out of his life the second his first crush, Nicole returns to the city. Heartbroken, Violet leaves his life and tries to secure an alliance with the mysterious alpha Elijah to save her pack. However, the alpha is hard to please and dismisses her for a golddigger but sees her in a new light when she befriends his sister and shows up to find her when she goes missing. In a major twist, Violet gets invited to family dinner and finds out Nicole is Elijah's stepsister. Nicole tries to make Violet jealous and announces her marriage with Nate and in a counter move, Elijah announces he is dating Violet. Their romance starts to truly blossom while playing pretend partners but then in a shocking twist, Nicole announces she loves Elijah, not Nate, leading to the cancellation of marriage. It puts a strain between the lead couple when Violet learns, Nicole was Elijah's ex as well. They finally reconcile after a lot of misunderstandings and have an HEA

Brie planned the perfect night to give herself to Jeff—the man she loved, the man she trusted. But one moment of mistaken identity shatters everything. In the dark, she surrenders to passion… only to discover the man in her bed isn’t Jeff but his identical twin.
Now, one night threatens to unravel her relationship, her heart, and everything she thought she knew about love.
Was it an unforgivable mistake—or something deeper she’s afraid to admit?

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?

Cecilia has planned a night of raw passion with her oblivious boyfriend, Julian, on his 21st birthday. Shy and a virgin, Cecilia plans to gift him her virginity. However, a case of mistaken identity in the dark leads her to a passionate, unexpected encounter with Julian's roommate and her own long-time best friend, Asher.

The intense, raw intimacy with Asher awakens a confusing mix of guilt and undeniable arousal within Cecilia. The hot night leads to more spicy encounters, as she navigates her feelings for her best friend and her oblivious boyfriend.

My daughter's wolf has never woken. Until her first shift, one dose a season is all that keeps it alive. And I brew that dose myself and send it to the supply hall under the healers' guild seal.
This season, my husband's mistress took it from us at the supply hall and fed it to her own daughter in front of forty wolves. Then she pressed my girl's palm onto a silver bar, to prove we were the thieves.
"Save your tears for my man," she said. "Captain Roark Fenn."
That's my husband's name.
Neither of them knows what I did in the war. By moonrise, the whole pack will.

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband declared my twin sister as his fated mate.
As Luna of the Hilton Pack, I suffered seven miscarriages—only to be betrayed by the two closest to me. But when three ruthless mafia Alphas stormed into our celebration and seized my husband by the throat, their words stunned everyone:"How dare you treat our fated mate this way?"
Now they call me a sinner, yet claim me as their own. This time, I'll make every traitor beg on their knees for forgiveness.

During a police operation to pursue a serial killer, my father-in-law was taken hostage by the criminals while protecting me, and was dragged behind a vehicle for several kilometers.
I urgently called my husband for help: “Cedric, Dad has been taken hostage by the criminals. Send more people right away!”
My husband was the police department’s top marksman—only his sharpshooting skills could target the enemy and save his father!
But to my surprise, my husband just sneered, “Dahlia, I’ve only been out with Nalisa for an hour. To win my attention, you’ll make up any lie, won’t you?”
Hearing the call end, I was frozen in shock.
Then, I received a message from Nalisa with 99 bed photos of her and my husband.
“Cedric says, if your dad dies, so be it. He has no time for you now—he’d rather die in my arms.”
Anger and sorrow enveloped me. Watching my husband’s father crushed to death by the vehicle, I finally understood:
He must have thought it was my father who was taken hostage.

I was a penniless nobody looked down upon by everyone. My wife was bullied along with me because of that. People treated us like beggars, bullying us as they pleased, forcing me to lick their toes, and making me eat with dogs.
Then one day, a stranger came to me and said, "Your father left you a fortune of five hundred billion dollars..."

I used to think Jude was my one way out, my only salvation when my life fell straight into hell.
He pulled strings to get my mom into emergency surgery and helped me handle my dad’s funeral. He even promised he’d give me a home.
I believed him. So I married him. And for eight years, I let him take my blood every single month; he said it was for “routine health monitoring.”—Eight years, 9,999 milliliters.
Until that night, when I heard him with my own ears, talking to his friend:
“Lily’s blood type is rare. Lynn and her mom? They’re just ready-made blood banks.”
He didn’t marry me out of love. He married me to keep a “living blood bag” in hand.
I rested a hand on my still-flat belly and I laughed.
So this was what our marriage really was. From start to finish, it was a slaughter dressed up as love.
Fine. Then let’s see when it was time for the sacrifice, who ended up on the altar.

"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.

"You're... you're leaving me here? I'm your Luna!" I stammered. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. I barely recognized it as my own.
"I'm sorry, Lyra," he said, already turning away. "My pack's safety comes first." With that, he turned his back on me.


What happens when the man you chose... chooses fate instead?
Lyra believed she had already won against destiny. She and Cassian were not fated mates, but they chose each other anyway. Together, they built a powerful united pack, ruled side by side, and vowed to reject whatever fate tried to steal from them.
Until the day Cassian returned from the border carrying another woman in his arms—Liora.
She was fragile, gentle, and completely different from Lyra. And most importantly, she was Cassian's fated mate.
Cassian refused to let either woman go. So, he offered Lyra an ultimatum: An open marriage.
Humiliated in her own home, accused of cruelty, and forced to watch her husband protect another woman with a devotion he had never shown her, Lyra's heart shatters piece by piece.
But fate isn't done with her yet.
Her longtime enemy, Ethan—the Alpha of the second-largest pack in the North—claims her as his contractual Luna.
As zombie rogue attacks escalate and secrets begin to surface, Lyra must choose between staying in a marriage that no longer wants her or walking away from everything she helped build.