3716 Book(s) Related to my husband forgot he loved me

Everyone knows that Qin Sicheng is desperately in love with me. To cure my depression, he gave up the opportunity to study abroad and stayed by my side.
But on the day of my birthday banquet, he disappeared.
When I found him in a corner of the back garden, he was pitifully clutching the hem of my best friend Qiao Anran's dress.
That man—usually so devoted and obedient to me—now had red-rimmed eyes and a trembling voice.
"Anran, how much longer do I have to keep acting? Lin Jiaqi is already better. Please, just look back at me, won't you?"
Qiao Anran closed her eyes, her face twisted in pain, then coldly pushed him away.
"Qin Sicheng, I'll say it again: as long as Lin Jiaqi is alive, you can only be her husband. This is what you owe me, and what I owe the Lin family."
I covered my mouth, staring at the diamond ring he had just given me, my heart shattering completely.
So the husband who had always loved me so deeply—it was all an act.

When my younger brother got into a top university, the whole family celebrated for him.
I, suffering from a terminal illness, clutched my chest and desperately cried for help, only to be met with a disgusted slap from my mother and the words, "You just can't stand to see your brother doing well!"
She thought I was a spoilsport, so she roughly dragged me back to the room and locked the door from the outside.
She didn't know that those were the last words I ever heard in my life.
The next morning, she opened the door with breakfast in hand, only to find my corpse.

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

I bled to death on a cold hospital bed, my unborn child gone, all because I took a shift for my coworker.
Heaven granted me a second chance. I opened my eyes, sitting safely at my office desk. Before I could shake off the nightmare, Vanessa clicked her heels toward me.
"Claire, can you cover for me at the investor party tonight? It’s my anniversary with my boyfriend."
In my past life, I agreed, only to be locked in a private room by monsters and tortured to death. This time, I looked her in the eye. "No."
Vanessa was stunned. Because of my refusal, she missed the crucial meeting and was mercilessly fired by the director.
I thought I had escaped hell and saved her life too. But when I got home to my loving husband, I realized the true nightmare had just begun...

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level.
"Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’
After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’
Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change?
Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you."
The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers.
Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity.
She would rather die than return.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. We couldn't save the baby."

My hand instinctively reached for my stomach. "So... it's really gone?"

"Your cancer-weakened body can't support the pregnancy. We need to end it, soon," the doctor says.

After the surgery, HE showed up. "Audrey Sinclair! How dare you make this decision without consulting me?"

I wanted to pour out my pain, to feel his embrace. But when I saw the WOMAN beside him, I gave up.

Without hesitation, he left with that "fragile" woman. That kind of tenderness, I’ve never felt it.

However, I don't mind that anymore as I have nothing now - my child, my love, and even... my life.


Audrey Sinclair, a poor woman, fell in love with a man she shouldn't have. Blake Parker, New York's most powerful billionaire, has everything a man could dream of - money, power, influence - but one thing: he doesn't love her.

Five years of one-sided love. Three years of secret marriage. A diagnosis that leaves her with three months to live.

When the Hollywood starlet returns from Europe, Audrey Sinclair knows it's time to end her loveless marriage. But she doesn't understand - since he doesn't love her, why did he refuse when she proposed divorce? Why is he torturing her during these last three months of her life?

As time slips away like sand through an hourglass, Audrey must choose: die as Mrs. Parker, or live her final days in freedom.

I loved him for seven years. I gave up my career as a genius designer, supported his rise, and gave him everything. But he betrayed me in the worst way possible.
He gave my only family—my beloved dog—to his so-called white moonlight and watched her torture it to death. He let her wear my wedding dress, take my ring, and destroy everything I cherished.
When I was hurt and broken, he never defended me. He chose her lies over my pain.
In that moment, I woke up. I ended our engagement, walked away, and returned to reclaim my throne as a top designer. I will make them regret every cruel thing they’ve done.
You lost me when you betrayed me. And you will never get me back.

Warning ⚠️
R18
Explicitly steamy, mature words and Raw!!! Read at your own risk

Ember Kane is strictly off-limits.
Her brother Colt made damn sure of that. And as Prez of the Savage MC, Zane Thorne wrote the rule himself: no one touches the brothers sisters.
But one forbidden night changes everything.
When the mate bond ignites between them, Zane...the cold, powerful Alpha with ice in his veins and fire in his touch...can’t stay away. Ember is the girl with a dormant wolf, hidden powers, and a body that burns only for the man she’s never supposed to crave.
He claims her hard and deep, knotting her under the stars while breaking every law of the pack. One stolen kiss turns into raw, desperate nights where he whispers “Little Berry” against her skin and makes her scream his name.
Now Prez Stepsister wants Him for herself, a viral video threatens to expose them, and Colt’s obsession grows darker by the day. Enemies circle, the past-life prophecy looms, and the bond pulls them deeper into dangerous pleasure.
Zane will freeze hell itself before he lets anyone take his Luna.
She’s his medicine. His addiction. His everything.
Will their forbidden heat survive the firestorm or will it burn them both alive?
Paranormal Romance | Biker Alpha | Fated Mates | Forbidden Love | Steamy

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.

Lucinda’s husband surprised her with a stunning dress and a note that read, “Wear this to the end of year party tonight, sweet pea.” The tender nickname caught her off guard, he had never spoken to her that way before, and she dared to believe he was finally being romantic.
But at the party, her world shattered. His mistress, her own younger sister, and his ex, confronted her, demanding she strip because the dress belonged to her. To Lucinda’s horror, her husband sided against her.
The betrayal ran deeper than the evening’s humiliation. Years ago, her parents had forced a cruel switch on their wedding day, believing it improper for her younger sister to marry first. Millie, far from the virtuous bride they imagined, proved manipulative and ruthless.
Determined to win Leo’s affection, Lucinda had stood by him, helping transform him from a modest businessman into the powerful CEO of LL Group, the wealthiest man alive. Yet this final act of treachery broke her resolve.
Cornered against the wall, she met his anguished gaze and whispered the words that would change everything. “Leo, I want a divorce.”

The first time they met, Jace looked her in the eye and said, "I don't sleep with virgins. Too much trouble. No satisfaction."
The second time, desire betrayed his rules. "Walk away, Nerissa. Or I'll stop pretending I can resist you."
The 99th time, everything changed. "I don't want to be your lover anymore. I want to be your husband."

To save her father's life, Nerissa offered the only thing she had left — her first night. The buyer? Dr. Jace Whitmore. Cold, powerful, and dangerously untouchable.

For Nerissa, it was supposed to end when the debt was paid.
For Jace, it was just lust. He thought once he tired of Nerissa's body, letting her go would be easy.
But neither of them expected to fall — hard.

As desire deepens into something dangerously close to love, their fragile bond is tested by ruthless enemies, haunting secrets, and the brutal reality of their worlds: hers, humble and struggling; his, ruthless and elite.

Can a relationship born of desperation and desire survive the storm — and turn into something real?

To save my terminally ill wife and daughter, I drained half my wolf blood and tore out my own right fang.
Stripped of my source power, I became a worthless wolf despised by the entire clan.
My wife cast me out of the den, pinching her nose at the stench of rot on me; my daughter threw stones at me, cursing me with hatred as a blind, useless failure.
Together, they set their eyes on another young, strong Alpha. They let him trample my dignity in public, and finally had me brutally slaughtered on the frozen wasteland.
But they never knew, the reason that man could make their souls submit and fall for him was that his veins ran entirely with my heart's blood.
Only when I was reduced to a boneless husk of a wolf did my wife go mad, clawing her own gland raw, weeping and begging me to leave her one last mark.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

“I will pay you ten million dollars to be my husband.”

I slammed my hand on the bar counter, desperate to escape my arranged marriage to the arrogant billionaire, Aiden Knight. The handsome bartender with icy blue eyes didn't laugh. Instead, he smirked, leaned over the counter, and whispered, “Deal.”

I thought I had won. I thought I was marrying a simple, broke man to spite my parents. But I was wrong.

My “poor” husband wears limited-edition watches he claims are dupes, drives a car worth more than my apartment, and kisses me with the possessiveness of a king claiming his queen.

Now, the entire city is whispering that my groom looks suspiciously like the man I refused to marry. What happens when I find out the bartender in my bed is actually the billionaire I’ve been running from?

My malicious stepsister threatened me with my brother's life, forcing me to marry a man rumored to be unspeakably ugly. I had no choice but to comply.
However, after the wedding, I discovered that this man was not ugly at all; on the contrary, he was both handsome and charming, and he was also a billionaire!
（Do not open this novel lightly, or you will become so engrossed that you won't be able to stop reading for three days and nights...）

Kayla Brookes once believed in forever. She gave her heart to Adrian, the man she thought was her soulmate, and trusted her best friend like a sister. But everything came crashing down the day she walked in on their betrayal. In one brutal moment, her marriage ended, her heart shattered, and her world fell apart.

Left with nothing but her pain and a dream, Kayla vowed to rise again. She buried her tears and built herself from the ground up, turning every ounce of heartbreak into strength. Four years later, the woman who was once broken now sits on top of the world—CEO of the country’s most successful interior design company, admired, respected, and untouchable.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Adrian returns, filled with regret and desperation. He begs for forgiveness, pleads for another chance, and promises he’s not the same man who let her go. For the first time, Kayla sees sincerity in his eyes… but she also remembers the pain.

And then there’s Steven Wade—the cold, calculating heir to Europe’s most powerful family. Mysterious, charming, and impossible to read, Steven offers Kayla everything Adrian couldn’t: security, admiration, and a chance at a future untouched by the past. Yet beneath his polished mask lies secrets of his own.

Caught between a man who destroyed her and a man who might never let her in, Kayla faces a choice that could define her forever.

Will she listen to her heart—or protect herself from love’s cruel game?
Because in the end, even power, success, and revenge can’t silence the heart that still remembers what it means to love… and what it means to hurt.

"Sign the damn papers, I have signed my part. Be fast with it, I'm expecting someone special."
On her wedding anniversary, Briella is handed divorce papers—and worse, her husband openly claims her best friend as the woman he truly loves.
Devastated but unbroken, Briella rises from the ashes, stepping into her true identity as heiress of a powerful empire. No longer the timid wife begging for scraps of affection, she is brilliant, untouchable, and stronger than ever.
When Hayden sees his ex-wife again, regret claws at his soul. His cold detachment turns into obsession, his arrogance into desperate pursuit. But just as he vows to win her back, shocking truths unravel—a mysterious twin, buried family secrets, and a past that refuses to stay hidden.
Briella is no longer the woman he discarded—she's the one who holds all the cards now.
Will Hayden's relentless chase be enough to reclaim her heart, or has she already found love elsewhere?

"You do realize we're getting married this Friday, right?"
"It's just a contract. No feelings. No strings."
"Then why do you keep looking at me like that?"
Sienna Madsen had always played by the rules. Until life left her no choice.
With her beloved mother gone, hospital bills piling up, and rent soaring beyond reach, Sienna is desperate. Her best friend has a wild solution: marry a brooding Canadian hockey player who needs a green card. One year of fake marriage, a free apartment, and no strings attached—what could go wrong?
Enter Matt Gruber. Grumpy. Gorgeous. Guarded. He's the last person Sienna expects to share a roof with, let alone a bathroom. But what begins as a paper arrangement quickly sparks forbidden chemistry neither can deny. He cooks. She tempts. And the boundaries between pretend and passion blur dangerously fast.
Sienna promised herself she wouldn't fall. But when the season ends and the divorce papers are signed, can she really walk away from the only man who's ever made her feel at home?

Avery Brown always dreamed of a perfect life with her husband, Scott Brandon. Everything seemed to be falling into place, and soon she was expecting a baby.
But everything changed the day she came home from the hospital, ready to share her happy news. Instead, she found another woman in her husband's arms. As if that betrayal wasn't enough, Scott handed her divorce papers and cast her aside as if she meant nothing.
Five years later, Avery returns to the city with her daughter and a new strength. She is no longer the woman who once begged for love.
What she never expected was her ex-husband's desperate attempt to win her back.
Will Avery give him another chance or will she walk away for good?

I smile like someone on the edge of violence. "Oh, that's what you're worried about? Relax, I planned for this. I worked overtime for months. All three jobs approved my time off. My bills are paid. My cats are fed. My soul is moisturized. I'm free, Mike."
He shakes his head slowly. "Yeah… no. I can't take you with me."
"What did you just say?" I ask, suddenly forgetting how to breathe through my nose.
"You can't come," he repeats, avoiding my eyes.
I cross my arms. "You promised, Mike. Two years ago, you said you weren't qualified. Then you got promoted, but last year, you went alone. You said you'd take me this year. You promised."
"You need to understand me, dear. I already promised to take someone else. I can't break my word."
"Oh. But you can break your word to me?"
"You're my future wife," he says, tone so rational I want to scream. "We're getting married in six months. You should be understanding, Winter. Do you really want your husband to look bad in front of people?"
I stare at him like he's grown two extra heads. "Mike. Who are you taking?"
He doesn't flinch. "Your cousin, Olivia."


Winter thought the worst thing was being replaced with her cousin… until she crashed the company's luxury retreat, almost drowned, and woke up pretending to have amnesia—right in front of the man who humiliated her.
Now she's stuck playing fake fiancée and sharing a room with a sexy stranger who clearly hates her guts… but can't stop staring at her lips like he wants to ruin her.
With an ex who suddenly cares way too much, her dream career on the line, and revenge heating up faster than the resort's hot tubs, Winter is about to turn heartbreak into the most unforgettable comeback of the year.
But there's just one twist: her fake fiancé is actually the new billionaire chairman of the company… and he's falling for her, hard.

Felicia believed her marriage to Wilson was a perfect love story—until one day everything shattered when she discovered that her husband was having an affair with another woman. Her heart broke, and her pride was deeply wounded. In anger and desperation, Felicia made a decision she had never imagined before: to repay betrayal with betrayal.
On a night filled with overwhelming emotions and alcohol, Felicia accidentally bumped into a stranger. That unexpected encounter turned into a single night that would change her life forever.
A few weeks later, Felicia was shocked to discover that she was pregnant.
But the real shock came when she learned the man’s true identity—he was the husband of the woman who had been having an affair with Wilson, her own husband.

I’m married to a stranger… and I slept with the wrong billionaire.
My name is Elara Ashford.
I’m the adopted daughter the Ashfords sacrificed to save their precious biological child.
Four years ago, the family faced ruin, on the edge of bankruptcy.
A mysterious benefactor stepped in—saving them in exchange for a contract marriage with me.
Rumors said he was hideously ugly, reclusive, too ashamed to show his face.
For four years, he never asked to meet.
I grieved the baby I lost, painted in silence, and waited for our deal to end.
Now, the final year is here.
My unknown husband demands we meet face-to-face.
But things happened earlier than expected? I crash into him at the Serpentine Gallery, paint splattering his Tom Ford suit.
He flips open my sketchbook… and freezes.
That drawing? One I had made in grief for my son, who I had lost — and yet it was identical to his son, Cassian.
The man whose child I drew from grief.
And he is my mysterious contract husband.

I thought I was the happiest woman in the world... until I clicked on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my entire world came crashing down.

The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger.

"I've missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."

Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.

Everyone said we were the perfect couple, but who knew this marriage was built on nothing but lies?

Since he's so good at acting, I guess it's time I gave him a show of my own. I'm going to make sure everyone sees what this "perfect husband" really is...

In my previous life, on the night of our wedding anniversary, my husband Bryan brought his pregnant mistress, Victoria, into our home. Driven to the edge, I slashed my wrists to force him to kick her out.
No one could have predicted her blood sugar would suddenly crash in the freezing storm outside. She collapsed into a flooded ditch and froze to death before anyone found her.
Everyone ruled it a tragic accident, but Bryan decided her blood was on my hands.
Months later, when I went into labor, he abused his position as my doctor to deliberately delay my care. He left me to writhe through dozens of hours of agonizing contractions and severe hemorrhaging until I bled out.
When, with hands slick with my own blood, I begged him to save our baby, he calmly peeled off his soiled surgical gloves. The look in his eyes was merciless.
"Heartbroken?" he sneered. "Good. Take the brat down to hell with you to keep Victoria company."
An icy, suffocating darkness swallowed me whole.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact night of our anniversary—the very moment Bryan, bringing the freezing rain in with him, protectively guided Victoria through my front door.

I was dying, and my husband was busy planning a lavish welcome-home party for his true love—my stepsister.
For years, I was the despised "country girl" who ruined their perfect romance. So, I decided to finally give him what he wanted: divorce papers, and my quiet disappearance. Let them be happy.
What Cillian didn't know was that my terminal illness was the fatal price of a brutal lie—an organ stolen from my body years ago to save her life.
By the time the bloody truth unraveled and he tore the world apart looking for me, I was already gone.
But the final countdown of my life—and the death of our bitter marriage—all began on the day I received my death sentence...

Three years ago, I nearly died giving birth to my son.

My husband Elias wasn't by my side—he was outside, ready to rip my baby from my arms and hand him to his dead brother's widow.

"We owe her this."

As I screamed and bled, Elias made his decree: "Aria stays away from the boy. She comes near him, she gets the silver whip."

They gave my son to Vivienne. I wasn't even allowed to see his face.

For three years, I tried everything to reach him.

Scaled walls—got twenty-three scars across my back. Snuck in as a maid—starved for seven days. Crashed his third birthday—thrown in ice water until I couldn't feel my legs.

Every time, worse punishment. Elias started looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

Then yesterday, fire ripped through the house. Flames swallowed the nursery.

Everyone screamed, including Vivienne—but she didn't move.

Only I ran in.

I pulled Asher out, barely breathing.

When he woke up, he shoved me away and clung to Vivienne, sobbing: "Mommy! She's here again! Make her GO! You said she'd leave if I was good!"

Three years of lies had erased me completely.

I dropped to my knees, voice breaking: "Call me 'Mom' just once. Then I'll disappear forever."

My boyfriend faked being broke to test me. Three years of it.
When I turned down his last test, I watched him settle his new girlfriend's family debt in one afternoon. Cash he swore he never had.
Told me he'd been rich the whole time. Said he needed to know if I loved him or his money.
Said I failed.
I didn't argue. I just walked out.
Funny thing is, I wasn't broke either. I was the last pureblood heir to the strongest pack on the continent, and I'd been hiding that the whole time too.
Four years later, we ran into each other again. And this time I wasn't hiding anything.

I never expected to be branded a “fake heiress” and a “scheming bitch” on my own wedding anniversary.
“Did you really think we’d never find out you faked the DNA test?” My mother’s voice cut like a blade. “You’ve been impersonating our real daughter all along.”
The irony was suffocating. They were the ones who stormed into my peaceful life, insisting that I was their long-lost child—no proof needed. And now they dared to call me the fraud.
“Since Camille has finally returned to where she belongs,” my father declared coldly, “it’s time for you to crawl back into whatever shadow you came from.”
Then came the final blow. My husband of five years didn’t even hesitate.
“I’ll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don’t make this difficult, Mirena. You were never meant to be my wife.”
Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. The woman who stole a life that was never hers.
But they forgot one thing: I never needed them.
Before I was George Ashton’s wife, I was Mirena Sterling—the Investment Queen. The woman who broke Wall Street records before she turned twenty-five. A racing champion. A tech prodigy.
I walked away from all of it. Gave up my empire. My crown. My name. All for a man who threw me away like garbage the moment someone “better” came along.
Big mistake.
On the night they cast me out, soaking wet and humiliated, I ran into the last person I ever wanted to see.
“Look at you now, Mirena,” Alexander Pierce murmured, watching me with those piercing eyes. “The woman who once ruled the financial world. Reduced to this.” He tilted his head. “And for what? Love?” A dark laugh. “Pathetic.”
My former rival. The man who spent years trying to beat me—and never once succeeded. Now he stood before me, a Wall Street titan, watching my downfall with hungry satisfaction.
He thought he’d seen the last of me.
He was wrong.
The game was simple now: drop the dead weight, reclaim what’s mine, and remind everyone why they feared my name.
Within months, I was back. Every market moved when I breathed. Every headline screamed my return. The Sterlings came crawling, begging for mercy they’d never shown me. And George? He watched in horror as I bought his most prized company without blinking.
The divorce he’d so eagerly signed? His greatest regret.
“Mirena, please,” he begged, groveling at my feet. “Give me another chance.”
I didn’t even look at him. “Sorry, darling. I don’t recycle trash.”
But what I didn’t expect was him.
Alexander Pierce dropped to one knee in front of me—the man who had once mocked my fall, now looking up with something raw and undisguised in his crimson gaze.
“I knew you’d take back everything they stole,” he said, voice low. “Now…” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Take me too.”

WARNING: Adult content included OVER 18+
She arched herself against the pleasure of his mouth, and gave out a soft moan, raked her hot nipples with his teeth and dragged it up a bit then gently rubbed his tongue on it before proceeding to suckle on it again.

Slowly he went in again with a finger into the lace tong and thrust slowly into her hot, creamy and clenching channel, and she was still very much tight,making him wonder how many men she’s been with.


Dumped and disgraced on their anniversary day infront of her colleagues by her boyfriend Luke.
Her first love and a man who she had sacrificed all her life for including 7 abortions!

Valerie Jumbo was left with no choice but to be the chief bridesmaid at her own wedding in just a few weeks!
Her replacement was her own best friend!

To get away from the heartbreak and betrayal, the only solution was suicide then an unexpected chance came out of the blues,she grabbed it.
Desperate to get over her ex, she had accepted to be a one time date for her controlling, insufferable and egocentric,popular billionaire CEO,Mr Prince Norman!
A sinfully sexy and incredibly irresistible playboy, whom every woman had a crush on, Valerie included.

But Mr Prince wanted more. Something Valerie swore never to give to any man again, and that which he also swore to his Alpha self never to ask of a woman.
A chance to love.

I spent five years letting men degrade me at a club, all to save $300,000 for my blind brother Joren's eye surgery.
The day I finally raised the money, I excitedly told him he would be able to see again—only to discover he was never blind to begin with.
My husband’s "bankrupt" company had been thriving all along. My parents, who supposedly died in a plane crash, had been living luxuriously abroad.
My husband even took my "stillborn" daughter and gave her to my adopted sister.
My entire family conned me for five years to "teach me a lesson"—all because my adopted sister claimed I bullied her.
Now, they are forcing me to donate my liver to the woman who stole my life, threatening that I'll never see my biological daughter again if I refuse.
But what they don't know is that I have terminal liver cancer, and I only have two days left to live...

My husband and I couldn’t get pregnant after we got married, and we really wanted a baby of our own,

We tried IVF, and after three failed rounds I finally got pregnant,

But then my husband and my parents suddenly started pressuring me to get an abortion...

（Everyone would be unable to resist a story about a love-crazed woman finding her beloved man.）
Do you know what the craziest expression of love for someone is?
It is to imprison them, to belong to oneself forever.
I have been monitoring my beloved Lawrence for four years, and suddenly one day he disappeared into thin air.
I received an invitation.
Do you want to retrieve what is most precious to you?
Paradise Island - Welcome to your arrival.

My husband stole my work, my future, and nearly my life.
For years, I thought betrayal was the worst thing he could do to me.
I was wrong.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
I did.
Until I discovered the empire carrying his name should have been mine.
Now I'm taking it back.
But the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize...
My husband may not be the mastermind after all.

“You're my wife,” the billionaire thundered. “We had a deal years ago, Riana, a deal you ran away from before fulfilling. Now that fate has brought you back, this’s no longer only about a deal but a proposal is now involved.”

“I don’t even understand what you’re talking about. Your wife? A deal? That never happened. I’m your lawyer, nothing more. And as far as that’s concerned, I’ve done my job and we’ve won the case. Now I’m leaving.” Riana stated.

“No, Riana. You’re not done until I say you’re done. Morever, you're not married. You're still as single as the day you walked away. Which means…” He stepped closer, his hand capturing her face.

“…I can do this.”

And before she could speak again, his lips crashed against hers, igniting the fire of a past she thought she’d buried forever.

—----

Riana Theodore’s life crumbled on the eve of her wedding when she caught her fiancé in bed with her own brother. Broken and humiliated, she sought revenge in a stranger’s arms, sealing it with a reckless one-night stand and a fake marriage.

But fate had other plans. That stranger turned out to be her fiancé’s stepbrother. Their confrontation at the altar ended in chaos, and an accident that wiped her memories.

Six years later, the past comes knocking when Riana was summoned to defend a billionaire client, said to be unconscious, while his new wife fights for half of his empire.

But at the final hearing, everything shatters, because right there was a man she doesn't know, but be says they once made a deal. He says she belongs to him. But how could that be when she doesn’t even remember marrying him in the first place? And, what's this new and old proposal all about?

I hate Lucas very much, even though he is my brother's best friend.

Everyone else looked at Lucas and saw a righteous gentleman. But all I looked at him and saw a malicious, self-righteous jerk.

I had proposed my feelings to him whom I had fallen in love with the moment I set my eyes on him.

However, he had crushed my feelings and went abroad the next day.

Now, he's back and undeniably, I couldn't believe that my heart still beats for the man who had crushed me so hard after several years.

Can I let go of the love I had for him or it seems like it has come to stay?

"Aspen" I hear someone whisper from faraway. I ignore it and just pass it off as the wind since I left my window open last night.

"Aspen" I hear again except it's louder this time. I ignore it again.

A couple of minutes later a sweet smell fills my nostrils. It reminds me of pineapples and vanilla.

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to burn your favorite book" I hear a familiar voice say which causes my eyes to snap open as I jolt up in bed so that I'm facing my best friend

Betrothed before she was even born, Mel finds herself bound to the Chief of the bear tribe. Winning his affection is the least of her worries when she learns the real reason for the arranged marriage.

A reason that might make her stay in Orion not so welcoming, especially when she is to wed a beast.

Kayden was invited for a wedding in Lock Heart pack but was no fan of the party, going out he knew someone was in the booth of his car and the set of werewolves who came dared not go against a demon alpha like him.

He had no idea she was his destined mate but he saved her, little did he know she is in great danger because she is already marked as a slave ,she tried to cry to her mate in a way to save her but he rejected her when he found out she was his mate, she was heart broken.

What will she do? She needs her mate to accept her and save her.

He hired her to destroy her family.
He didn’t expect to crave her more than revenge.

When Ava Sinclair walks into Leon Blackwell’s office, she has no idea the powerful, sinfully gorgeous CEO knows her darkest secret. To him, she’s just the perfect pawn in a long-awaited plan for vengeance. But the moment he touches her, the game changes.

She’s off-limits.
She’s innocent.
And he wants her anyway.

One contract. No feelings. No escape.
But as passion ignites and truths unravel, Ava learns that falling for the devil comes with a price.
And Leon?
He never loses. Especially not what's his.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica.
This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you.
Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn.

"Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me."
"Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare.
"You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?"
My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes."
"Say it. I want to hear every word."
"I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..."
He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?"
The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl.
"So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

He had his face pointing at my pussy, his hands fondling the skin of my thighs as I let out a soft moan.
I could feel hands squeezing my bare breasts and my lips devoured by another.
My body squivered, my hormones kicks as I yanked on the bed moaning in a muffled tone, feeling the man who knelt before my pussy licking my wetness.
This was it, the moment I've been waiting for, to be devoured by my stepbrothers who looked at me like they already own me.


Lena happens to be invited to the palace by her estranged mother only to realize it's a funeral of the supreme alpha.
To worsen it, she happens to meet her boyfriend, Aaron from the past who left her shattered bringing up memories.
To worsen it, they got to realize they are step siblings.
Wanting to leave there quietly, she suddenly gets informed that she's the next alpha king rather than Aaron who has worked all his life for it.
It didn't end there, he had other brothers, dangerous, hot and sexy who sees her as their thing to either ruin or keep.
Coupled with the palace play of power, she's left to either accept this responsibility or drop it for her safety.
But staring at her ex who looked down on her, a bully who mocks her, a mother who never regarded her and five daring brothers who looks at her like they own her, she can't say no.
Will she survive the palace when she suddenly gets kidnapped on her first night?

One violent mistake turns Davis Ford from West Ridge Elite University’s most famous hockey star into the athlete everyone suddenly fears. With his future falling apart, his family creates the perfect solution: a fake relationship to repair his image before he loses everything.
Pearl Arlo wants nothing to do with him. As a behavioral psychology student fighting to protect her scholarship and future, Pearl has spent years avoiding rich athletes like Davis. She sees through people too easily, and the anger Davis hides behind fame is impossible for her to ignore.
But when her future is threatened, saying no becomes harder than she expected. What starts as a fake relationship for cameras and headlines slowly becomes something real as late nights, growing feelings, and emotional pressure pull them closer together. Because the more Pearl understands Davis, the more dangerous their connection becomes.
When love starts feeling like obsession, can two broken people really survive each other?

MATURE CONTENT: BDSM, NO RAPE

Bambi Scout, a mistreated Omega, has one goal: escape her pack and become a rogue. Her plans shatter when she is unexpectedly chosen as the Alpha’s breeding mate—a position every she-wolf covets and one she never wanted.

Thrust into a world of glittering envy and vicious hatred, Bambi must now face the pack's most powerful and dangerous figures, including the ambitious Luna Odessa. But the most terrifying figure of all is the ruthless Alpha Dawn himself, a wolf of ice and calculated command whose cold demeanor cracks the first night he takes her to his bed.

What begins as a duty for him ignites into a dark, all-consuming obsession.


"Can you just leave me, please? I do not wish to get into trouble with the Luna again."

"But, I want you and I fucking need you. How many times do I have to say it to make it stick?"

"I don't care! Just go! Leave! Please, Alpha."

"I like that," He cupped my jaw. "Sounds like something I want to hear when I'm deep inside you."

I let out an angry, frustrated sigh.

"So, why do you keep depriving us of this?" he continued, "Why can't you give us this?"

"But, why are you doing this, Alpha? Can't you leave when I say so?"

"No!" He shot back. "I hate the idea of anyone else having you. I despise the idea of any man having a taste of you. If I don't have you, no one else can. And if any man dares to try me, I'll paint the town red. Come to me or I'll make your life miserable."

"How pathetic of you, Aspen. Falling in love with your mate’s murderer. Worse still, he doesn’t love you, he only sees you as a key to getting what he wants."


On the day her mate was supposed to return and take over as Alpha, Aspen watched his murder happen over FaceTime.
She swore to avenge him, but she has no idea who the killer is or where to start.

To find answers, she disguises herself as a male and joins an academy meant for Alpha heirs. Everything goes as planned until she meets Ronan Cross, her second chance mate. But he’s already betrothed to a jealous Alpha’s daughter who would kill to keep him.

When rumors spread that an Omega is pretending to be an Alpha, Aspen’s secret is in danger. Now she must hide her identity, find her mate’s killer, and resist the man whose voice sounds just like the one she heard the night of the murder.

When the truth comes out, will she choose love or vengeance?

I fucked the daughter of my best friend. Now I have to safeguard her.
Skye needs to learn how to swim in my infinity pool.
That sounds like a great deal.

And I know precisely what my malicious purpose is.

Take her in the water with my hands on her curves.

I know it's terrible, but she's as desperate as I am.

Our affair will be our little secret.

My former business partner, on the other hand, is out for vengeance.

He's threatening to go public and reveal our identities.

It'll wreck us both.

So I'll be one step ahead of him.
I'll protect her... even if it means marrying her

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing.
He saw my face.
That was the end of my normal life.
Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive.
Maybe he was right.
The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head.
That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about.
I came here as a witness.
I stayed as something else entirely.
Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave.
The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him.
I was about to find out.

“Don’t go. Do as he says,” grandmother said. Suzanne blinked and looked into her grandmother’s face.

“Grandmama?”

Grandmother’s eyes were no longer glazed, and she had spoken with such clarity when usually, her speech was slurred. At that very moment, Suzanne had no doubt that her grandmother’s mind was crystal clear.

Grandmother held onto Suzanne’s hand and gently pried open her palm, revealing the black mark. Grandmother’s eyes narrowed as she traced her bony finger on Suzanne’s palm before staring back at Suzanne.

“This,” she pointed at Suzanne’s palm, “This is the mark of the beast.”

Elysa Dawson – the shining jewel of Dawson Group, a symbol of talent, pride, and elegance – had shared a seven-year-long love with Kael Brown, son of the Brown Corporation, a romance hailed as “legendary” in the eyes of the media.
But when she received the devastating news of terminal stomach cancer, with only two months left to live, Elysa made a desperate choice: to end her own life. Fate would not allow her to die, and to keep Kael from witnessing her decline, she pretended to lose her memory, pushing the man she once loved away.
Yet Elysa never imagined that the pain and betrayal ran even deeper than she thought. Falsified medical records, a plot to seize control of Dawson Group, the mysterious death of her best friend… all pointed to a horrifying truth. The person she hated the most was, in fact, the only one silently protecting her.
After three years of disappearing into the shadows, Elysa returned – cold, sharp, and powerful. She began her revenge: manipulating markets, spreading rumors, and piercing Kael’s heart with sweetly cruel strikes.
But when the truth was revealed, when the Dawson family’s conspiracy unraveled, she realized that the seven-year love had never truly left – and the one who never let go of her was Kael.
A story of hatred, love, betrayal, and the power of love that endures the darkness, where pain becomes a scar, both eternal and beautiful.

For three years, I was his hidden wife. His secretary by day, his wife by night. No ring, no ceremony, no recognition. I gave up my medical career to save his dying company.
Then she came back. His first love. He announced her as his fiancée at his victory party. Right in front of me.
He asked for a divorce. I signed.
But he never knew the truth. That I was once the top student of a medical legend. That the secret drawing he found—the one he thought was another man—was actually him. That the woman he discarded is about to become the one he can never reach again.
Now? It's my turn to rise.