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Eloise has decided to stay away from relationships till she secures a good-paying job after college. All goes to hell when she meets Victor, a student at her school who she's never met until a party. He's an introvert and everything she wants in a man.

Will she hold her ground on not wanting a relationship
OR
Will victor graduate college with a broken heart from Eloise who is everything different from him yet so perfect he can't help but fall in love with.

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.

Married to Damien Blackwood for two years, Vera Sinclair has become the most notorious trophy wife in the city. As the legitimate Mrs. Blackwood, she can only watch helplessly as her family's business crumbles, her father faces criminal charges, and no one dares to offer assistance.

Damien looked at her with cold indifference: "Vera, if I don't say a word, do you think there is anyone in this town who would dare to help you?"

Everyone watches her crash into walls everywhere she turns, bloodied and broken, her eyes growing colder with each rejection. When her heart began to freeze after experiencing all of this, fate gave her a way out of the darkness.

At their first meeting, she lights a cigarette for him with steady hands. At their parties, he asks with a knowing smile, "Tell me, Miss Sinclair, how much are you planning to spend on me?"

Caspian Vale—a distinguished heir, cold and noble, who has never made a single mistake. Everyone in the city speaks his name with admiration and respect.

That morning, when Vera leaves Caspian's hotel and gets photographed by the paparazzi, the entire city erupts in scandal. The city's untouchable golden boy has actually taken his rival's wife!

Everyone says Vera is skilled at seducing powerful men, but Caspian's response silences them all with just four words— "I made the first move."

Under the city lights, in the embrace of falling snow, from the very beginning, it was he who took the initiative.

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 met my future husband from thirty years later in a late-night diner. He knows every hidden habit and secret of mine. Mistaking the star quarterback for my destined love, I endured endless ambiguity and humiliation from him and his stepsister. But when he abandoned me in front of the whole school, I finally learned the truth — the man meant to love me for a lifetime was never him.

My parents ruined my wedding six times.

Every single time, right at the moment the ring was about to slip onto my finger—the first time, Mom knocked over the champagne tower. The second time, Dad drove his pickup truck straight through the floral arch... Either the groom wasn't good enough, or the wedding was too cheap. Each time was more batshit crazy than the last. The sixth time, Mom even held a knife to her own throat, threatening me not to put on the ring.

It made no sense to me—why push me to get married while doing everything to stop me from wearing that ring?

So for the seventh wedding, I chose a small chapel in a remote mountain area, went completely off-grid, dead certain they'd never track me down.

Just as Ethan was about to slide the ring onto my finger—

The chapel doors burst open.

Two figures stumbled in, gasping for air, faces streaked with tears.

My parents.

At seven years old, he pulled me from the rapids—and for the eleven years that followed, I loved this man I called "Uncle."

Then Sophia appeared. She accused me of pushing her down the stairs, and Michael didn't spare me so much as a glance before throwing me out into the storm. I knocked until my hands were raw and bleeding. He never opened the door.

Three years later, he showed up at my workplace, demanding I "come home" with him. His pregnant girlfriend flaunted a twelve-week ultrasound, cooing about how the baby already "looked just like him"—then staged yet another fall, told yet another lie, let out yet another shriek, casting me once more as the heartless monster.

But this time, I won't beg.

This time, I know secrets they don't.

Because that miscarriage three years ago? That baby? That ultrasound?

None of it was real.

The question is—how much has Michael already lost, and can he see the truth before the one person who ever truly loved him is gone for good?

Welcome to The Wonderland Club.

Here you can explore all your darkest fantasies and strangest dreams. No wicked thought or outlandish request is too much. Free yourself from the shackles of reality and join us in this fantastical world. Let loose and go a little mad because we're all mad here.

My name is Alicia. I'm trapped in the Wonderland Club, a slave to the ruthless owner Wendel and his red queen Lilith. I had a debt with them and when they decided to relocate for better business options they took all of us who owed them a debt with them.

Now we're stuck in this place we can never leave, and none of us know when I debt will be paid. Because there is no rules in Wonderland.

When someone is killed outside the club though all hell breaks loose. Suddenly our club is under a microscope and the cops are banging down the door. Why they don't know is they won't find answers here, no one knows the truth about this place. That means no witnesses for them to talk to and no evidence to help their case.

That doesn't seem to deter Detective Rowan King. He sees things he shouldn't and the first time he looked at me I knew I wouldn't be able to hide. There is a spark between us which means he might be the one to finally break me free. Now I just have to convince him and my other guys not to kill each other long enough for us to escape.

This is going to be messy.

*this is a reverse harem story which means the female main character will have more than one love interest.

*TW: Blood, violence, language, sexual content, crime, and descriptions of crime scenes

I'm Lilly. After my rescue from a rival club, the Reckless Renegades gave me a new start. I was just getting my life on track when my past comes back to haunt me. With a newfound passion for singing will my old guardian who is set on selling me ruin the future I am building. After an accident that my guardian set up in a kidnapping attempt, I lose my vision. I have to learn how to live my life differently. I need to overcome my new challenges and give up on my dream. Will I rise to the challenge? Will my guardian win? Will I get to find love and happiness despite everything that has happened to me?
I'm Tank. I fell for her hard but I don't deserve her. She is light and innocent. I'm a dark biker. She deserves more than me. When her past comes back I need to step up and claim what is mine.

Merigold is a single mom who was just supposed to meet the brother she just found. She didn't expect to be thrown into a world of motorcycle clubs and danger. Her father started the club and her brother now runs it. She is the heiress to the club. She didn't expect to fall in love with not one but two club members only to have her heartbroken. She wasn't supposed to get pregnant. Who is the father? Do I tell them? And there was no way she was supposed to get kidnapped by a rival club. Will she be rescued in time to save her life and the lives of her babies.

Xavier Banks has always fought his way through life. Fighting from his authoritative father's influence, fighting his way up the entertainment industry without his family's support but after getting to the top, he's not sure what he wants anymore.

All people see is the Xavier in front of the camera – 25 years old, A-list actor at the top of his game. Tall, handsome, charismatic and successful. The Xavier who has the perfect family and the perfect life. The Xavier who was born into luxury and made his own riches and has never lacked anything in his life.

But this is only what the public sees. When news about the truth surrounding Xavier's birth is made public, this image is shattered and so is Xavier who didn't know about this.

Mia Henshaw, who is trying to find her place in the world after spending most of her life in foster care. She is an average 21 years old college student. She works two jobs to provide for her daily expenses and goes through life's challenges with an optimistic attitude and a smile on her face.

Though she is independent, cheerful and chatty, she is afraid of trusting people and fears being abandoned. She channels her energy into baking and one day dreams of owning her own bakery.

They are from two different worlds yet their parallel lines intertwine when Xavier needs an escape from his reality.

Through their misunderstandings and challenges, they couldn't help but be attracted to one another.

But life, or rather Xavier's Dad doesn't want them to be together. Will they manage to end up together? Or will Xavier's Dad make them part ways forever?

I've run a pet rescue shop for five years. I've lost count of the animals I've saved. Around the neighborhood, people call me the good Samaritan of Main Street. My husband, Adam Carter, and I have been married five years, and he's always been gentle and attentive.

It's a rainy night in late fall, and I come across an injured starling in the alley on my way home, its wing broken.

The second I scoop it into my arms, a man's voice cuts through the dark.

"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock. Whatever you do, don't go home. Your husband's going to sneak out with your best friend, and on the road, they're going to hit someone and kill them. Then they're going to run, and they're going to pin it on you."

I look down into the starling's eyes, and the color drains out of my face.

Five years of what I thought was love, and it was just a trap waiting to close in.

A talking bird. Nobody's going to believe that if I go to the cops.

I don't even think twice. I just take the bird and head downtown.

For three years Theo Callahan endured the wrath of his wealthy in-laws, the Whitmores, after being blacklisted and exiled from his chosen profession, journalism. Fortune smiled on him as he found a secret room in the mansion where he found evidence of their generational crimes, including the murder of his own uncle. Theo is paid off with hush money and goes into the shadows, constructing a new empire. But when a mysterious, highly skilled tech partner enters his life, Theo gains the leverage to finally strike back. However, betrayal lurks in the shadows. What will Theo do when his closest ally colludes with his enemies, costing him half his fortune? Find out in this gripping story of betrayal, greed, two-front warfare, and ultimate redemption.

Lena Hart returns to San Francisco for her best friend’s wedding expecting a few days of nostalgia, family chaos, and a story she can take back to New York. What she doesn’t expect is Cassian Vale.
Once just her best friend’s older brother, Cassian is now the owner of a growing winery empire—and nothing about him feels familiar anymore. As Lena tries to treat him like just another subject for her work, old memories and unspoken history start to blur the line between what she remembers and what she may have missed entirely.

For seven whole years, I believed I was suffering from severe amnesia.

I was grateful to my fiancé Vance for never leaving my side, and felt guilty for my sister Daphne's endless tolerance.

Until the eve of the wedding, when I opened a private group chat on Vance's computer named "Remaking Nora."

The over three hundred pages of chat logs were a cruel game that ate me alive:

"That idiot Nora 'forgot' her Stanford acceptance letter again today. Daphne, the spot is yours."
"Hide her wedding ring at the bachelorette party tomorrow night. Watching her frantically look for it like a dog will be absolutely hilarious."

Messages kept popping up in the group. They couldn't wait to see me break down in tears and self-loathing again because of my "amnesia."

I calmly took off the ring on my ring finger, preparing to pack my bags.

Since they wanted a Nora who couldn't remember anything so badly, I would grant their wish—

I would forget this wedding, along with the two of them, completely, and permanently clear them out of my life.

In my boyfriend Arthur's world, everyone could be labeled with an ER triage tag: green for minor, yellow for observation, red for critical.   As the emotionally stable one, I was forever the green tag in his life.   But my best friend, who cried and threw tantrums, was the red tag he never left the side of.   Two years ago, with my mother on the verge of death from heart failure on one side, and my best friend threatening suicide while drunk over a bad breakup on the other—he chose the latter without hesitation.   Until tonight. Separated by a single door, I watched him pull my best friend into his arms, kissing her with a greedy, desperate loss of control.

"I'm on a business trip. I'll be home in two days."
That's what my husband told me before he stopped answering my calls.
That same night, our son was rushed to the hospital.
While I sat beside his bed, terrified and alone, I discovered a truth my husband had spent years hiding.
One lie led to another.
The deeper I dug, the less I recognized the man I'd loved for ten years.
He thought I would keep believing him.
He thought I would never leave.
Most of all, he thought everything he took from me would stay his.
He was wrong.
Because while he was busy protecting his secrets, I was gathering the truth.
And when the day finally came, I didn't just walk away from my marriage—
I made sure he paid for every lie.
This time, I'm not fighting to keep what we built together.
I'm taking back everything that was mine.

My aunt was terrified I'd end up with a human. So she arranged a marriage herself.

The groom? Kael Voss. Alpha heir to the most powerful pack on the East Coast.

I had a Moonstone Mate Necklace custom-made for the occasion. Global commission. A hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

The day I went to pick it up, it was snatched right out of my hands.

The woman who took it? Chloe Hart. Kael's so-called childhood best friend.

She looked me up and down like I was a stray dog that had wandered in off the street.

"A hundred and eighty grand? Sweetheart, you can't even afford the tax."

Then she told me to get on my knees. Right there, in front of the whole store. Scream three times, "I'm a worthless stray Omega and I know my place."

I didn't kneel.

I threw her own words right back in her face and put her on the floor with one kick.

That's when Kael walked in. My fiancé. The man I'd never met until that very moment.

And damn... he was gorgeous.

I'll be honest, I'm shallow. Always have been. That face hit every single thing on my list.

So I walked right up to him, gave him my sweetest smile, and said, "Hi. I'm Judy. Your fiancée."

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to date a leprechaun? Probably not. No one really wants to date a two foot tall, red-haired, green suit wearing, money hungry trickster. But what if that leprechaun was a 6‘5“ tall, coal black haired, blue eyed, chiseled god who runs an international crime syndicate out of his hole in the wall bar? What if this millennium old Fae has been infatuated with you since you walked into his bar eight years ago? Would you want to date a leprechaun then?

Quinn is an overworked school teacher/bartender. She is struggling to pay off her gambling addicted brother's debts. Her brother owes a lot of money to bad men and they come for their pound of flesh. Quinn's long-time boss, Ciaran, protects and helps her. He reveals to her that he is more than human and he has loved her since he met her. Which comes as a surprise, since he had always just been her stoic boss.

Stormy, a witch with unique power and lineage she can't remember, lives in a universe where magic is dying and the world is about to end. To save the future she trades her voice for the ability to travel through time.
Stormy returns to the past to unite the magical races and unify the shifter world through a multi-mate bond. As Stormy and her reverse harem embark on a quest to find a way to reunite the fading magic, she struggles to understand a prophecy that promises true love and the heartbreak of betrayal.

My sister’s TikTok Shop was on the verge of being shut down. As a top livestream creator with three million followers, I stepped in and turned a warehouse full of dead inventory into bestsellers.

That night, my sister shipped the wrong items for three hundred orders. I apologized on camera, then paid ten thousand dollars out of my own pocket to issue refunds and send replacements.

After the livestream, I went to the warehouse to pick up samples for tomorrow. The second I grabbed two insulated tumblers, my sister snatched them out of my hands.

“I knew it! You’ve been stealing from me again!”

I told her they were samples and that every item had been logged.

She refused to listen and smacked the shelf with her palm.

“My inventory has been off for months because you’ve been stealing from me! Pay me twenty thousand dollars, or I’m calling the cops!”

For three months, I hadn’t charged a flat fee or taken a dime in commission. I had even covered the customer service costs myself.

And now she was calling me a thief.

Our parents rushed in when they heard the shouting. Mom wrapped an arm around my sister and glared at me.

“You’re her older sister. You’re supposed to help her. But stealing says everything about what kind of person you are.”

Dad looked at me with disappointment. “Do you have any idea how hard your sister has worked to build this business? How could you take advantage of her?”

I looked at the three of them, each one convinced they were in the right, and laughed.

Fine. If they thought anyone could sell this stuff, they could go live and sell it themselves.

When twenty-five-year-old Sonja steps into her regular BDSM club, she expects another night of disappointment or maybe a nice encounter with a nice Dom for a change. As the night went on it seems more like disappointment was facing her yet again, but then she meets John – a Dominant twice her age who she never seen at the club before. With his steady hand and rare ability, her plays with her and guides her into subspace for the first time since she joined the BDSM world. What begins as a single night of trust quickly deepens as John checks in on her every single day afterwards, proving that intensity his dominance comes with care and not just pain, like so many before him. After the first week she already knew he was different she just didn’t know how different he really was.

But by Friday, fate twists their lives together in ways neither of them expected: John is announced as the new CEO of Bradford Rynn Properties the company Sonja works at which means she will be working directly under him as she was the CEO’s personal assistant. Suddenly their secret dynamic collides with the working world. Can they balance the electrical pull of their Dom-sub relationship with the boundaries of the office? Will they want to? Will colleagues, family, friends or the weight of power destroys what they build? What happens when love and an unexpected pregnancy threaten to turn their carefully negotiated roles into something far more complicated?
A story of desire, trust, and impossible choices, this novel ask: how far will they go to protect both their careers and their hearts? Does John’s career even matter to him at the end?

Trixie Baker has spent her whole life being overlooked. So when the school's most celebrated hockey player sent her a personal note, she believed it was genuine. She showed up. She held the sign. And she watched him kiss her stepsister instead.
That was just the beginning of the worst day of her life.
Now she's been selected for a modeling campaign alongside the boy who humiliated her, watched by a man who sees everything she tries to hide, and her stepmother is willing to burn her to the ground to keep her in her place.
Trixie has never been anyone's first choice.
She's about to find out what happens when she finally becomes her own.

To the rest of the world, I was just a blue-collar "oil rig worker" battling the sun and storms at sea year-round.

But my true service record is locked deep in the Pentagon’s top-secret archives. Codename: "Ghost"—a specialist handling the military's deadliest black ops overseas.

The day my final mission ended, I pushed open my front door filled with anticipation, only to be greeted by a floor pooled with blood and smashed furniture.

An untouchable syndicate had beaten my wife black and blue and abducted my seven-year-old son, threatening to harvest him for the black-market organ trade.

Right now, safely holed up in a subterranean fortress, the arrogant syndicate boss is hiding behind multi-ton blast doors and dozens of hired guns, scoffing at the "cowardly" husband who only knew how to cry to the cops.

What they don't know is that, just a few minutes ago, I permanently shredded that disguise.

Let the hunt begin...

Growing up, my parents and brother favored only me, treating my sister Della like a burden. They locked her in the basement and fled overnight with me to Aldermere.
Twenty years later, for the sake of my upcoming wedding, they brought me back to that old house to erase the last traces of her existence.
But none of us expected that Della wasn't dead. Decades had passed, yet she still looked exactly as she did back then. She even followed us to our new home—and right now, she’s sitting quietly on our living room sofa, slowly turning her head to smile at us...

He was a young and intelligent 22yr old man who had recently gotten his masters, a few years after he'd graduated from college. Oh, he sure had attended the best schools. He'd attended highschool in a prestigious school in Istanbul, and had gotten his first degree in Dubai. As well as his masters. He was quite educationally accomplished at such a young age. One thing that made his parents very proud.

The only thing, that made his parents proud.

"I'm looking for a wife," he said. "And I believe you may be suitable."
"You're not in love with me."
"No."
"You don't intend to be."
"No."
"Then why would I agree to this?"
"Because I'm not offering romance. I'm offering security."
She married him knowing one thing clearly: love was never part of the agreement.
Their marriage was built on terms, not promises.
A shared home. A shared bed. A public image to maintain.
Nothing more.
He was distant, controlled, and never cruel, but never warm either.
To him, she was a wife in name, a solution to a problem, a role that needed to be filled.
What neither of them expected was how silence could become dangerous.
How intimacy without love could still leave marks.
How wanting someone could come long before admitting it.
As the line between obligation and desire begins to blur, she must decide how long she can stay where she isn't truly chosen and he must face the truth he never planned for.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn't loving someone too much…
It's realizing you never meant to love them at all.

This year, out of nowhere, my mate Dominic told me to take two months off and go to Ashvale with our son, Finn. Eight years, and he'd never once given me a single day off.
I thought he'd finally noticed how tired I was.
Then Maren found a letter in his study. It was from his Beta, laying out the whole plan. Move his old flame Camille and her daughter into the main house. Hold a mating ceremony the moment I was gone.
I don't know how long I stood there holding that letter before I could think straight again.
If my mate wanted to bring her home and pick up where they left off, that was his business.
I packed our son's things for Ashvale.
I just wasn't planning on coming back.

I am a princess of the deep sea. For love, I abandoned my crown and used ocean magic to help him rise from a penniless sailor to a duke of immense wealth.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, he slapped me in front of all the guests, tore the Ocean Crown from my head to place it on his mistress, and ripped away my reverse scales: "I'm sick of this freakish marriage to a monster!" Blood flowed down the coral cuts, and my unborn child miscarried in the humiliation.

The moment the first reverse scale fell from my chest, I forgot our first kiss. At the same time, his three gold-laden ships mysteriously sank on the windless sea.

The Abyssal Pact has been activated: seven reverse scales correspond to seven memories. With each scale that falls, I forget him a little more, while he loses all the wealth he gained through me.

"Don't come near me, Alpha Tristan," I said. "Our story has been over for a long time. It's better to keep it that way."
"Valerie, I know I made mistakes. We all did. I didn't see how much you did for us—how much you sacrificed." He choked out, "But now I can fix it. It's not too late."
"Just leave," I said, trying to walk past him, only for his hand to stop me.


In one life, Valerie, Luna of the Eclipse pack had died for a man who didn't love her, for a sister who betrayed her. She had spent her life in misery with a family who didn't care for her and couldn't even be there in her last moments.But no more.After her untimely death, she woke up to find herself years in the past.
This time, she knows what she has to do; renounce her Luna position and start afresh as a rogue. It was the best solution for her and her unborn child.
Yet what happens when they reunite and the man who hated her with a passion suddenly looks at her differently? When another Alpha vies for her attention, who will she choose?

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.”

Two years of marriage, I stood by Alpha Noah’s side, carried his child—
I truly believed happiness was finally coming.

Until that day, he sat behind his desk, looked at me with cold indifference, and said:
“Let’s get a divorce.”

But I'm pregnant.
He and his white moonlight just scoffed, stood up, and looked down at me:
“Then get rid of it.”

I thought that was the end.

But it wasn’t.

My child and I survived.

And their good days—
are just beginning to end.

You threw me away back then.
Now you’re not even worthy of seeing me in your dreams.

"I want to taste you, can I?" He asked pleadingly. I was gonna say no, but the thobbing in my nether region said yes.
"Yes," I breathed shakily. He then started to kiss my hip bone trailing as he pulled my paties off.
"Raise your legs," he instructed and I obeyed. He pulled my legs apart and inhaled. "Exquisite," he praised as he lowered his head and gave me a long, luxurious l*ck.
Dionnah Delaney is a hardworking, ambitious African American. She is headstrong and knows exactly what she wants in life. She does accounting plus she runs a successful design business with her other sister Danielle, who is engaged to Johnathan Mulroney. Johnny cannot stop raving about his other brother Mikey who has retired from being a Navy seal and he's coming home just in time for the big wedding.
Dionnah doesn't want love and commitment after her first love broke her heart several years ago. But things change when Mikey steps into the picture. He's a billionaire playboy, who is smug and conceited on top of all that. Even though the two butt heads they can't deny their undeniable attraction. After one night of steamy sex, Dionnah and Mikey agree to never talk about it again, until weeks later when two pink lines show up on a pregnancy test.
What will happen when Mikey wants more than what Dionnah has to offer, will she be able to let love in her heart, or will her ambivalence cause her to miss her chance at happiness and her forever after?

When a botched attempt at love ends with Jake, Myra's crush of five years embracing an unknow woman at a party, fate allows her to meet and spend a night with charming older stranger, Hart.

Believing that being with Hart will help her forget the pain of her failed love, Myra decides to take a second chance at love, only to be pulled into Hart's unordinary life filled with twists and struggles.

Just as Myra starts believing in fate again, Jake reappears in her life witha secret between their families: a secret she needs to fulfil.

Read along to find out who is the destined prince of Myra's love story.

Their relationship was a mistake from the start. She loves him, but he loves another. When they tied the knot, they had to untie it because before she could say "I do," their marriage was doomed. Will they be able to heal after all the hurt or is it the end for their love?

Synopsis

“We can't.” I whisper so low I'm afraid he can't hear me.

“Oh, but we can, my little firefly.” He corners me against the door, his eyes laden with desire.

“But, I-” He cuts me off with a kiss.

“Trust me, my little firefly, I will lay your enemies at your feet and you shall revel in their ashes because you've always been mine.”


I lost all that I held dear in one day. My name is Daphne Greyson, the granddaughter and heir of the billionaire Chairman of the YC Group, the largest business conglomerate in Europe.

I had everything. Just like it says in the fairytales, I met my prince charming and had my happily ever after before it all came crashing down around me in an instant.

Those who I trusted the most betrayed my trust and broke my heart. They took everything from me. So when I meet Ethan Hunt, a man from my past who promises to help me deliver my revenge, I don't think twice.

However, he says he wants more, he wants me but any relationship between us is impossible.

Will I let him break down the walls betrayal and pain have erected in my heart and open up to love again?

There's one thing I'm sure of though, I'll never shed another tear again.

To protect my childhood sweetheart from the "bullies," I gave up my Yale recommendation and rejected the offer from Institut Le Rosey. I even promised to transfer with him to an ordinary local public school.
But the day before I was supposed to submit my transfer application, I overheard him in the locker room.
His friend laughed,"You faked being bullied all this time just to trick her into leaving?"
Duke’s voice was sickeningly cold. "She’s always looking down on me with her Old Money arrogance. Having her constantly breathing down my neck is suffocating. Now she's stuck here, and Jennifer and I can finally breathe."
I stood outside the door for a long time. Then, without a word, I turned away.
I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Tell the board in Switzerland I'm accepting the Le Rosey offer."
Duke forgot one crucial thing: Without my protection, he was nothing but an unacknowledged bastard. We were always worlds apart.
He thought I would beg him to come back.
He thought wrong.
When Duke finally managed to crawl his way into a high society gala, desperately trying to secure a crumb of investment.
When the doors opened, he froze.
Because the ruthless, untouchable billionaire CEO, Elias Neville—Duke’s legitimate older brother—was walking down the grand staircase.
And his hand was resting possessively on my waist.
Elias looked down at Duke, his voice dripping with deadly calm. "Duke. Where are your manners? Say hello to your future sister-in-law."

"I didn't mean to steal your fiancé!" Layla choked out through her tears. "I just couldn't help falling in love with him. I've always been so envious of you, Camila!"
Camila's gaze flickered between them, her heart pounding a relentless rhythm against her chest.
"Envious?" Camila finally spat out, her voice sharp with incredulity. "Envious of what, Layla? My life falling apart?"
"Yes, envious!" Layla sobbed, her voice breaking. "You've always had everything—the perfect family, the perfect life. And I have nothing." Her chin quivered as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Nothing?" Camila's laugh was hollow, bitter. "You call taking my fiancé 'nothing'?"


When Camila returned home, filled with excitement to surprise her fiancé Blake, she was devastated to find him in bed with her stepsister Layla. This betrayal shattered her heart completely.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Layla had also stolen Camila's meticulously designed jewelry pieces, using them to advance her own career dramatically. Even Camila's father and stepmother openly sided with Layla, pushing Camila into unprecedented isolation.
However, Camila was not broken by these blows. Determined to fight back, she began plotting her revenge with the help of Travis Turner, a business tycoon.
On this path of revenge, filled with emotional entanglements and family power struggles, Camila leverages her talent and resolve to the fullest. Yet, on the brink of justice and vengeance, who will emerge as the true victor?

In their 6-year marriage, Nora never succeeded in making Austin fall in love with her. Upon learning of her stage-IV cancer, she only begged for ten months. "After ten months, I will divorce you. Please, don't hate me." "What game are you playing?" "I'm tired and want to be free." Childhood sweethearts grew old as time passed. Nora loved Austin for 13 years, while Austin gave all his love to someone else. Austin decided to divorce Nora, who was suffering great pain from illness. "Austin, can you wait a little longer?" "Nora, don't love me anymore." In Austin's world, Nora was a restraint, but losing her felt like losing his heart. When all memories surfaced, Austin woke up and realized that the person he loved was always Nora. Nora died during surgery on the operating table, leaving behind their child. "I'm tired; I can't love you anymore. In the next life, let's not meet again. We forgive each other. From now on, we owe each other nothing!" Austin regretted not realizing it sooner and closed off his heart, living each day as if it were the last until one day. "Sir, I am Hannah, not Nora."

My best friend Cecilia framed me, causing me to miscarry at six months pregnant. My husband Zach destroyed the evidence I found to protect her reputation. To keep me silent, he even threatened me with my mother's life.

The son I’d nearly died giving birth to looked me dead in the eye after seven years of calling the woman who ruined my life his mother, and spat: “You’re not even fit to shine Chloe’s shoes.”
My husband Arthur stood right beside him, sneering. “Even your own kid doesn’t believe you. Just accept it.”
I’d always thought if I just humbled myself enough, I might earn even a scrap of pity from this father and son.
I’d fought tooth and nail to get my son back, begged him on my knees to choose me, even when I found out my husband was planning to carve out my kidney alive to keep that woman happy — I still clung to the stupid, desperate hope he’d feel even a flicker of regret.
It broke for good when my seven-year-old son, desperate to please his “new mum”, stuffed the evidence she’d planted to frame me right into the sofa cushions with his own two hands.
That all shattered the night he forced me to kneel and serve for him and that homewrecker while they slept together.
In that moment, I was done being the doormat everyone trampled into the dirt.

She spat, “Get off me!” and tried to wrench free.

I steadied myself and pinned her gently, drawing her hands above her head with mine.

She smelled of lilac and citrus, a bright, impossible scent that I wanted to bathe in. The sight of her—jaw set, lashes damp—clawed at something low and old in me. I get lost looking into her eyes. I get a sense of her anger, annoyance, fire and fierceness from them. Her scent was intoxicating. My eyes start wondering and tracing the features of her face; her perfect nose, angular jaw, and her polished plump sweet looking lips. It led me down to her throat where I could see her strong pulse on the side of her neck. Her neck led down to her beautiful, heaving chest. I could see the outlines of her sensual curves through her dress. She was impeccable.

Killian has spent his life building walls. A seasoned warrior shaped by battle and loss, he trusts discipline and steel far more than people. The last thing he expects is the fierce, stubborn woman who challenges him at every turn.

Alexandria refuses to be dismissed, and Killian quickly realizes she is unlike anyone who has ever crossed his path. As she fights for respect among warriors who doubt her and navigates tensions within the settlement, their reluctant partnership begins to shift into something far more dangerous than rivalry.

But whispers spread, loyalties are tested, and both must decide what they are willing to fight for.

In a world forged by steel and survival, two warriors discover that the greatest battle may not be on the training ground—but in risking their hearts.

Because sometimes the fiercest storms lead you exactly where you were meant to be.

Dillion and Nash knew each other since they were little. Then Nash went away for almost 10 years and when he came back, he then found his mate. They were somewhat happy and then just before they mate Dillion ran away.

It's been 2 years since Dillion and Nash saw each other, will they ever see each other again or will they forever be apart. Will Nash find out Dillion's secret or will it be hidden forever.

Maya has been secretly in love with Liam Miller, her best friend Chloe's older brother, for years even though she knows he is five years older and completely off-limits. When Liam gives her his hoodie in the rain and tells her she is growing up dangerously fast, Maya's carefully hidden feelings begin to surface. On Liam's twenty-first birthday they are left alone and share a kiss that changes everything, but Liam pulls away saying Maya is too young and this cannot happen. Maya tries to move on by agreeing to attend Spring Formal with Noah, but Liam cannot handle watching her with someone else. When their forbidden relationship explodes into a public scandal, they face backlash and accusations that tear both families apart, Maya and Liam must decide if their love is worth the price or if some lines should never be crossed.

“You are going to suck my dick like a good girl.” He commanded, slapping his dick on my already stick out tongue. I wrapped my full lips around him and began bobbing my head up and down.

“I am going to cum but I still need to fuck your little pussy so good.” He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me down onto the bed.

“Fuck, you are so wet and dripping.” He groaned when he pressed his dick to my entrance, rubbing up and down my folds and coating it with the juice leaking out of me.

“Oh my goodness.” I breathed, instantly felt full. He was so damn big.


Evelin was forced into sheltering at the mafia Don safe house when her family was attacked and her father sent to prison under suspicion circumstances. She has to share space with the mafia heir, next Don Anthony Vincenzo. He was known as the Devil himself and pussy hunter.

When she becomes suspicious of the attack on her family, she begins a dangerous road to find answers. But what is more dangerous for her; the mafia Don or the truth someone desperately doesn't want her to find?

"Do you remember me?"

I didn't.

But my husband did.

Everyone believed our marriage was a business arrangement.

Even I believed it.

Until I noticed the way Reginald watched me.

Like a starving man finally finding home.

Like he'd already loved me for years.

Every gentle touch...

Every protective embrace...

Every jealous glance...

None of it was fake.

Then one full moon, I saw his eyes become those of a wolf.

My husband wasn't human.

And neither was the family that had welcomed me so warmly.

They called me something I had never heard before.

His fated mate.

But if destiny truly brought us together...

Why does everyone keep saying I was never supposed to survive?

The Alpha of Blood Moon Pack needed an heir his chosen mate couldn't give him. So he found me — a rogue Omega with a destroyed pack and a little brother who needed protection — and offered a deal: carry his child, hand it over, walk away.
He never touched me. A physician, a syringe, a sterile room. When it was done, he said: "Thank you for your cooperation."
His mate Serena moved into the main house the week my pregnancy was confirmed. She picked the nursery colors. She chose the baby's name. She told the pack I was just "a relative visiting."
Then I overheard them planning to erase my scent from my baby within forty-eight hours of birth — so it would never know I existed.
I left that night. Six months pregnant, alone, into the snow.

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.